Zheng Qing thought the school did not care about the invasion of the 403 dormitory, but in fact the school arranged for him to protect him 24/7; Zheng Qing thought that Thomas was worthy of trust after signing the risk ban contract, but Thomas used the trust of the school and Zheng Qing in him at the same time and played with the crocodile cat for the prince.
This strong difference made him involuntarily think of Miller's famous "Late Bell" - the couple prayed in the fields, and there was a basket that looked like a potato at his feet. But in fact, the basket was not filled with potatoes, but the corpse of the child.
The surface is a basket, but there is a small coffin hidden underneath.
Behind the peaceful pastoral scenery, there is a depressing and cruel human tragedy.
Just like Zheng Qing's life.
Every day, it seems that reading, eating, sleeping at two o'clock, which is boring and boring. But where he can't see, demons sneak into Bouge Island, some wizards wear crow masks, some stand guard all night for him, and some seize all loopholes to get something from him.
"Is it you who broke into our dormitory that Monday?" Zheng Qing closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. I wonder if it was because of blood loss, he felt a little dizzy.
"Yes." Now that things have come to this, Thomas has not continued to hide them.
"Who else?"
"I'm the only one." Thomas insisted: "It's my own decision, including bringing you to my lab this time, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
Zheng Qing 'hooped' and said nothing:
"Why?"
At this moment, Zheng Qing had ten thousand "whys" in his heart, but when all the questions were crowded by his mouth, the only three words that could be spit out were the same.
As if he had understood the many questions connected to his three words, Thomas was silent for a long time before sighing softly: "The professor once told us that timing determines everything... Now is indeed not the best time, but I have no other choice."
In this sentence, Zheng Qing could only barely understand the last sentence.
But he couldn't accurately grasp the profound meaning behind these pronouns, what time is, and so on.
But he didn't wait for him to continue asking.
Nikita, who was lying on another test bench, suddenly spoke.
"He's trying to save me."
A complex expression appeared on the banshee's face, which was difficult to describe. She looked at the owner of the laboratory and pulled the corners of her mouth: "I fell into a lich. He thought he could save me, and then became a 'crow'; I accepted the crow's spirit seed, and then the demonic energy broke out of control and his body collapsed. He wanted to save me, so he brought you here..."
If he hadn't lying on the test bench and would have been stabbed by the 'protagonist' at any time, Zheng Qing would definitely have applauded the love story in the TV series.
But now, he just wants to curse in his heart.
You two love each other, why do you have to pay the price of blood?
"Why do you think that my flesh and blood can prevent her body from continuing to collapse?" Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and asked his first 'why' after clarifying his thoughts.
He doesn't think Thomas knows his special identity.
But just in case, he still needs to confirm.
"Because your union with the spirit seed was very successful, and your flesh and blood had actually saved her once." Thomas pulled out a sharp knife from the shelf next to him and gently stroked Zheng Qing's arm.
Zheng Qing took a breath of cold air.
The owner of the laboratory nodded with satisfaction.
"See? Very amazing physical strength."
He pointed to the white seal on Zheng Qing's arm and inserted the knife back into the shelf: "Without using special means, your membrane can withstand most physical damage. This intensity can withstand the pressure of the conflict between demonic energy and magic... After Niya accepted the spirit seed, his body collapsed completely, but because I transplanted some of the flesh and blood that I obtained from you last time, she could maintain her current state of sane..."
Zheng Qing looked at the banshee's weak but still charming face.
Then he looked at her bloated and raised torso covered in white sheets.
The dark wizard Watley couldn't help but flashed through his mind the tentacles and eyes that were waving in the sky in the last crazy moment. He subconsciously closed his eyes, trying to forget his association for this moment.
The eyes can be closed, but the ears cannot.
Thomas' voice continued to sound in the boy's ears: "...Ganning's adventure on you has not completely failed. You are our most successful experiment. So your flesh and blood will definitely help Nia through the most dangerous rejection period. But as I said before, bringing you here is my last choice... I went to the 403 dormitory to try whether you can use your dander and hair to generate your flesh and blood in the Petri dish. As a result, the flesh and blood were generated, but there was no effect."
Speaking of this, he twisted the knob on the hose, then took the first packet of plasma off the shelf, held it in mid-air, and carefully looked at the bright red liquid that was gently rolling in the transparent package.
After a while.
Just opened again:
"Then I remembered a sentence that the professor once said - the blood and blood pollution of demons is similar to the pollution from the starry sky, and they are both a kind of conceptual pollution. Only concepts can compete with concepts. Just like love and hate, beauty and ugliness."
"You can continue to use other excuses to get my flesh and blood, or draw blood while I am sleeping. Why..." Zheng Qing's voice gradually became bitter.
It may be feasible to draw blood while you are sleeping, but considering that it didn’t help much to remove a piece of blood and flesh before, then how much blood is drawn or how many times it takes is a very headache.
If the number of draws is too many, it will definitely cause the school or one's own vigilance.
The amount of extraction is insufficient and it is useless.
The amount of blood that a person can draw at a time is very limited, and it also requires flesh and blood. Just a simple calculation, Zheng Qing himself thinks that kidnapping himself is the best solution.
Thomas took out a measuring cup.
Squeeze half a cup of fresh blood into the cup.
He held the cup and walked to another test bench, handed it to Nikita, lowering his eyelids, and his voice was very light, as if he was confessing to someone: "You know... I have no malice."
"whispering sound."
Nikita took the cup and smiled weakly: "You should say this to the handsome guy opposite me... Moreover, if you do such a thing, you will seem worse without malice. Unconscious evil is more awkward than conscious evil, right?"
The banshee raised her glass to Zheng Qing, then looked at Thomas in front of her, and whispered a few 'toasts':
"——You set up a banquet for me before my enemies."
“—You anointed my head with oil and filled my cup of blessing.”