I'm not Yingjie

Mebius was about to start the experiment again, but at this moment, a hazy image flashed through her mind.

"Genetic modification..." the green-haired woman muttered to herself. She recalled that she had seen similar words somewhere before. She must have caught a glimpse of them when she was looking up information. "Genetic modification... got it."

The Fire Moth also has an organizational predecessor, which was established largely for the common goal of fighting against the Honkai. In order to build such a behemoth, in addition to funds, power, and talents, historical background is also needed.

Just as the development of religion is profound, the several predecessors of the Fire Moth can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago. It was they who jointly built this Noah's Ark for the doomsday.

However, the complex components of the Fire Moths are not all historical organizations spanning centuries, there are also emerging groups in modern times.

Among them is the "Human Research and Protection Association" which operates in the Far East.

"The documents of the Human Research and Protection Association mentioned that a couple performed genetic modification on living humans, causing more than a hundred casualties. After the contents of the experiment were exposed, the couple fled the Human Protection Association and were eventually executed by the Fire Moth."

That's right, Mebius remembered seeing this inconspicuous document when he was flipping through it.

The database of the Fire Moth is the most comprehensive in the world, covering almost all documents and materials in all fields. Records of such crazy scientists being shot are not uncommon, but for some reason this record caught the attention of Mebius.

"It's too vague," Mobius commented. "The content of the experiment, the place of execution, the executioner, and the names of the two scientists are not written down... Someone is deliberately concealing it."

Lin's "ordinary" parents, his abnormal genes and ambiguous literature...

Mobius saw the light as if the clouds had been cleared, and she realized that there must be an important connection between these things.

"The last person to edit this document was..." Mebius logged into the database to check. She wanted to know who had tampered with the document.

"……No?"

Whether it is the document donors or the editors, there is nothing.

"Then it seems that they are those people... I hope that by the time I find you, you won't have already turned into a corpse."

……

"No progress yet?"

Himiko, with a gloomy face, shook her head and said, "There are too many unclear points in this matter. We are now discussing whether to disperse other senior officials to the branch offices, but no one knows who the murderer is. If we disperse them, it is very likely that we will never catch him again."

Hun couldn't help but sigh when he heard Himiko's description: "It would be great if Captain Lin was here. He is best at collecting and analyzing information."

"He... forget it, I don't know where he is now." Lin was suspected of being the murderer of three senior executives. If he appeared here, it would only make the situation worse.

"But there are too many men who meet the requirements. More than two-thirds of the men at the headquarters alone meet the physical requirements. Can we really find the murderer?" Soul was at a loss as to what to do. "Can we identify the murderer by searching for hidden weapons?"

"It's difficult. We searched the headquarters thoroughly but couldn't find the claws."

They were as cunning as loaches in muddy water. The search personnel at the headquarters could only observe the almost dried traces over and over again all day long, like an old monk in meditation. Even Himiko wondered if they were about to attain enlightenment.

Without even a direction, searching aimlessly is futile.

At this moment, Desdobia walked in from outside the conference room door, holding three exquisite packaging boxes in her hands and placed them on the conference table.

"Desdobia, what are you holding?" Hun asked curiously.

"These are the gifts I originally intended to give you at the party. The current atmosphere doesn't allow for a party, so I wanted to give these gifts directly to you." Desdobia smiled in a friendly manner. She picked up a larger gift box and came to Himiko.

"Hmm? For me?"

Himiko looked suspiciously at the slightly larger gift box in front of her. The color of the straps was as fiery red as her hair.

Daisy Dobia smiled softly: "Yes."

"Okay, I won't be polite either." It's good to have a chance to relax in the tense atmosphere. Himiko took the gift box and opened it after untying the straps. The thing inside made her blink. She didn't know what to say for a moment, "Uh... why... is it a pair of high-end wine glasses? Shouldn't it be wine?"

"Captain, you'd better drink less. I gave you a pair of wine glasses because I want you to find a partner as soon as possible. Captain Hen's children can draw, but you are still single."

"What a waste of time! I...it's not like I can't find it!"

After making a few jokes, Desdobia handed the smallest gift to Hun.

"Hun, open it and take a look. You will probably like it very much."

Hun opened the blue gift box with hesitation, and the things inside also made her eyes widen.

"Is this... a headband?"

Hun has short hair and she never wears a headband. Why would Desdobia give her a headband?

"Hehe... Actually, I heard from the captain that Captain Lin likes the type of people like Dr. Mobius. You see, Dr. Mobius has long hair. Maybe Captain Lin just likes mature women with long hair?"

Hun's cheeks flushed red, and she shook her head and hesitated: "Captain Lin wouldn't want me to do this..."

"Really? Why do I feel like you're looking forward to it, Hun?" Desdobia smiled wickedly as she stared at Hun, whose face was almost as big as a cherry, and so beautiful that water could be squeezed out of her.

"Then, what about the last gift?" Hun quickly changed the subject.

"This... This is Captain Lin's share."

Hun was stunned for a moment, and Desdobia put away her smile and handed the gift to Hun.

"Give it to him next time you meet, and don't say it's from me."

"..."

Soul accepted the gift.

Her heart was in turmoil.

Chapter 37 Return

Paddo enjoyed the comfort of stretching her body in the warm breeze, not in a stinking garbage dump or in a cold alley, but on a rooftop where the sun could shine.

There was no one watching, so she made a judgment, jumped down into the wind, and landed on the ground without any sound like a cat.

"So what do we do next?"

Once people let go of their worries, they tend to think a lot. In her spare time, Padu either basks in the sun or daydreams, or does both at the same time.

For some reason, Padu thought of the photos of boys in the bedroom. There were photos of boys of all ages, but there was no photo of young men. There was an empty photo frame lying alone.

Empty photo frame...yes!

Padu thought of something and walked quickly over the wall.

She ran back to her former residence. It was called a residence, but it was just a place to rest. There were several similar places on Huanghun Street, and she would sleep in a different place every few days.

Paddo had a habit of hiding things, burying them or stuffing them into cracks, whether they were stolen or found, as long as she thought they were valuable and could not be sold, she would keep them for herself.

"Found it, huh..." She took out a yellowed piece of paper from the small box, a smile appeared on her innocent face, and her eyes were shining.

This is her wanted poster with her picture on it.

Pardo has never had her photograph taken before. She would only occasionally see some people who she thought were rich young men taking selfies. She found this technique of freezing people in that moment very interesting.

It was as if all age and appearance were sealed in the moment the shutter button was pressed and the flash lighted, keeping worries and hunger out.

This photo was taken of her by accident, and after she saw it, this wanted poster became her only photo.

She has always wanted to put a frame on her photo, but has never been able to do so for various reasons.

"He won't refuse, right? I've taken care of him for so long, he should at least give me something in return, right? No, that's not right... maybe he's not the person in the photo. Well, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

Padu grinned, she couldn't wait to show Lin her photo. Showing off was in her instinct, she just followed it.

I hope he'll be sober by the time I get back... at least we can discuss what to eat for dinner, right?

With joy in her heart, Padu hurried back. When she saw the wall, she jumped up and climbed over it with ease. Then she came to the door and pushed it open without hesitation.

"I'm back!" she shouted excitedly. She didn't care even if Lin was unconscious and couldn't hear her.

"..."

However, the room was quiet, the lights were turned off, and it was pitch black.

Paddo shuddered.

The room suddenly became much colder.

"Strange, is he pushing the wheelchair somewhere else again?" Paduo tilted her head, turned on the light, but did not see Lin.

She suddenly felt a great sense of distress in her heart, as if she had anticipated something was going to happen, as if Lin...had disappeared from this world.

"No way...where can he run to..." Paduo laughed dryly and began to look for Lin's trace along the road. She felt that Lin must be in this room, and maybe he fell down in some corner and was waiting for her to help him up.

Paduo was very panicked. She didn't realize that she had always wanted to send Lin to a nursing home but had always made excuses for it. She had never been alone since she was a child and didn't notice anything was wrong with herself, even though that person was a mentally ill patient who hadn't spoken more than ten words to her in more than a month.

After searching the entire house, she found no sign of Lin, but instead saw a note and a key on the dining table.

[Padofils, thank you for taking care of me. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I have something very important to do, so I am leaving today. Maybe I will never come back here again. I left the key here, and you can use this house as you like. - Lin]

The handwriting is fluent and beautiful.

The words were short and Paduo found it difficult to read, but she could tell from them that Lin had left.

He left without saying goodbye.

Nothing was left except this key.

"But, but isn't he unable to walk and often has hallucinations?" Padu stuttered, ruffling her hair in annoyance. She paced around the room, "Why... do we have to leave?"

The feeling of loneliness slowly filled her whole body. "

A man leaned against the window, listening to the chaotic footsteps of Padu in the room, and shook his head: "Only leaving the key... That's too inhumane, Lin."

The note was written by her. Lin just left the key and left, decisively to the point of being almost indifferent.

He didn't want Pado to be involved in anything related to the collapse.

"Meow~"

As she was wondering where to go next, she heard a soft cat meow under her feet. She lowered her head and saw a tabby cat rubbing her ankle.

"What's wrong? Little cat~" She squatted down with a smile and stroked the cat's head. The soft fur really enjoyed her.

"Meow~"

"Ding."

The tabby cat opened its mouth and spit out a key, which fell to the ground with a clang. She was stunned for a moment, then picked it up.

"This is……"

……

Lin rolled up his sleeves and bit the cuffs with his mouth, revealing his ugly left arm filled with purple stripes. The abnormal muscle swelling and blood vessels made it look deformed. Even without any decoration, it could be used as a scary prop in the test of courage competition.

There were six injections of reagents in the bag, which was the same number of medicines that Mebius had given him, but this time both the dosage and the consistency of the liquid were better.

The bright green fluid in the huge syringe flowed abnormally and was as sticky as honey. It was hard to imagine that this was a drug that could be injected into the human body.

The needle is also thicker, but fortunately there is no need to look for blood vessels. The blood vessels are bulging in the gaps of the colic muscles, so the vein can be found at a glance.

He took out a needle of reagent, inserted the needle into the vein, and the syringe automatically pushed the drug into the blood vessel.

The luminous green substance disappeared from the syringe bit by bit.

"..."

The severe pain started from the arm and spread to the whole body, as if there was fire running rampant in the blood vessels. A strange green color appeared in the pupils, and a heavy hammer hit the head hard.

"Hu... Hu... Hu..." Lin's breathing became heavier and his heartbeat became rapid and heavy, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Every cell was burning. Something in his body was fighting fiercely. The aftermath of the war could tear his body apart at any time.

After half an hour of muscle spasms, the terrible pain finally subsided. Lin raised his arm, and it returned to normal size, with the purple streaks slightly faded.

Expelling the confused consciousness from his mind, Lin set out on the return journey.

Chapter 38 Superstition

The Speaker played with the historic bullet, enjoying the crisp sound of the bullet casing hitting the table.

The rhythmic sound sounds so pleasant.

"Is it fun?"

"Rationally speaking... it's not interesting." The Speaker waved his finger and picked up the bullet from the table. "It might be more interesting to sit here and reflect on life."

"I often see you playing with bullets and coins. Even if it's boring, you still enjoy it."

"Because it has no purpose. People need some purposeless things..." The Speaker put the bullet back into his chest pocket and yawned. "It reminds me of the time when I smoked. The pleasure of taking nicotine is still unforgettable. Smoking a cigarette is like completing a minor task. It's pretty good."

"..."

The speaker supported his head with one hand. After a while, the person behind him asked, "Well? Shouldn't you ask why I don't smoke now?"