Chapter 424 Cannibalization

"Are you sure you didn't mix up the cocktail with the blood sample again this time?"

In the vice-principal's office, the old cowboy lowered his hat and got close to the test tube while observing it and making a sound of admiration, "Hey, darling. How can this be a blood sample? This is simply a work of art. I went for cocktails last time. Isn’t that the color of the raspberry juice cocktail the restaurant ordered?”

Angers gently shook the test tube, and the halo of light hit the vice principal's face like the mottled red light of the veins of a leaf. "It is lighter than the color of arterial blood, but more transparent and bright, just like"

"The liquid version of the Philosopher's Stone." The vice-principal snatched the test tube from Ange's hand and looked at it carefully. He even sniffed it close to the tip of his nose. If there wasn't someone else in front of him, he would even lick it. One lick.

"I remember you gave him the bloody documents?" the vice principal asked.

"It happened half a year ago. He should have taken initial control before he went to Japan."

"You should know what the blood sample of a hybrid who is proficient in violent blood skills looks like." The vice principal said, "Is this what is flowing in his veins now?"

"The blood that normally flows out will be slightly redder than this, but it will appear in this state after it has been left in the air for more than half an hour." The principal said, "That's why I said there was a reason for the changes in his body after he woke up. Yes, I think the answer lies in his mutated blood."

"The more unstable bloodline appears on the blood, it will also give people a sense of loss of control." The vice-principal put down the test tube in his hand and looked at the pure black oil in another tube on the table, "That's why I used that thing before Think of it as his blood. The stuff flowing out of the bodies of those almost berserk Deadpools is no different from oil, and is even extremely corrosive."

"But this thing." The vice-principal raised the test tube in his hand to show Angers, "I think this thing has nothing to do with the word 'out of control', but it has nothing to do with normality. If A red crystal cocktail mixed with raspberry juice flows in a person's veins. I don't think he is very safe. On the contrary, I feel very scary. I feel that as long as I light a fire on him, he will completely become a dynamite keg! "

"Then just light a fire." Angers reached for the blood sample, picked up the oil test tube from the table, and gently opened the lid of the latter with his thumb.

"What do you want to do? Put them into a container for a reaction? Have you done this kind of experiment before? Will it explode? I don't want to conduct dangerous chemical experiments in my office!" The vice principal leaned back on the sofa. I almost rolled to the back of the sofa to take refuge.

"I'm sure." Angers stared at the test tube of the blood sample, and opened the lid with a slight lift of his thumb. The vice-principal, who was about to turn over to the sofa and take refuge, stopped. He twitched his nose and turned back blankly.

Because the whole room was filled with a scent of wine at some point. It was an extremely mellow wine scent. It was several times richer than the so-called aged port wine, but it was not so sweet that it made people sick. That was just right. The combination of alcohol and aroma can easily arouse the greed and nerves of any alcoholic.

"Are you sure you really didn't make a mistake between the cocktail and the blood sample?" The vice-principal quietly turned back, approached the coffee table and stared at the blood sample in Ange's hand, "If you didn't make a mistake, then it must be My nose did something wrong.”

The mellow smell of wine came from the test tube. For a moment, the smell even overwhelmed the unfinished Port wine in the glass. The precipitation and brewing in the 19th century were now reduced to a joke in front of the blood of a boy. This is something many brewmasters would never dare to think about.

Angers stared at the drunken look of his old friend in front of him. He reached out to the mouth of the test tube and waved it gently. The breeze with the smell instantly hugged the vice principal's cheek. He suddenly narrowed his eyes, like He took a deep breath like a drunkard and reached out to take the test tube in Ange's hand.

Angers took a step back slightly, raised his hand to avoid the vice principal's grasping hand, "So what you smell is alcohol."

"Bullshit, you can't smell such a fragrant old Romanee-Conti? Have you drank all these years of red wine in vain?" The vice-principal realized what he was doing, took back his hand, coughed twice, grabbed the Coke and took a sip. To cover up the gaffe just now.

"Except for the sweetness of the port on the table, I can hardly smell any other alcohol." Angers looked at the vice-principal and said seriously, "You know, my sense of smell has always been very sensitive, and I can distinguish one thing by smell alone. Dozens of wine brands on the table.”

"Damn it, do you really want me to accept that I'm the only one who can smell this smell?" the vice-principal raised his eyebrows.

"No, I just want to state the fact that I didn't smell the smell of the second wine." Ange said lightly, "Although I like to taste famous wines, it doesn't mean that I am addicted to wine. Compared with wine, I prefer cigars so the smell that fills the room now is earthy, woody, cocoa and a little bit of caramel, typical of Partagas.”

"Wait. What do you mean?" The vice-principal instantly understood what Ange wanted to express. He sat up straight and looked at the test tube in Ange's hand. His eyes no longer held nostalgia and persistence, but were full of low emotions. Shocking and horrifying.

"This kind of thing is tempting." Angers gently blocked the opening of the quartz tube with his thumb to stop the aroma from escaping. "Whatever a person likes most, it will become that thing, and Try your best to show off your enchantment and tempt those who smell it to get close to it and taste it.”

"Two people can smell different smells from a piece of blood. There are only three explanations for this situation." Angers said, "The first explanation is that the olfactory structures of the two of us are different. There is a scientific explanation that the olfactory systems of men and women are different. The difference is that men are not sensitive to certain smells, and their recognition of smells will be different, so some smells cannot be smelled. Some things smell like oranges to women, but men will smell Sprite."

"Are you going round the bush and saying I'm a woman?"

"It's just an example, but we are both men, and our sense of smell is not much different. After all, we both like the same things, good wine, cigars, and women." Angers said, "So the first explanation is ruled out. The second explanation is a problem with the substance itself. The smell itself is produced by the movement of molecules, and its smell is caused by the composition of the blood itself and has anesthetic properties that we cannot understand. Just like people in Yunnan, China often misunderstand. Eating poisonous mushrooms causes hallucinations, and the smell of blood also makes us hallucinate. What you smell is good wine, and what I smell is cigars."

"Would you like me to help you add a third explanation?" the vice-principal whispered, and Angers nodded slowly and stopped talking.

"The third explanation is that this thing is alive." The vice-principal stared at the magnificent and alluring blood. "It actively releases some kind of spiritual power that can affect the biological nerve center and is incorporated into the odor molecules to guide the deepest feelings in our hearts. I just stretched out my hand to grab it and drink it. I like good wine, but I haven’t liked it to the point of losing control.”

"You have always been a person with little willpower." Angers said, "But among the people without willpower, you are the most stubborn and persistent group, but even you made a subconscious snatching action. "

"Where are the first people who came into contact with that kid's blood now?" The vice-principal suddenly raised his head and looked at Angers, but the other person didn't speak, just stared at him and shook his head gently.

".Okay, no surprise, so what happened to them?"

"You will know after looking at the results of the experiment." Angers raised his thumb slightly, and the smell appeared again, but this time the vice-principal sat still without any wavering in his eyes, and so did Angers, who was holding the test tube. In this way, tilting the other side of the test tube, a few beads of dark oil poured into the blood sample.

When the black oil was dripped into the ruby ​​liquid-like blood, the phenomenon of ink dripping into milk appeared as expected. The dark color instantly spread on the surface of the blood sample. Due to the density problem, the oil floated on the surface of the blood and did not sink. , but in less than a few seconds, those dark colors were diluted and lightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they completely disappeared. But the magnificent blood was so strange that it did not change color at all, and did not even increase in color depth. a little bit.

"The water level has increased," the vice-principal said, "but the nature of the blood does not seem to have changed in any way."

"Assimilation," Angers said.

"No, I think cannibalizing is a better description." The vice-principal shook his head and reached for the test tubes. This time Angers did not stop him and allowed him to take both test tubes.

The vice-principal shook the test tube in his hand, shook the blood evenly, and then poured a few drops into the oil. The three drops of blood immediately sank to the ground after entering the oil. A large amount of oil piled up against the thin layer of blood with distinct colors. . But after waiting with bated breath for a few seconds, the previous situation happened again. The oil in contact with the bright blood began to gradually change color and lighten, but gradually penetrated into the underlying red and increased in volume, and then continued to radiate upward until half a minute. Later, two identical tubes of magnificent blood appeared in the hands of the vice-principal.

"Fire," the vice-principal said.

Angers took out a match, lit it and handed it to him. The vice-principal took it and flicked his thumb. The burning match flew up and accurately fell into the test tube. The oil burned instantly, and a mellow aroma gradually filled the air. Strange smell.

"Light oil?" the vice principal asked, looking at the inside of the test tube burning with blood-red flames.

"Yeah." Anng nodded.

"This is a big problem." The vice-principal lowered his voice, "Do the people in the investigation team know about this?"

"I don't know yet. Norma's information records have been temporarily replaced by mine."

"It's best that they never know about this matter." The vice principal looked up at Angers, "You should know that this is a problem at the genetic level, right? Most people, even if they are hybrids, 'S' level hybrids, their blood It’s impossible for this to happen. To be honest, this is close to the level of a horror movie. Has anyone tried to die by drinking these things?”

"A reckless researcher who was one of the first to test blood could detect abnormalities during blood collection but could not smell the smell. He was the first person to come into direct contact with blood and died miserably. When we discovered his Most of the internal organs have disappeared, and everything has turned into the thing you are holding in your hand now. The entire abdominal cavity is like a ball filled with water. Even if no one pops it, when the layer of subcutaneous fat is assimilated, the whole body will People will also explode directly."

"But this thing can't swallow inorganic matter." The vice principal looked at the intact quartz body and said, "Petroleum is an organic matter, so it has been assimilated. It's no wonder you didn't use water to conduct the experiment. Are you sure you were in China when you found the boy? In a coastal city, not in some unknown ancient tomb?"

"I don't do things like that that a lunatic would do. Do you think I would bring back a dragon king who has not yet awakened to support him?"

"You would stuff a nuclear bomb into the tomb as soon as you find him, and light a cigar when you walk out of the tomb and detonate it." The vice-principal picked up a can of Coke and plugged the top of the test tube with the bottom to extinguish the flame inside, "In the past Do you still have his blood sample?”

"Yes, but it is very different from now. His blood samples before were no different from those of you and me."

"Is that what went wrong some time later? The Philosopher's Stone?" The vice-principal remembered the first question Angers asked when he came here. "Do you think it was the Philosopher's Stone that caused this phenomenon? I remember that The bullet composed of a philosopher's stone collapsed after shattering his sternum, shattering into pieces and disappearing in his abdominal cavity."

"The Philosopher's Stone is extracted from the corpses of dragons. It is a highly concentrated crystallization of dragon blood, so it is logically easy to dissolve in blood." Angers said, "But there is no target in history that has been targeted by the Philosopher's Stone. An example of something that becomes even scarier after being hit.”

"The Philosopher's Stone can be regarded as a spiritual bullet carried by matter. Its shell will not cause hybrids to appear in this state." The vice-principal immediately rejected Angers' reasoning, "If you are thirsty for the blood of the dragon, you can To become stronger, there should be only one family in the secret party now, the Beowulf family led by the dragon bloodthirsty. Those people are madmen who would feed dragon blood crystals to newborn babies, but what did they get? Around the critical blood limit The unstable bloodline of Swinging and the irreversible dragon transformation phenomenon formed the day after tomorrow? Dragon blood is never a panacea, you know this."

"That's a mental problem," Angers said.

"The Philosopher's Stone hit him, but it brought about this change in him." The vice-principal narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Angers, "Why did it give me a seed? The bullet never really hit him, but penetrated him. The feeling of something else? And that thing has been suppressing this little monster from beginning to end. After the Philosopher's Stone broke it or forced it to sleep, the little monster's true characteristics began to be revealed."

"It's like a bullet breaking a seal," Angers concluded.

"Seal? Yes. Seal, this description is very appropriate."

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"But things that need to be sealed are never good things, my old friend." The vice-principal looked at Angers and handed back one of the two tubes of reagents, "I hope you will prepare next You have to decide what you want to do.”

"I will." Angers looked at the bright blood transformed from petroleum left in the vice-principal's hand, "Do you want to keep one and mix it with Coke?"

"I have a few guesses to try. After all, this thing is of great research value. Ever since I lost Nicholas' manuscript, nothing could arouse my professional interest. Until this thing appeared." Vice Principal He plugged the test tube and shook it, staring at the swirling liquid inside.

"No matter what happened, he is in a very delicate state now." Angers said softly, "Imagine that the heart is pumping and the blood vessels are flowing with this kind of thing, what kind of state should his whole person be in?"

"I remember we discussed before that he was taught to be violent by you, right?" The vice-principal suddenly asked, "Then do you think it is the dragon's blood poison that is more refined from the violent blood, or his blood poison? If the blood poison in the test tube is more Things have the ability to cannibalize and assimilate, can they maintain their power forever after cannibalizing the dragon blood refined by violent blood?"

"." Angers stopped his thinking after just thinking about it, just like when Einstein discovered the mass-energy equation. At that moment, his mind bloomed with the dawn of the near future that would illuminate the entire world. .Light and heat, hope and destruction, prosperity and desolation.

"What the hell is he?" The vice-principal finally couldn't help but ask.

"Violent blood was once called the road to becoming a god by the pure-blood dragon clan." Angers did not answer the vice principal's question. He was talking to himself and looked up at it. "But this road is different for mixed-blood people." It seems that both the race and the dragon race are taboo, a road that cannot be passed, like the Tower of Babel to the sky. That is because the blood of the mixed race has a human part after all, like a piece of bread crumbs, you can tear it apart It breaks into pieces, but you can’t crush it to nothing.”

After hearing this, the vice-principal looked down at the test tube in his hand, and probably guessed what Angers was going to say next.

"But what if you could genetically assimilate it?" Angers whispered. "Replace the crumbs on the dinner plate with bloody meat?"

"Why do you make it look like that kid is going to eat the Dragon King alive in the future?" The vice-principal smiled, but his smile was a little awkward and astringent. After that, he became quiet again and said abruptly,

"Will it be delicious?"

Angers didn't answer him, but just stared at the white bubbles floating in the rose-red blood in the test tube, swimming upstream, and bursting open the moment they touched the air, like a gorgeous microscopic flower exploding. flower.

ps: It should be gone?