Trafford’s Trading Club

“Ah… I want to die. ”

Ren Ziling was paralyzed on the chair of his office like a corpse. His eyes were as if he had been visited by men from all over the city, and his face was gloomy.

Then the deputy editor-in-chief's office opened, carrying a bag of Chinese bags, and the pears chewing directly came in. “Sister Ren, you can still work?! I thought you'd take a half-day off overhead to sleep. ”

“I really want to die...” Ren Ziling rubbed her stomach, "Pear, pour me some water. ”

“Here.”

Ren Ziling drank the saliva and rubbed his nose beam again. “By the way, what happened last night? Did you send me home? ”

“Don't you know?” Pear was stunned: “Didn't Rochu tell you? ”

“How do I know?” Ren Ziling glanced bitterly: “When I woke up early, I was the only one in the house... In other words, how did I get back? By the way, the room! Did they do it? ”

“...” Pear sat down crying, quite seriously: “Sister Ren, would you be disappointed if I said it didn't work out? ”

“So... what have I been through?” Ren Ziling asked with hesitation.

Pear laughed, laughed again, then smiled mysteriously, and finally something happened: “Some things, it's better to have a fragment. After all, it's better than knowing what you've been through or not knowing what you've been through... Sister Ren, believe me, if you knew the truth, you would have chosen the fragment. ”

“What, mysterious?” Ren Ziling frowned: “Could I still be drunk and run naked in the street? ”

Heh, heh, heh... that's how Pear responded.

“Are you going to tell me or not? It's itchy, isn't it?” Vice Editor Ren turned on the violent mode and suddenly bounced off the chair, intending to squeeze it towards Pear's face.

“Stop! I promise I won't strangle you! ”

It was only in the morning that the magazine was full of sunshine.

But the chase didn't last long, so the owner of the magazine stopped it, “Do you think this is your home? What a system!! ”

The boss presumably found out that his restaurant tickets were gone, that he didn't look good, and that he directly locked out who the prisoner was.

But even if it's locked, the woman in front of him can burn the incense as long as she doesn't say anything to the mother tiger in his house.

“Cough, cough, these two are laissez-passer, TV.” The boss issued two passes to Ren Ziling and Pear. "Tonight's" Singer "begins, you two go and get me something to shoot back, preferably something to write back. ”

Ren Ziling glanced at the pass and shook his head directly: “I'm not interested in this entertainment business, you don't know. I still prefer to follow up on the headless mutilation the other day. ”

“Ren Ziling!! Give me back my ticket!! ”

“Pear, pack your things, let's go, coordinates... TV station! ”

The boss watched Ren Ziling leave almost like a pear, and suddenly a smile appeared, “Little did I know that your choreography is negative! ”

……

……

Mahoud was called to one of the rooms in the forensic department by Lao Qin.

“I said," O old Qin, if you want to say that the autopsy has turned out, just tell me. But what are you bringing me here for? ”Ma SIR looked at Old Qin somewhat puzzled - he was tampering with the computer right now.

I saw Old Qin debugging the software in the computer and said: “I simulated an experiment with the computer, so the explanation would be clearer... look. ”

Old Qin pointed to the computer screen: “Based on the wounds on the neck part of the body, we simulated the head breakage of the deceased. ”

“Guess what the murder weapon is?” Machoudton came spiritually from time to time.

Old Qin didn't say anything, just clicked on the start - only on the analog image of the computer, starting with the cross section of the neck of the deceased.

“These wounds were inflicted in one breath and there was no pause in the middle. In addition, depending on the shape of the wound, I made a similar model. ”

“This... this is like a serrated beast trap?” Mahoud stunned, and the computer synthesized Hercules was a giant beast trap, "is that the murder weapon? ”

Old Qin calmly said: “If you want to chew people's necks directly off by cheering them up and down, even the trap can't provide the bite... but oddly enough, based on the shape of the wound, it really is something as huge as the trap. ”

Mahoud was stunned: “It's not a beast trap? But what could have such a huge bite power? It can't be King Dragon's mouth, can it? ”

Old Qin looked at Mahoud as if he was mentally retarded, "Do you think there was such a thing as the Dragon King? Hasn't it caused panic yet? ”

“I'll just say...” Mahoud shrugged: “But at least until we find the head of the deceased, that's a clue. And then what else? ”

Old Qin said positively at this time: “Remember those weird mucus we found at the scene of the murder? ”

Mahoud nodded.

"It's not a liquid, it's a cell… a cell of a creature I've never seen before," said Old Qin. ”

Mahoud doesn't understand, and pretends to understand, “You mean, bacteria or something? ”

Old Qin eyes have no expression: “Cells. ”

“Teacher Qin, I surrender! I don't get it!” MacHood thinks it's better not to carry on.

Old Qin began to extract some strange mucus, put it under the microscope, but at the same time dropped a drop of red liquid towards these mucus, “Red is a germ, and the light white part is these mucus, look. ”

Mahoud squinted his eyes and stared carefully, and it wasn't long before he was surprised: "Oh, I ate these mucus cells and germ cells. ”

“is swallowing.” Old Qin now said positively: “Besides, I almost used it, so the bacteria I could find in my hand were tested, and the results were the same. Whatever it was, these mucus cells were able to swallow up. ”

“Shit, this mucus cell is hanging like this... isn't it actually a virus? ”

Old Qin shook his head: “It's not a virus, it's just a cell. It's not contagious, it's not harmful at all, and what's even more amazing is that these cells even have a powerful healing capability… Do you know what I remember, old horse? ”

“What do you remember? ”

Old Qin glanced at him: "Macrophages… but obviously this is not the ordinary macrophages that the outside world can cultivate now. Because every time it swallows a germ, it produces some germ-eating characteristics… So many germs swallow down, and instead of rupturing its internal structure, it becomes more robust and everything is arranged very neatly. It's like...”

“Like what? ”

Old Qin took a deep breath in the airway: “In addition to devouring it, it can digest and absorb all the germs for its own use, and then... it's evolving! ”

“This... shit, how do I feel you're talking about aliens?” Mahoud suddenly had some hair.

Isn't that right?

In this kind of place where instruments are everywhere, it is also the guy who smiles at Lao Qin, writes forensic reading as a weirdo.

“Not aliens.” Old Qin shook his head, "I just remembered a man. ”

Old Qin said, pulling out a book from the shelf next to him and turning it around: “I remember this man… Thirty years ago, he put forward a hypothesis in the medical community as to whether it was possible to develop a macrophage that could evolve autonomously to treat cancer that was difficult to overcome. I found this amazing cell, and the hypothetical macrophages he put forward have a lot of matches… or that this amazing cell is more perfect than the macrophages in his mind. ”

“Do you doubt that this cell has anything to do with this foreign doctor?” Mahoud frowned, "but how many years ago did you say this was a hypothesis? ”

Thirty years ago. ”

"“ Isn't he 97 or 8 years old now? ”

Old Qin just shook his head... Apparently, he had doubted for more than a day or two, “In fact, shortly after writing this book, he died. ”

Mahoud read the book's author's name and read it softly.

Carl Faust.

PS: As for what happens to the fragments… they may come out of the box or in volume X.5 in the future.