Super Detective in the Fictional World

Sometimes, the better a speaker loses money.

When Luke expressed dissatisfaction, he immediately changed his attitude and did not dare to face the Neon family again.

In fact, that's what happened to the Ishichida family in front of the head of the Hydra division, Kritch.

Says it's a little demeaning, but really doesn't want to give face, so don't give it.

Kritch is the “frontier warlord” of Hydra.

His official power in Neon made it difficult, but not difficult, to overthrow the Ishichida family.

The only reason the institute wants Kritch to act as an intermediary is because he has official channels in Neon to access the Ishichida family.

Otherwise, they would have left Kritch to play.

And Critch is concerned about the results of the Institute.

Unless he wanted to eat a billion-dollar knife from the Ishichida family that day, the family would be of little use to him.

In short, it's just a potential prey for Kritch, not even an opponent.

Lift up Erlang's leg, grab a teacup, and Luke sipped a sip of black tea.

Summer neon classical courtyard, still a little bit of a pastry.

On the other side, two people with ghostly births came together and were fighting for each other.

One of them was Shiro Ishichida, whose face was covered in geriatric spots and shaped like bones.

The other is a middle-aged man with several oblique scars on his face, who is the head of the Secret Institute.

The two of them didn't do much probing.

The last meeting was a test, and both sides knew that Shiro Ishichida could not hold up much longer.

Aging is sometimes worse than cancer because it's irretrievable.

Once it reaches a certain point, the elderly will feel the countdown to life.

The sense of despair that slips away from the body at every moment of life is hard for young people to experience.

Most people, at least until they reach the age of 30 or 40, watch their young parents get old and can pass away at any moment before they realize the ruthlessness of time.

Straight to the point, the two men again engaged in final consultations on the previous differences.

Shiro Ishida asked for detailed data on this treatment and asked his people to personally observe the treatment of the experiment.

Core data and experiments, of course, are not required by Shichida's people.

After all, men with bald scars, unlike people with brain disabilities, cannot agree to such outrageous demands.

But even subject data and experiments are deeply involved in the confidentiality of bald-headed men, which is equally unacceptable.

Less than ten minutes later, the bald man suddenly shut up and crooked his head seemed to be listening to something.

Shiro Ishida wonders: "Mr. Shredder? ”

The bald man Shredder looked back and smiled: "Oh, what is it? ”

Shiro Ishida wonders: “I hope you understand that confirming safety is a prerequisite for any treatment. If you don't let my paramedics know about it at all, I won't be able to get this treatment either, because it could make me die instantly. ”

On the side of Shredder, there was only one young white blonde woman in the house, dressed in a white coat, who was monitoring Ishichida's health in front of the instrument.

He nodded: "Yes, I agree with you. ”

Ishichida is stunned again: is this about to loosen up?

But Shredder went on to say, "So you don't have to make a choice, you just have to accept it. ”

At the same time, there were several screams outside the yard, which were the voices of the guards.

Shiro Ishida's heart suddenly moved slightly on the bed: "Mr. Schrader, what do you mean? ”

Shredder looks calm: "I will make you immortal, but loyalty is the price you have to pay. ”

With his words, the four skinny “people" opened the door and walked in.

In their hands, they dragged the bodies of eight security guards outside, leaving heavy blood marks all the way.

Shiro Ishida closed his eyes: "What do you want? ”

Shredder smiled and opened the small box that he had placed next to him.

There was a tiny syringe in the box, and the tube was dark red liquid: “After using my“ true blood, "you would thank me, like the most loyal servant. ”

Ishichida coldly said, "Are you talking about slaves? ”

Shredder didn't feel comfortable picking up the syringe and getting up and walking: "If you think so, that's fine. ”

Looking at the old man's expression, he somehow burst into his heart with a feeling of mastery, and said casually: "Know a vampire? This is how they make their families. A drop of your own true blood is enough to make ordinary people immortal. ”

Ishichida's eyes flashed and he smiled: "So you're just another vampire's man? ”

Shredder laughed down: "Of course not. I sucked the vampire that gave me real blood, so when he died, I was free. ”

In the talking room, he stood next to Shizhitian, inserting the syringe needle into his hand and a dark red blood stream into the old man's lean arm.

Shiro Ishida did not resist.

Shredder wasn't surprised.

The old man was too old to move together, just a little better than total paralysis.

And if you want to live, it's not unacceptable to be a dog —— at least a lot of Neon people have that awareness, which is why they've always been educated that American dads love.

And as a Minnie hybrid growing up in Neon, Shredder knows that too well.

This is an arrogant and self-righteous, obedient and insane contradictory people.

Arrogance and obedience are only manifestations of the day after tomorrow, and inferiority and madness are indelible natures.

Seeing Ishichida look at herself, the unknown look in her eyes, Shredder frowned and suddenly felt a little strange.

But he didn't think much either.

Shichida's old, dry face is like adding a movie premium, filling up quickly at a visible speed.

He closed his eyes and trembled, making intermittent and strange groans in his mouth.

In a matter of seconds, that face changed from old to middle-aged and eventually to early twenties.

Finally, he opened his eyes, both white and dark red.

Shredder: “You can get up now. ”

Instead, Ishichida was intoxicated by the vibrancy of her body: “It's amazing. Thank you, Mr. Shredder. ”

At the end of the speech, he was suddenly wrapped in a bed under him and disappeared into the room.

Shredder shook and sneered: “I command you, come out immediately and kneel before me. ”

As a result… there was no response.

Shredder frowned and felt no abnormality in the power to control his family.

But the absence of Ishichida is the biggest anomaly.

His face sank: "Remove the bed. ”

The bed where Ishichida sleeps is something like a table, and Shredder suspects it's a secret passage.

Vampire control over family members is still influenced by distance, and more than 50 metres is basically ineffective.

If you stay away from Shredder quickly, Ishichida will indeed be out of Shredder's control.

In the future, as long as he hides safely, the old man could really live freely.