Chapter 423 Blood Sample

The blade of the folding knife is dark red, with some traces of blood flowing deep inside. Angers holds the handle of the folding knife and the back of his right hand bulges with veins, which slide little by little on the soft flesh clasped in his hand. It passed until the complete flap was cut off. As the blood red color fell to the ground, an unsuppressable low roar sounded in the room.

"Isn't this unbearable?" Ange gently shook off the bright red mark on the blade, then plunged the knife into its flesh with lightning speed, then twisted the tip of the knife and sharply tilted it.

With a wave, the cork was pulled out by a force of skill, flew to the ceiling, bounced at a sixty-degree angle, and accurately smashed into the empty wine glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa in front of the vice-principal.

"Port wine of 1882, a fortified wine in red wine, with 22 degrees of alcohol. High brandy was added before brewing, so the taste will be slightly sweet." Angers put the folding knife back into his cuff, holding it in one hand and wrapping it in straw paper The bottle of red wine went to the coffee table. On the coffee table were two empty glasses and several cans of Coca-Cola.

“Due to evaporation of water, although the winery regularly adds new wine to the barrels, the barrel-aged tawny Port will become more and more concentrated as it ages, and the Port wine aged from the 19th century to the present is so rich that it is almost It cannot be drunk directly. If you want to truly taste its most extreme flavor, you should risk destroying the flavor of the red wine and add something to blend it. Do you mind?" Angers reached for one of the cans and looked at the end of the sofa where he was huddled. , asked the vice-principal gentlemanly, staring at him.

"I said I didn't mind, and that I really wanted you to get out of my vice-principal's office. Really, would you let me see your custom suit stained with pizza grease on my floor? ?" The vice-principal stared at Angers intently, like a bear awakened from hibernation, his claws making ravines on the sofa.

"If these were your last words, maybe I would roll around your grave twice when no one is around, as a way of remembering my late friend." Ang nodded and took out the Coke in front of him. Pull the ring and pour the dark brown liquid inside into the red wine glass.

"Fuck you! I knew you had no good intentions when I saw you bringing good wine to my bell tower!" The vice-principal jumped up and grabbed the cork in the empty glass in front of him and threw it at Angers, even though he threw the cork The speed of the plug is like a home run baseball in Koshien.

But he forgot that the person opposite the coffee table was probably the best catcher in the world. He simply lifted the cork between his index and middle fingers and poured an appropriate amount of mellow red wine into the Coke. Then he stuffed the cork back to prevent the precious liquid inside from evaporating too much, "Don't be so temperamental, your obesity can already make you suffer from a series of diseases such as high blood pressure and heart disease that hybrids may be insulated from throughout their lives. You Nowadays, if you go for a physical examination, you can probably find out about three types of high blood pressure."

"Even if I don't have high blood pressure due to my weight, if you hang around here for two more times, I guess I will have it!" The old cowboy on the sofa finally sat upright, looked at Angers coldly, and then patted himself The slightly fat belly said, "And this is not called obesity. It is called plump. I remember that plumpness was regarded as beauty during the Sui and Tang Dynasties in China!"

"That was the emperor's aesthetic when choosing his concubine. It can only be said that the emperor at that time liked plumper beauties. The emperor's aesthetic represented the most advanced beauty pageant trend from a certain perspective. Just like the current Paris fashion show, real fashion People from the upper class will always control the direction of trends and trends, and the emperor was at the top of the pyramid at that time. What he likes is always the best. The classes at the bottom of the pyramid only need to follow blindly." Angers held it with one hand. Holding his pocket, he held a third-full red wine glass and looked down at his old friend on the sofa, "Besides, plump and beautiful are mostly used to describe beautiful people. You can only be considered fat now."

"Your major is history, and I major in alchemy. I can't argue with you about the difference between arts and science. Didn't you come here just to open a bottle of good wine to mock me? If that's the case, I would still sincerely I hope you can get out of my office." The vice-principal stared at the red wine in Ange's hand, sniffing the sweet smell of wine in the air and feeling that his mouth couldn't stop salivating, just like a man looking at a honeycomb on the top of a tree. Bear.

"If you hadn't lied so much that the boy could wake up and you would have stopped drinking for the rest of his life, then I would be happy to pour you a glass of good wine. Your current predicament was brought on by yourself." Angers sat on the sofa, Shaking the wine in the glass slightly, "Now the entire school knows that their vice-principal is an unprofessional master of alchemy. If you still want to carry a 'dishonest' name on your back, you will become an 'unprofessional and dishonest alchemist.'" Master, I can pour you a drink."

"Pull it down," the vice principal said angrily, "This matter cannot be a bet at all! That kid cheated!"

"What's the matter of cheating? I have backups of the medical video and live surgery of the alchemy bullet stuck in the front of the left ventricular muscle. He was actually hit by the Philosopher's Stone, and he also suffered pseudo-brain death and remained in a coma for four months. But he just suddenly woke up, you can’t possibly say that he slept for four months just to trick you into talking nonsense and then giving up drinking for a year?”

"It's his grandmother's." The vice principal's expression turned into a twisted expression.

"This is a good thing. The 'S' class has been recovered without leaving any sequelae. Every professor and member of the school board should breathe a sigh of relief. You are really acting like you are colluding with forces outside the party." Traitor, I wish the 'S' class would die soon." Angers squinted at the vice-principal.

"If colluding with forces outside the party can get me a drink, I can't betray a little faith." The vice-principal reached for a can of Coke, opened it, raised his neck and blew half of the can, and he could only use his slide. The brown drink in the corner of his mouth replaced the good companions who used to accompany him to sleep every day and night.

"As a master alchemist, do you have any special insights into the case where the Philosopher's Stone successfully hit the target and the target came back to life?" Angers asked.

"Opinion? My opinion is that after suffering that kind of fatal injury, his spirit and soul should have been destroyed by the pure 'fifth element'. The body carries the spirit. If the body is penetrated by the red liquid, the spirit will be destroyed." He endured huge injuries that radiated from the surface, not to mention that this time the bullets went directly into his heart and broke it inside. This was not throwing stones at the lake at all. This was simply a meteorite that lifted the lake! Then he actually I just woke up after sleeping for four months!" The vice-principal was speechless again at this point. He kept shaking his head, drinking Coke, and muttering unbelievable and unbelievable words.

"Is it possible that the Philosopher's Stone was refined from the bones of three generations of dragons, and the refined product lacked purity?" Angers objected.

"Would it be different if a 7.62mm bullet and a 6.35mm bullet penetrate your head?" The vice-principal tilted his head and looked at Angers.

"They are all dead," Angers said, "but the sizes of the holes left behind are different."

"Bingo." The vice-principal retracted to his sofa while holding Coke, "So a layman is a layman. The purity of things like the Philosopher's Stone does not matter. As long as it is successfully refined into a solid 'red liquid', it It has become a murder weapon. The results of murder weapons are the same, but the process is slightly different. For example, the result of cutting off the wrist with the dagger and the Bailian Dao is to cut off the wrist, but the speed of the cutting process is different. The dagger needs to be chopped slowly, but the Bailian Dao only needs to be concentrated and chopped in one swing!"

"The Philosopher's Stone has penetrated the child's mind, so only the result is left." Angers understood what the vice principal meant, "They were all bullets that passed through the head, but the sizes left behind were different, but what I just said But I'm discussing with you whether the effect would be different if a larger bullet was used to leave a larger hole."

"If you are any stupider, I will have the opportunity to continue scolding you while I am teaching science." The vice-principal sighed, "You know there were many beautiful women in the past who wanted me to say sexy things to them even if they were pretending to be stupid. Does your alchemy make them happy?"

"But now the boy whose spirit was pierced is still alive and does not feel any discomfort. This is the reason why you have been struggling." Angers ignored the vice principal's complaint and said, "Historically, there are cases of people who have been pierced by the Philosopher's Stone. Are there any surviving cases?”

"No, being pierced means death. There is an essential difference between the body and the spirit. The body is cut off. If the cell activity is strong enough, the limbs can be reassembled, but the spirit cannot. Each individual's spirit is fragile and can be torn apart. It may take years or even decades to recover from a crack, and it takes a hundred days for the muscles and bones to be damaged, while the damage to the nerves is calculated in years." The vice-principal thought for a while and said, "Most of the examples of people who were hit by the Philosopher's Stone and survived. The moment before it hits the body, it is blocked by the hard matter of death, and the Philosopher's Stone cannot cause harm to matter without spirit."

"There are also examples of people who were actually hit mentally by the Philosopher's Stone and survived, but those are the goals of the next generation species and even the Dragon King. The Philosopher's Stone hits but is difficult to penetrate, just like throwing a stone on the lake can only bring out ripples or ripples. There are huge waves, but they always calm down after a certain amount of time.”

Angers took a sip of wine and said thoughtfully, "Is the Dragon King's mental strength strong enough to withstand the Philosopher's Stone?"

"This depends on the purity of the Philosopher's Stone, which is the caliber of the bullet. The Philosopher's Stone extracted from the third-generation species can at most give the Dragon King a concussion. If it is the second-generation species, it should be able to severely injure it. If it is a fatal injury, it may be able to hit it with one blow. It must be killed, and the Philosopher's Stone extracted from the bones of the Dragon King of the same level. Let's not talk about this, we have never really killed a Dragon King." The vice-principal looked at the red wine on the table and said, "But strictly speaking In a sense, as long as the timing of shooting is good enough, the third-generation Philosopher's Stone also has a chance to kill an enemy at the Dragon King level."

"What if the timing of the shot isn't good enough?"

"Just scratching an itch. If a top sniper fires this shot, even if it can't kill the Dragon King, it can make him sleep peacefully for a while, right?"

"Is that so?" Ang Ke nodded, "Then what do you think of Lin Nian's matter?"

".?" The vice-principal moved his eyes away from the red wine and looked at Angers.

"What do you mean?" He paused, sat back slightly and leaned on the sofa, "This child is the person you chose yourself. You won't tell me that you are beginning to suspect that he is your Dragon King lurking among us. Bar?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Angers shook his head, "I'm just curious, what do you think of this matter?"

"What do I think? Didn't I say that it's unbelievable, unbelievable, appalling, and I fucked your mother? I can't accept it." The vice-principal said sadly. It seems that compared to the resurrection of the 'S' class, he is still more Thinking about the one-year ban on alcohol.

"According to the rehabilitation training records in the intensive care unit, he is in great physical condition now," Angers said. "It seems that after going through hell, he has regained something. To use a Chinese word to describe it, it should be : Break and then stand.”

"What do you mean?" The vice-principal narrowed his eyes.

“Remember the warm-up equipment that Watt Alhemri’s Equipment Department built for me?”

"Those things like the machine gun suicide room and the Flash treadmill?" The vice-principal thought for a moment that there seemed to be such a thing.

"I want to show you something." Angers took out his cell phone from his trousers pocket and pressed it a few times before putting it on the coffee table and pushing it over.

When the vice-principal got closer, he found a video playing on his mobile phone. The video showed a huge swimming pool. No, it was more like a surfing pool, just like an artificial wave pool in a water park. There was a wave at the end of the pool. Wave after wave of rapids kept coming, and the power was probably dozens of times that of the wave-making machine.

In the swimming pool in the video, there is a figure constantly swimming against the waves, like a sturgeon swimming upstream. The endless resistance and big waves are completely unable to push him away, and the waves are washing away. It was torn apart by his mechanical swing arm.

"The physical fitness testing facility developed by the Equipment Department was previously prepared to be used during his last test, but was abandoned midway and has now been reactivated."

"That 'S'-level kid?" the vice-principal asked, staring at the blurry figure in the water in the video.

"Three days into rehab," Angers said.

"Three days?"

"Three days. During these three days, he only received the most basic muscle current treatment and acupuncture massage. In terms of diet, he was also very restrained and chose a designated package with normal calories and nutrients to avoid being depleted."

"Shouldn't the rehabilitation training be about holding the escalator in hand and learning to walk? I don't see what's wrong with this guy who is playing on the rapids." The vice-principal shook his head, "I was probably not as strong as he is now when I was young, right? Anyway, all of us They are both 'S'-level, why is he so fierce? Did he grow up eating sharks?"

"It's hard to say, after all, he grew up in a coastal city." Angers shrugged.

"Don't talk nonsense." The vice-principal scratched his head, "This is abnormal no matter how you look at it, right? He should be lying in bed now and relying on his sister to chew up three meals a day to feed him, instead of jumping around to accompany him. Playing with the lunatics from the Equipment Department! Now I’m starting to wonder if this guy has transformed into a Dragon King. How about we capture him now and slice him up for study?”

"Your commandments are invalid for him, right?" Angers asked.

"I don't know, 'Discipline' can capture multiple students at most, and the power is distributed equally. If you capture one person alone, the effect will increase hundreds of times." The vice-principal shrugged, "How about you bring him here, and I will After the candles are blown out, try to suppress him alone?"

"Would this be considered provocative and malicious? He will most likely have to chop you."

"So grumpy? Forget it, I still want to live a little longer. We are all 'S' class, so there is no need to make each other uncomfortable." The old cowboy immediately settled on the sofa and opened another can of Coke for himself.

"Aren't you curious about what happened to him in the past four months? His current situation investigation team and school board are extremely curious. If it weren't for my interference, they would have been eager to find him." Angers looked up at the vice principal.

"I heard that the results of the blood test are normal? There is no tendency to become a Deadpool. His mental state is relatively normal after being evaluated by Masashi Toyama. He is just a little anxious and has a crisis of trust. In this case, what are we worried about? We can't simply regard him as a Has it been broken and then established?" the vice-principal said.

"The word "break and then stand" is often used in martial arts novels," Angers said. "But you know this is not a martial arts novel. All problems have a reason."

"Then what do you think the reason is?"

"Didn't I come to see you?" Angers took out a quartz tube from his pocket, which was filled with a viscous liquid as black as petroleum. "I hope that you, an old friend, can use your professional knowledge to analyze it for me. His situation."

Seeing the quartz tube, the vice-principal suddenly sat up straight, his face gradually calmed down, looking at the opaque mud, emotions of surprise and vigilance passed through his eyes: "Don't tell me what's flowing in his veins now. It’s all this kind of thing. You have replaced all the blood samples he reported? There’s no way this oil-like damn thing can be the so-called ‘blood test is normal’, right?”

Angers was startled for a moment, then looked down at the quartz tube in his hand, immediately put it on the coffee table and rubbed his pocket again, "Oh, I took it by mistake. Sorry, this tube is petroleum."

The vice-principal's eyebrows almost rose to the ceiling, and curse words came to his mouth. But before he could curse, his attention was instantly attracted by the quartz tube that Angers took out from the other pocket, and all his words were hard. Swallowed it back alive.

What flows in the quartz tube in Ange's hand is a magnificent red crystal-like liquid, with light white bubbles constantly rising upwards. Every trace of luster in the flowing liquid is full of temptation, making people almost fall in love with it with their sight. You can feel its richness and deliciousness.

"This is his blood sample." Angers raised the quartz tube, and the white light above his head shined through the test tube, casting beautiful bright red light and shadow on the coffee table.

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