The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

Seeing that he said no more, Ashaji did not ask any more questions.

Just as Ashaji was about to say something else, a hurried but deliberately light sound of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mizuki Shiranui walking quickly towards them. She was still wearing a tight combat suit that was convenient for movement. There seemed to be a trace of sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that she came here immediately after receiving the news.

Shiranui's eyes immediately locked onto Xiu Yuan.

see him.

Her tense expression visibly relaxed a little.

Mizuki Shiranui took a few quick steps and came closer, holding a square object neatly wrapped in plain cloth in her arms.

"Master Xiuyuan."

Shiranui bowed slightly, her movements graceful.

She raised her head, her eyes clear, and looked directly at Xiu Yuan, handing him the package in her arms.

"I heard you were at the academy, so I came to see you. Last time, I was in a hurry, so I took your robe..."

She didn't finish her words, but the meaning was clear.

During the last battle, Xiuyuan put his monk's robe on her to help her avoid embarrassment.

She always remembered this feeling and the reassuring scent that remained on the monk's robe.

This new monk's robe was made of fine material that she carefully selected and had someone make it overnight.

Xiuyuan's gaze fell on the package, and then he looked at Shiranui's eyes, which were serious and slightly nervous.

He calmly reached out his hand and took the package. It felt heavy and soft to the touch.

He could feel the fine weaving beneath the fabric, and the clearer and more resolute thread of faith that belonged to Mizuki Shiranui that was attached to it.

"Have a heart."

Xiu Yuan said calmly, his voice expressing no emotion.

He casually handed the package to Rinko next to him, who took it tacitly and put it away properly.

When Shiranui saw him accept it, she felt a little relieved, as if she had completed an important task.

She gathered herself and spoke again, her tone somewhat solemn: "Master, the Shuicheng family still has an ancestral home in Gokan Town. The environment is quiet and seldom disturbed on weekdays.

I'd like to invite you to our ancestral home to rest for a while, drink some tea, and chat. What do you think?"

This was not just a place to rest, but also a clear signal of friendship sent by the Mizushiro family to this unfathomable young monk.

Asaji listened from the side, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes.

The Mizuki family is also one of the Taimanin families. Although they act relatively low-key, their background cannot be underestimated.

Shiranui's move is both a way of repaying a favor and an investment.

She didn't interrupt, just watched quietly.

"good."

Xiuyuan nodded slightly and agreed readily.

After receiving a positive answer, Shiranui showed a hint of barely perceptible joy on her face.

Then she turned her gaze to Ashaji and extended the same invitation:

"Principal Ashaji, if you don't mind, please come with me to the Shuicheng family to rest for a while and give me some pointers."

Ashaji showed a helpless smile on her face. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, with a bit of fatigue that was hard to conceal.

"Thank you for your kindness, Shiranui. I appreciate it."

She sighed softly, her eyes swept over Xiuyuan who was calm in front of her, then looked at Rinko who was standing respectfully, and finally fell on Shiranui who was full of energy.

"It's just that the academy is so busy that I can't get away. Unlike some people, who have so much free time."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, and his eyes drifted towards Xiu Yuan vaguely.

She had just dealt with the mess at the Gao Liu family yesterday, and today this person came to her territory again, and she was still busy.

Xiu Yuan seemed oblivious to the slightly resentful teasing and remained calm as ever.

Shiranui understood the meaning of Ashaji's words and did not force her to do so. She just bowed slightly.

"In that case, I will not disturb the principal from attending to his official duties. Shiranui will visit you again another day."

"Easy to say."

Asha ji nodded, returning to her usual image of a capable and reliable principal.

"Rinko, take good care of the Master."

She gave another reminder.

"Yes, principal."

Rinko responded.

"Master, please come this way."

Shiranui made another guiding gesture, leading Shuen and Rinko along the corridor to the other end.

The footsteps faded away. Meanwhile, in a dark corner on the other side of the city, in an underground laboratory filled with the stench of disinfectant and blood, the light was glaringly pale.

Makoto Ito and his equally notorious father, Tomokazu Sawagoe, were fixed on two cold metal laboratory tables.

Completely isolated from the entanglements and noise of the outside world, their only identity at this moment is experimental materials with different numbers.

The father and son are no longer the same as they used to be.

There were traces of undried tears and fear on Ito Makoto's face. His once handsome face was now sallow and swollen, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were staring blankly at the flickering light on the ceiling.

His body was covered in purple bruises and tiny needle marks. The blood vessels were clearly visible under the exposed skin, but they looked extremely thin due to the heavy blood loss.

Most of his blood had been drained, and a feeling of weakness overwhelmed his remaining consciousness like a tide.

Ze Yuezhi next to him was in an even worse situation.

As a more "mature" specimen, the experiments he underwent seemed more radical.

His body appeared abnormally withered, his skin hanging loosely on his skeleton, his eye sockets were sunken, and his breathing was as weak as a candle in the wind.

The straps dug deep into his flesh, and every tiny vibration of the instrument caused his body to twitch unconsciously.

Akizuki Takashi was wearing a white coat and thick glasses on his nose, but his eyes behind the lenses were flashing with an almost insane and fiery light.

He stared intently at the various instrument readings on the console, his fingers moving nimbly between buttons and knobs, adjusting the pipes and probes connected to the father and son.

"The cell activity of sample B (Zeyuezhi) is declining... faster than expected.

Is it a rejection reaction, or is the gene chain itself unstable?"

Takashi San muttered to himself, his tone devoid of any sympathy, only the pure curiosity and analysis of a researcher faced with unexpected data.

He walked to Ze Yuezhi's laboratory table, picked up a needle, and inserted it into the area near Ze Yuezhi's spine without hesitation.

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Ze Yuezhi's originally dilated pupils suddenly contracted, and an uncontrollable, bellows-like hoarse sound came from his throat. His body arched violently and fell heavily, but his limbs were firmly fixed and he could only tremble in vain.

The bone marrow fluid, which was bright red with a little turbidity, was slowly drawn into the syringe.

"Bone marrow sample B-3 successfully obtained. Quality... acceptable."

Xiaosan carefully observed the liquid in the syringe, nodded, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, as if he had just completed a routine operation.

He turned around and looked at Ito Makoto on the other side.

"Sample A (Ito Makoto) seems to have better tolerance, as expected of a young body.

"He pushed his glasses and walked to Ito Makoto, checking the equipment connected to his body.

"Blood regeneration is slower than average, but the nervous system remains active.

Perhaps we could try injecting T-3 compound and observe the stress response.”

Ito Makoto seemed to have heard his words, and a trace of fear finally focused in his originally empty eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy or curse, but only a weak breath came out. His body's instinct made him try to struggle, but he only felt the cold touch of the metal restraints and deeper despair.

Screaming has become a luxury.

In this isolated laboratory, all the father and son could utter were painful groans and meaningless convulsions, becoming cold data in Akizuki Takashi's research log.

...... .... ....

He hummed a tuneless tune and continued his work, without paying any extra attention to the two experimental subjects who were gradually losing their human form, only with a passion for exploring the unknown.

Blood, bone marrow, cell tissue... everything was the precious material that formed the basis of his great research. Akizuki Kozo carefully placed the tube of freshly extracted bone marrow fluid, mixed with turbid impurities, on the workbench.

He wore sterile gloves and his movements were precise.

To him, the faint moans of Ze Yuezhi on the laboratory table and the intermittent, suppressed sobs of Ito Makoto were just part of the background noise in the laboratory, far less important than the humming sound of the centrifuge starting up.

He injected the bone marrow fluid into a special centrifuge tube, balanced it, and then placed it in a high-speed centrifuge.

After setting the speed and time, and pressing the start button, the machine emits a steady and powerful sound and begins to separate the components of different densities.

Xiaosan adjusted his glasses, staring intently at the rotating sample, his mind rapidly calculating the reagent ratios and reaction conditions required for the next step.

When the time is up, the centrifuge slowly stops.

Xiaosan took out the centrifuge tube and found that the liquid inside the tube had been clearly divided into layers.

He used a pipette to accurately suck up the supernatant liquid and transfer it to another container.

Then, he methodically added several chemical reagents of different colors. Every time he added one, the color and state of the solution would change subtly.

Sometimes it needs to be shaken to mix, sometimes it needs to be placed in a constant temperature water bath, and sometimes it needs to be passed through a sophisticated filtration device.

Throughout the entire process, his eyes were focused, his fingers were steady, and there was not a single unnecessary movement.

On the experimental table, Makoto Ito seemed to be losing consciousness due to prolonged blood loss and fear, and his body occasionally twitched.

Ze Yuezhi was like a nearly dried-up specimen, with only the extremely faint rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still alive.

Their pain, their despair, seemed meaningless in this room that operated in the name of science.

After a series of complex purification and reactions, a small tube of medicine finally appeared in Akizuki Takashi's hands.

?Done.

The corners of Xiaosan's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes flashed with irrepressible excitement.

This wasn't just a tube of medicine; it was the key to a new chapter in his research.

He carefully labeled the test tubes, recording the number, date, and key experimental parameters.

Then he placed the precious result in a special storage box with a low-temperature lock.

The door of the box closed with a slight "click" sound, and someone will take over this medicine and send it to the financial backer behind him.

And he will receive a huge reward.

After doing all this, he took off his white coat and moved his stiff shoulders.

He glanced at the father and son, who looked like broken dolls on the lab table, and felt nothing in his heart, only anticipation for Xiu Yuan's visit to his house next weekend.

Chapter 71: Mizushiro Shiranui is broken

Mizuki Shiranui led Shuen and Rinko through the quiet streets of Gokuma-cho and came to a large traditional Japanese mansion.

The wooden door is simple and heavy, with a doorplate with the words "Water City" hanging on it, revealing a low-key background.

This is the ancestral home of the Mizuki family, and also the current residence of Shiranui and his daughter Yukikaze.

Pushing open the gate, one finds a meticulously maintained courtyard with winding gravel paths and several vigorous pines and cypresses.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees, which was completely different from the solemnity of the academy outside, and seemed particularly peaceful and elegant.

"Mom! Rinko-sister!"

An energetic voice rang out, and then a brown-skinned figure with a high ponytail rushed out from under the eaves.

It was Shuicheng Xuefeng. She was wearing a short sports outfit that was convenient for movement. There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead. It was obvious that she had just finished training.

Xuefeng immediately spotted Akiyama Rinko behind his mother, and his eyes lit up immediately. He rushed over in two or three steps, hugged Rinko's arm, and shook her affectionately:

"Sister Rinko! You're finally here! I thought you forgot about Yukikaze!" She spoke quickly, with the girl's unique cuteness and a hint of tsundere.