If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 423 Blood Samples

The blade of the jackknife is dark red, and there are traces of blood running deep in it. Angers holds the handle of the pocketknife with blue veins on the back of his right hand, which slides bit by bit on the soft flesh tightly clasped in his hand. However, until the complete flap was cut off, as the blood red fell to the ground, an uncontrollable low growl sounded in the room.

"Is this unbearable?" Anger gently wiped off the bright red mark on the blade, then plunged into its flesh with lightning speed, and then twisted the tip of the knife sharply.

With a bang, the cork was pulled out by a force of ingenuity, flew to the ceiling, bounced at a [-]-degree angle, and smashed into the empty wine glass on the coffee table in front of the vice principal in front of the sofa.

"Port wine in 1882, fortified wine in red wine, 22% alcohol, high brandy was added before brewing, so the taste will be slightly sweet." Angers retracted the pocket knife into his cuff, holding it with one hand and wrapping it in straw paper The red wine bottle went to the coffee table, where there were two empty glasses and several cans of Coca-Cola.

"Due to the evaporation of water, although the winery will periodically add new wine to the barrels, the tawny port aged in the barrels will become more and more concentrated as it ages, and the port wines aged in the 19th century to the present are so rich that they are almost full-bodied. You can’t drink it directly, if you want to really taste his most extreme flavor, you should risk destroying the flavor of the red wine and add something to adjust it, do you mind?” Anger looked at the end of the sofa and shrank when he reached out to one of the cans Yes, asked the vice-principal who stared at him in a gentlemanly manner.

"I said I mind and really wanted you to get the hell out of my vice principal's office. Really the roll out kind, would you let me get my wish and see your custom suit get the pizza oil on my floor ?” The vice-principal stared at Angers intently, like a bear awakened from hibernation, paws pressing the sofa one after another.

"If this is your last words, maybe I will choose a time when there is no one else, and roll two laps in front of your grave, which is a memory of the old friend." Ang Ran nodded and opened the Coke in front of him. Pull the ring and pour the dark brown liquid inside into the wine glass.

"Fuck you! I knew you had no intentions when I saw you bring good wine to my belfry!" The vice-principal jumped up and grabbed the cork from the empty glass in front of him and threw it at Angers, even though he threw the cork Se's speed is like a baseball flying off a home run in Koshien.

But he forgot that the person opposite the coffee table was probably the best catcher in the world. With a slight lift of his fingers, the index and middle fingers simply clamped the cork, and poured a proper amount of mellow red wine into the cola Then he put the cork back in order to prevent the precious liquid inside from volatilizing too much, "Don't be so angry, your obesity level can already make you suffer from a series of diseases that mixed races may insulate for a lifetime, such as high blood pressure and heart disease. Going to the physical examination now can probably find out the three highs."

"Even if I don't have high blood pressure because of my weight, if you come here for a couple of laps, I guess I will have it!" The old cowboy on the sofa finally sat upright, gave Angers a cold look, and then patted himself With a somewhat fat belly, he said stubbornly, "And this is not called obesity. This is called plumpness. I remember that plumpness was regarded as beauty in China during the Sui and Tang Dynasties!"

"That was the aesthetics of the emperor's selection of concubines. It can only be said that the emperor at that time liked plump beauties. From a certain angle, the emperor's aesthetics represented the most advanced beauty pageant trend. Just like the current Paris fashion show, the real fashion The trend and trends are always controlled by the upper class, and the emperor was at the top of the pyramid at that time, and what he likes is always the best, and the class at the bottom of the pyramid only needs to follow blindly." Angers held it with one hand Looking down at his old friend on the sofa with a red wine glass one-third full in his pocket, "Plump and beautiful are mostly used to describe beautiful people, you can only be considered fat now."

"Your major is history, and I'm in alchemy. I can't quarrel with you if you're different in arts and sciences. You didn't come here just to open a bottle of good wine to mock me, right? If that's the case, I sincerely I hope you can get out of my office." The vice-principal stared at the red wine in Angers' hand, sniffing the sweet smell of wine in the air and feeling his mouth salivating uncontrollably, like a bird watching a beehive on the top of a tree bear.

"If you didn't say that the boy can wake up and you quit drinking for the rest of your life, then I'd be more than happy to pour you a glass of good wine now. You asked for your current predicament." Anger sat on the sofa, Slightly shaking the liquid in the glass, "Now the whole school knows that their vice-principal is an unprofessional alchemy master, if you still want to carry a 'dishonest' to become an 'unprofessional and dishonest alchemist' Master, I can pour you a glass."

"Pull it down." The vice-principal said angrily, "This matter can't be a bet at all! That kid cheated!"

"How about cheating? I still have a backup of the medical video and the live operation of the alchemy bullet stuck in the front of the left ventricle muscle. He was actually hit by the Philosopher's Stone, and he was also in a coma for four months due to pseudo-brain death. But he just woke up suddenly, you can't possibly say that he slept for four months just to lie to you and give up drinking for a year?"

"It's his grandma's." The vice-principal's expression twisted into a mess.

"This is a good thing. The 'S' level has been lost and recovered without leaving any sequelae. Every professor and member of the school board should breathe a sigh of relief. Your current behavior really seems to be colluding with forces outside the party. Traitor, I hope Class 'S' dies quickly." Angers squinted at the vice principal.

"...If colluding with forces outside the party allows me to have a drink, I can't betray a little belief." The vice principal reached out and took a can of Coke and opened it. He raised his neck and blew half of the can. The brown drink from the corner of his mouth has replaced the good partners who used to accompany him to sleep every day and night.

"As a master alchemist, do you have any special insights into the case where the Philosopher's Stone successfully hit the target and the target came back from the dead?" Anger asked.

"Opinion? My opinion is that he suffered that kind of fatal injury. His spirit and soul should have been destroyed by the pure 'fifth element'. After suffering the huge trauma from point-to-point radiation, not to mention that the bullets directly hit his heart and shattered it inside. This is not throwing stones at the lake at all, it is simply meteorites that blow up the lake! Then he He just woke up after sleeping for four months!" The vice-principal was speechless again, shaking his head and drinking Coke, muttering words like unbelievable and unbelievable.

"Is it possible that it's because the bones of the three generations of dragons were used to refine the Philosopher's Stone, and the refined things lack purity?" Anger objected.

"Is there a difference in the effect of piercing your forehead with a 7.62mm bullet and a 6.35mm bullet?" The vice principal tilted his head and looked at Angers.

"They're all dead," Angers said, "but the holes left are different sizes."

"Bingo." The vice-principal retreated to his sofa with Coke in his arms, "So an outsider is an outsider. The Philosopher's Stone doesn't care about the purity, as long as it is successfully refined into a solid 'red liquid', it It has already become a murder weapon. The result of the murder weapon is the same, but there is a slight difference in the process. For example, the result of cutting the wrist with a dagger and a hundred refining knife is to cut the wrist, but the speed of the cutting process is different. The dagger needs to be chopped slowly, but the Bailian knife only needs to be calmed down and slashed once!"

"The Philosopher's Stone has already pierced the child's spirit, so only the result is left." Anger understood the meaning of the vice principal, "The bullets all passed through the head, but the size of the leftovers was different, but I just now I was talking to you about whether it would be different if you used a bigger bullet and made a bigger hole."

"If you are any more stupid, I will have the opportunity to continue scolding you during science popularization." The vice-principal sighed, "You know that there were many beautiful beauties in the past who wanted me to say something sexy to them even if they were pretending to be stupid." Is your alchemy amusing them?"

"But the boy whose spirit was pierced is still alive, and he doesn't feel any discomfort. This is why you have been struggling." Anger ignored the vice-principal's complaint, "There is a boy who was pierced by the Philosopher's Stone in history. Are there any surviving cases?"

"No, being pierced means death. There is an essential difference between the body and the spirit. The body is cut off. If the cell activity is strong enough, the limbs can be reassembled, but the spirit cannot. Every individual's spirit is fragile and can be torn apart. It may take years or even decades to recuperate if a fracture occurs, a hundred days for an injury, and years for an injury." The vice-principal thought for a while and said, "Most of the cases where the Philosopher's Stone hits and survives are The moment before it hit the body, it was blocked by the hard dead matter, and the Philosopher's Stone could not cause damage to the soulless matter."

"There are also examples of being actually hit by the Philosopher's Stone without dying, but those are the goals of the next generation and even the dragon king. The Philosopher's Stone is hit but difficult to penetrate, just like throwing stones on the lake. There are big waves, but after a certain time the waves will die down"

Ange took a sip of his wine and said thoughtfully, "Is the Dragon King's mental strength strong enough to resist the Philosopher's Stone?"

"It depends on the purity of the Philosopher's Stone, that is, the caliber of the bullet. The Philosopher's Stone extracted from the third generation can give the Dragon King a concussion at most. The next generation should be able to severely injure it, and the fatal injury may be a single blow. It must be killed, and the sage stone extracted from the bones of dragon kings of the same level. Let’s not talk about it, we have never really killed a dragon king.” The vice principal looked at the red wine on the table and said, “but strictly In a sense, as long as the timing of shooting is good enough, the three generations of Philosopher's Stones also have a chance to kill enemies at the Dragon King level."

"What if the timing of the shot isn't good enough?"

"Just as a scratch. If a top sniper fires this shot, even if he can't kill the Dragon King, it can make him sleep for a while, right?"

"Is that so?" Ang Ran nodded, "Then what do you think about Lin Nian?"

".?" The vice principal looked away from the red wine and looked at Angers.

"What do you mean?" He paused, sat back slightly and leaned back on the sofa, "You chose this child yourself, you won't tell me that you are beginning to suspect that he is your Dragon King lurking among us Bar?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Anger shook his head, "I'm just curious what do you think of this?"

"What do I think? Didn't I say that it's unbelievable, unbelievable, appalling, and I'm fucking your mother, I can't accept it." The vice-principal said sadly, it seems that he still misses the resurrection of the 'S' class more A year of no alcohol thing.

"According to the rehabilitation training records in the intensive care unit, he is in excellent physical condition now." Anger said, "It seems that after going through a hellish gate, he has regained something. One word in Chinese to describe it should be : Break and then stand."

"How do you say it?" The vice-principal narrowed his eyes.

"Remember the warm-up equipment built for me by the equipment department in Walter Alheim?"

"Machine gun suicide room and the Flash treadmill?" the vice principal thought for a while, as if there was such a thing.

"I'll show you something." Anger took out the phone from his trousers pocket, pressed it a few times, put it on the coffee table and pushed it over.

When the vice-principal got closer, he found a video playing on his mobile phone. The video showed a huge swimming pool. No, it was more like a surf pool, just like the artificial wave pool in a water park. At the end of the pool, there was a Wave after wave of torrents continued to hit, and the power was probably dozens of times that of the wave-making machine.

And in the swimming pool in the video, there is a figure constantly swimming against the tide, like a sturgeon going up against the current. It was torn apart by his mechanical swinging arm.

"The physical fitness test facility established by the equipment department was prepared to be used in his last test, but it was abandoned halfway, and now it has been reopened."

"The kid in 'S' class?" the vice principal asked, staring at the blurred figure in the water in the video.

"Him after three days of rehab," Angers said.

"Three days?"

"For three days, he has only received the most basic muscle current therapy and acupuncture massage. In terms of diet, he has also restrained himself from choosing a designated package with normal calories and nutrition, so as not to be exhausted."

"Shouldn't rehabilitation training be learning to walk with an escalator in hand? I don't see what's wrong with this guy who is playing rapids." The vice-principal shook his head, "When I was young, I probably wasn't as strong as he is now, right? Anyway, all of us They are all 'S' ranks, why is he so fierce? Did he grow up eating sharks?"

"It's hard to say, after all, he grew up in a coastal city." Angers shrugged.

"...Don't talk nonsense." The vice-principal scratched his head, "however you look at it, it's abnormal, right? He should be lying in bed and fed three meals a day by his sister, instead of bouncing around to accompany the Playing with the lunatics from the equipment department! Now I am beginning to wonder if this guy has changed from the Dragon King, or should we arrest him now and slice him up for research?"

"Your commandments have no effect on him?" Angers asked.

"I don't know, 'The Discipline' has captured as many students as possible now, and the power shared out is a lot. If you capture one person alone, the effect will increase by a hundred times." The vice principal shrugged, "Why don't you bring him here? When the candle blows out, let him try alone?"

"This will be regarded as provocation and bad intentions, right? There is a high probability that he will kill you."

"So irritable? Forget it, I still want to live for a while, everyone is 'S' level, there is no need to make each other uncomfortable." The old cowboy immediately nestled on the sofa and opened another can of Coke for himself.

"Aren't you curious about what happened to him in the past four months? His current situation investigation team and school board are so curious. If it wasn't for my interference, they would have been eager to find him." Angers looked up at the vice principal.

"I heard that the results of the blood test are normal? There is no tendency to become Deadpool, and the mental state is relatively normal after the identification of Toyama Masashi, but there is a little anxiety and a crisis of trust. In this case, why should we worry about him? We can't simply treat him as a Did you break it and then build it?" said the vice-principal.

"The word break and build is often used in martial arts novels." Anger said, "But you know this is not a martial arts novel, and all problems have a reason."

"Then what do you think is the reason?"

"Didn't I come to you here?" Anger took out a quartz tube from his pocket, which was filled with a viscous liquid as black as petroleum, "I hope you, an old friend, can use your professional knowledge to analyze it for me. His situation."

Seeing the quartz tube, the vice-principal suddenly sat up straight, and his face gradually calmed down. Looking at the opaque mud, surprise and vigilance flashed across his eyes: "Don't tell me that the blood flowing in his blood vessels is now a bloody thing." It’s all like this. You replaced all the blood samples he reported? This kind of oil-like **** thing can’t be the so-called ‘normal blood test’, right?”

Anger was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at the quartz tube in his hand, immediately put it on the coffee table and rubbed it in his pocket again, "Oh, I took it wrong, sorry, this is oil"

The vice-principal's eyebrows were almost raised to the ceiling, and swear words came out of his mouth, but before he could swear, his attention was attracted by the quartz tube that Ange then took out from the other pocket, and all the words were stern. Swallowed it back vigorously.

Flowing in the quartz tube in Angers hands is a magnificent liquid like red crystal, with light white bubbles constantly rising upwards, as if every trace of luster carried by the flowing liquid is full of temptation, making people almost see it with their eyes. Can feel its mellow and delicious.

"This is his blood sample." Anger lifted the quartz tube, and the white light above his head passed through the test tube to cast bright red and colorful light and shadows on the coffee table.

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