21. Coercion and Surveillance

5 days later, the ghost base.

Since Dr. Moira, who was busy studying various mysteries of the symbiote, could not spare time for new projects, her research partner, Miss Lillian, also got a new assignment.

At the other end of the biology laboratory, this gentle red-haired girl was taking out several bottles of green liquid from a well-sealed alley.

She is wearing a chemical protective suit, which proves that these things are harmful to the human body.

Lilian quickly put the bottles of reagents on the test tube rack, then reached out and tapped on the computer next to her.

She looked at the complex genetic engineering drawings that only real professionals could understand that appeared on the screen.

As well as the different effects of those bottles of reagents, and the design idea of ​​this weird "leech" project that was temporarily added to the test process.

After a few seconds, Miss Lillian frowned.

"It's going to be made into a weapon...or a dangerous genetic weapon."

"Is this another secret project?"

Lilian's fingers danced and tapped on the keyboard, and after a while, the document was pulled to the bottom, and the name of "Merlin Riley" was marked in the sub-section of the test signer.

This made the worried Miss Lillian breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, someone like Chief Merlin would definitely not use it in a destructive war."

The biologist felt that a stone had been put down in his heart. Although he didn't have much contact with Merlin, in Lilian's heart, Merlin had always been a very reliable person.

She moved her fingers, and then put the liquids in different test tubes into a complex apparatus according to the experimental procedure designed by Reed.

The activity of these liquids is first activated with a special spectrum, and then more complex gene fragment recombination is carried out.

This is a very long process, and it takes at least half a month to get the final product.

But the most difficult work has been done by Reed, and what Lillian needs to do now is to finally combine these materials into a "leech" potion, and then weaponize it.

It is equivalent to an assembler who assembles a bunch of polished parts into a precise aircraft.

"However, this idea is really novel."

While Lilian was busy, she thought:

"Using leech DNA to ensure the activity of multiple gene fragments after combining...It's a genius idea, oh, yes, maybe, maybe I can use this idea to try the experiment a few years ago."

A look of excitement flashed across Lillian's pretty face, probably because she spent too long with Moira, and now Lillian is also full of interest in various experiments.

The plant cell research she had been doing in the past had stagnated for various reasons, but now, Reed's genetic engineering design drawing gave Lillian a new idea.

Perhaps, she has found a breaking point in her deadlocked plant cell experiments.

Well, it's decided, after completing the "leech" project, hurry up and do an experiment!

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"Dear Arthur:"

"Sorry, I still can't attend your birthday this year. When I visited your father last time, you were conducting a scientific expedition in the Indian Ocean."

"I heard that you have also found a job you are interested in. While I am relieved, I am also a little worried."

In the study, Merlin was writing a letter with a pen in his hand.

The letter was addressed to Arthur, and his birthday was coming soon, but just like in previous years, Merlin really couldn't find time to go to Grace Port again.

"Calculate the time..."

Merlin put down his pen, glanced at the calendar on the table, and said:

"Little Bali's birthday has passed... Icarus, did I not miss it?"

"No."

Icarus says:

"On the day of Barry Allen's 16th birthday, you were busy dealing with the internal purge of the Onika Group. I sent you an email and a gift."

"Barry, as always, politely replied a letter, telling about some things that happened around him...Merlin, that child has always been very grateful to you."

"He's a good boy."

Merlin said softly:

"He's as kind as his father. Speaking of which, the matter of the Allen family has not yet been figured out?"

"No."

Icarus projected before Merlin's eyes the progress of Henry Allen's case of being accused of killing his wife, and that case has been sealed until today.

Henry, the good man who once helped Merlin, has also been wrongly imprisoned for many years.

But unfortunately, Merlin couldn't help in this matter.

The bystander that night was only one person in the minibus. He was only less than 10 years old at the time, and what he said obviously cannot be taken as testimony.

What's more, compared to the fantasy story of two rays of light killing poor Mrs. Allen, people obviously believe that Henry killed his beloved wife for some reason.

"well..."

Merlin sighed and said:

"There are really too many unknown things in this world..."

"Yeah, too many unknown things."

A voice sounded behind Merlin, as if agreeing with Merlin's statement.

In the shadow of the study, Professor Charles appeared in a wheelchair at some point.

Of course, it is not an entity coming, but an astral projection made with psychic power.

He just stopped in the darkness, crossed his hands on his legs, and looked at Merlin with a gentle gaze.

He said:

"But if you need it, my friend, Merlin, why don't you ask me for help?"

"You should know that as long as the murderer who killed poor Nora Allen is still on Earth, as long as you ask, I can help you find him..."

"It's not difficult."

Kuang Gong said in a sincere voice:

"As long as you speak, I can help you solve all the problems you face."

"Yes, as long as you ask, I will be happy to help you."

Merlin didn't look back, he just pretended nothing happened, reached out to pick up the pen, and continued to write the unfinished birthday wishes on the letter paper.

He said softly:

"There's only one thing I need your help with... Get out of my house!"

"Don't be so rude, Merlin."

Kuang Gong didn't care about the disgust in Merlin's tone, he said slowly:

"I don't want to disturb the lives of you and your loved ones. In fact, I envy this kind of life. I also want to have my own life..."

"It's been a week since we last spoke and I haven't heard back."

Looking at Merlin's back, Kuang Gong said:

"You don't call me, you don't email me, you don't even have a letter expressing your opinion, which makes me wonder if you are too busy to forget about this matter...I know this Will bore you, but I..."

"I just want an answer."

"I need time to think."

Merlin says:

"You have to give me some time, Ansrat, you have to understand that taking the soul of an adult and watching a baby be occupied are two completely different concepts."

"I've said it all, it's not occupation!"

Kuang Gong patiently explained:

"Don't define this kind of behavior as evil, I won't hurt little Franklin, and I'm not that crazy...I'm just..."

"No need to explain."

Merlin raised his hand, he interrupted the description of the mad attack, he said:

"I'm a wizard, a great wizard, and I know better than you what you mean by 'fusion'."

"It's evil, no doubt about it."

"That's one of the most profound evils in this world. You want to deprive a life of all possibilities for its future before it even starts."

"No matter how careful you are, Ansrat, the huge consciousness you derived based on Charles' spiritual power is not something a young soul can bear."

Merlin's pen tip kept sliding on the letter paper, he mercilessly exposed the trick of mad attack, he said:

"The moment you melt into Franklin's body, you'll crush that child's soul... the doves take the magpie's nest."

"You're trying to convince me to do something that will send me to hell. Shouldn't you give me enough time to think about it?"

"Ha ha."

Kuang Gong laughed contemptuously, and he said to Merlin:

"Merlin, Merlin, look at you, as the leader of a secret agent, do you still naively think that you won't go to hell after death? Do you think those things you do will make you go to heaven after death? ?”

"Don't be naive..."

"It's not a complicated thing, so don't complicate it."

The projection of the mad attack disappeared in Merlin's study, and he said:

"Since you have asked me for enough time, I will give you enough time, Merlin, my friend. But please understand, I have to watch you."

"Letting a dangerous person like you move freely is also a kind of trouble for me, don't make me wait too long."

A few minutes later, Merlin's letter was finished.

He put down the pen in his hand, then folded the letter paper and put it in the envelope.

He said to Icarus:

"He's really an asshole, isn't he?"

"He is demonstrating and putting pressure on you."

Icarus responded:

"He uses this way to express a meaning to you... As long as he wants, he can appear anywhere, beside anyone you care about and who you pay attention to."

"He's telling you, don't do unnecessary fights, he can see everything."

"He may not be able to control you, but he can hurt the people you value, and he is forcing you to make a decision."

Merlin nodded in agreement.

Icarus' analysis is in place, this is the trick of mad attack, through this kind of "reminder" from time to time, to put more pressure on Merlin.

This method is very effective in forcing some less determined people.

But for Merlin, its effect is not so obvious.

"Alas, a clever bastard."

Merlin put a stamp on the envelope, and then wrote down the address of Port of Grace. He looked at the envelope on the table in front of him, and other thoughts surged in his heart:

"But unfortunately..."

"Onsrat is not smart enough. In this world full of weird powers, he lacks awe of power, which will make him a tragic failure..."

Merlin put on a windbreaker, walked out of the house in the dark, put the letter into the mailbox closest to home, and then strolled to the nearby deli.

It was the shop of Matt's good friend, Fatty Fudge.

Merlin bought a lot of ingredients there. He failed to cook the dishes a few days ago, so he has to make good preparations tomorrow to cook some healthier and more delicious food.

And just as Merlin was on his way home with a bag of ingredients, when he looked back occasionally.

Under the dim streetlight behind him, the bald old man sitting in a wheelchair was in the light, waving his hand in a friendly way.

But the smile on that big bald face was disgusting no matter how you looked at it.

"Tch... playing a ghost story."

Merlin curled his lips in disdain, he stretched out his hand, gestured his middle finger towards the shadow behind him, and then ignored him.

The berserk attack was indeed powerful, but it was far from enough to make Merlin feel terrible.

he...

No matter from all aspects, it is far behind those hell lords and evil gods.

The next morning, Merlin woke up at 5:55 on time. He moved his body and walked into the kitchen, preparing to cook a nutritious breakfast for the children.

But just as he was preparing four omelettes, Icarus suddenly projected a message in front of Merlin's eyes.

Those were a few photos taken in the desert.

In that photo is the wreckage of a crashed helicopter, and around those wreckage, there are some disgusting, broken bodies.

It must have been exposed to the sun for a few days, the scene was really disgusting, and it directly dispelled Merlin's idea of ​​having breakfast.

Below that photo, there was a text message from Thalia.

"The DNA matching is complete. Among the victims who died at the time of the helicopter explosion, there are no Frank Cassel and Billy Russo."

"There is a magic power that is about to dissipate in the wreckage of the helicopter, and a spellcaster has intervened in this matter."

"Well..."

Icarus quickly turned off the unappetizing photos, and Merlin said while continuing to make breakfast for the children:

"Looks like my instincts were right, Frank and Russo didn't die so easily...but new problems popped up."

"Who took them? What did they take Frank and Russo for?"

"Most importantly, why the two of them?"

Merlin says:

"In my memory, Frank and Russo are just two ordinary people. Of course, they are very powerful. It is not a problem to fight ten with one. With weapons, they can even easily kill some inexperienced street heroes, but that's it. ..”

"Icarus, tell me, what do those behind-the-scenes want Frank and Russo to do? Or, what do you want from them?"

"Insufficient information to judge."

Icarus replied:

"And compared to the two missing persons, the problem you are facing is more serious, right? Are you really not in a hurry?"

"Not urgent."

Merlin put the omelet into the baked bread and said:

"It's useless to be anxious...I have done everything that should be done."

"Now, be patient."