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

Chapter 424 Cannibalization
"Are you sure you didn't confuse the cocktail with the blood sample again this time?"

In the vice-principal's office, the old cowboy lowered his hat and approached the test tube while observing, making a voice of amazement, "My dear, how can this be a blood sample? This is simply a work of art. Last time I went to the cocktail Is this the color of the raspberry juice cocktail that the restaurant ordered?"

Angers shook the test tube lightly, and the halo hit the vice-principal's face like a mottled red light with veins cut, "It is lighter than arterial blood, but it is more transparent and bright, just like"

"The liquid version of the Philosopher's Stone." The vice-principal snatched the test tube from Ange's hand and observed it close to his face. He even sniffed it close to the tip of his nose. If it wasn't for someone in front of him, he would even lick it. a lick.

"I remember you handed him the bloody document?" the vice-principal asked.

"It happened half a year ago. Before he went to Japan, he should have taken control of it."

"You should know what kind of blood sample is from a hybrid who is proficient in violent blood skills." The vice-principal said, "This is what flows in his blood vessels now?"

"Normal bleeding will be slightly redder than this, but it will show this state after standing in the air for more than half an hour." The principal said, "That's why I said that there is a reason for the changes in his body after waking up." Yes, I think the answer to why is in his mutated blood."

"The more unstable the bloodline, the more it will give people a sense of loss of control." The vice principal put down the test tube in his hand and looked at the pure black oil in the other tube on the table, "That's why I put that thing on the table before Think of it as his blood. The stuff flowing out of the bodies of those nearly runaway Deadpools is no different from oil, and it's even extremely corrosive."

"But it's something." The vice-principal held up the test tube in his hand to show Angers again, "I don't think this thing has anything to do with the word 'out of control' at all, but it has nothing to do with normality, if A red crystal cocktail mixed with raspberry juice flows in a person's veins. I don't think he is safe, but rather scary. I feel that as long as I light him on fire, he will completely become a powder keg! "

"Then just light a fire." Ange reached for the blood sample, picked up the oil test tube from the table, and gently knocked off the latter's cover with his thumb.

"What do you want to do? Put them into a container to react? Have you done this kind of experiment before, will it explode? I don't want to conduct dangerous chemical experiments in my office!" The vice principal leaned back on the sofa I almost rolled to the back of the sofa and took refuge.

"I'm sure." Anger stared at the test tube of the blood sample, and opened the lid with a slight lift of his thumb. The vice-principal, who was about to flip over to the sofa and take refuge, stopped. He twitched his nose and turned around in a daze.

Because at some point in the room, there was a scent of wine quietly, a very mellow wine scent, several times stronger than the so-called aged port wine, but not too sweet to make people sick, it was just right The combination of alcohol and aroma can easily arouse the cravings and nerves of all alcoholics.

".Are you sure you really didn't mistake the cocktail and the blood sample?" The vice-principal turned back quietly, approached the coffee table and stared at the blood sample in Angers' hand, "If you didn't make a mistake, then it must be Something wrong with my nose."

The mellow wine smell came from the test tube, and for a while the smell even overwhelmed the unfinished port wine in the glass. The precipitation and brewing in the 19th century are now reduced to a joke in front of a boy's blood. This is something that many master winemakers dare not even think about.

Angers stared at the old friend in front of him who was addicted to alcohol, reached out to the mouth of the test tube and waved lightly, the breeze hugged the vice principal's cheek with the smell, and he squinted his eyes instantly, like Like a drunkard, he took a deep breath and reached out to get the test tube in Angers' hand.

Anger took a step back slightly, and raised his hand to avoid the hand that was grabbed by the vice principal, "So what you smell is wine."

"Bullshit, you can't smell such a fragrant old Romanee-Conti? Have you been drinking red wine for nothing?" The vice-principal realized what he was doing, retracted his hand, coughed twice, grabbed the Coke and took a sip Cover up the gaffe just now.

"Except for the sweetness of the Porter on the table, I can hardly smell any other wine." Angers looked at the vice principal and said seriously, "You know, my sense of smell has always been very sensitive, and I can tell the difference by smell alone. There are dozens of wine brands on the table.”

"Damn it, you really want me to accept that I'm the only one who can smell this smell?" The vice-principal raised his eyebrows.

"No, I just want to state the fact that I didn't smell the second wine." Angers said lightly, "Although I like to taste famous wines, it doesn't mean that I'm addicted to alcohol. I prefer cigars so what I’m smelling filling this room right now is earth, wood, cocoa and a little bit of caramel, typical of Partagas cigars.”

"Wait. What do you mean?" The vice-principal instantly understood what Angers wanted to express, and sat up straight all of a sudden, looking at the test tube in Angers hands no longer with nostalgia and attachment, but full of humility Horror and horror.

"This kind of thing is tempting." Anger gently blocked the mouth of the quartz tube with his thumb to prevent the aroma from overflowing, "Whatever a person likes best. It will become that thing, and Do your best to show your enchantment, and tempt those who smell it to approach it and taste it."

"There are only three explanations for two people smelling differently on one serving of blood," Anger said. "The first explanation is that the two of us have different olfactory structures. There is a scientific explanation that the olfactory systems of men and women are different." The difference is that men are not sensitive to some specific smells, and the recognition of smells will be different, so some smells cannot be smelled, and some things smell like oranges to women, and men will smell Sprite.”

"Are you turning the corner and saying that I am a woman?"

"It's just an example, but we're both males and there's not much difference in our sense of smell, after all we both like the same things, good wine, cigars, and women," Angers said, "so the first explanation rules out. The second explanation is the problem of the substance itself, the smell itself is produced by the molecular movement, and its smell is due to the composition of the blood itself, which has an anesthetic effect that we cannot understand, just like people in Yunnan, China often misunderstand Toadstools hallucinate, the smell of blood hallucinates us too, you smell fine wine, I smell cigars."

"Do you want me to add the third explanation for you?" the vice-principal whispered, and Ange nodded slowly and stopped talking.

"The third explanation is that this thing is alive." The vice-principal stared at the magnificent and alluring blood, "It actively released some kind of spiritual power that can affect the biological nerve center to participate in the odor molecules, leading to the deepest part of our hearts. The thirst. I just reached out to grab it and drink it. I like a good wine, but I haven't liked it to the point where I can't control it."

"You have always been a person without much willpower." Anger said, "But among the people without willpower, you are the most stubborn and persistent group, but even you have made subconscious snatching movements. "

"Where are the first people who came into contact with that kid's blood now?" The vice-principal suddenly looked up at Angers, but the other party didn't speak, just stared at him and shook his head slightly.

".Well, no surprise, so what happened to them?"

"Look at the results of the experiment and you'll know." Angers gently raised his thumb, and the smell reappeared, but this time the vice principal sat still without any wavering in his eyes, and Angers who was holding the test tube did the same. In this way, tilting the other side of the test tube, a few drops of pitch-black oil were poured into the blood sample.

When the black oil was dripped into the ruby-like liquid blood, the phenomenon of ink dripping into the milk appeared as expected. The jet black color instantly spread on the surface of the blood sample. Due to the density problem, the oil floated on the surface of the blood without sinking. , but in less than a few seconds, those pitch-black colors were diluted and faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they disappeared completely. However, the magnificent blood was so weird that it didn't change color at all, and even the color depth didn't increase. a little bit.

"The water level has increased," said the vice-principal, "but the nature of the blood doesn't seem to have changed at all."

"Assimilation," Angers said.

"No, I think it's better to describe it as nibble." The vice-principal shook his head and reached for the test tubes. Angers didn't stop him this time and let him take both test tubes.

The vice-principal shook the test tube in his hand, shook the blood evenly, and poured a few drops into the oil. Three drops of blood sank to the point of sinking into the oil, and a large amount of oil piled on the thin layer of blood with a clear color .But after holding his breath and waiting for a few seconds, the previous situation really happened again. The oil in contact with the bright blood began to gradually change color and fade, but gradually penetrated into the red at the bottom to increase its volume, and then continued to radiate upward for half a minute. Later, two identical tubes of magnificent blood appeared in the hands of the vice principal.

"Fire," said the vice-principal.

Angers took out a match to light and handed it to him. The vice-principal took it and flicked his thumb. The burning match flew up and fell into the test tube precisely. The oil instantly ignited, and a mellow smell gradually filled the air. Different smell.

"Light oil?" the vice-principal asked looking at the inside of the test tube burning with blood-red flames.

"Yeah." Ang Ran nodded.

"This is a serious problem." The vice principal lowered his voice, "Does the investigation team know about this?"

"I don't know for now, Norma's information record has been temporarily replaced by me."

"It's best for them to never know about this." The vice-principal looked up at Angers, "You should know that this is a genetic problem, right? Even if people are hybrids, 'S'-level hybrids, their blood is There's no way it's going to happen, honestly it's bordering on horror movies, has anyone tried to drink the stuff?"

"One of the first batch of rash researchers who tested blood, although he could find abnormalities but could not smell the smell during the blood collection process, he was the first person who came into direct contact with blood and died a miserable death. When we discovered his More than half of the internal organs have disappeared, and they have all become the kind of thing you are holding in your hand now. The entire abdominal cavity is like a ball filled with water. People will explode directly."

"But this thing can't swallow inorganic matter." The vice-principal said, looking at the intact quartz body, "oil is organic matter, so it was assimilated, so it's no wonder you didn't use water to conduct experiments. Are you sure you were in China when you found that boy In the coastal city, not in some unknown ancient tomb?"

"I don't do the kind of crazy things. Do you think I will bring back a dragon king who has not yet awakened?"

"You will put a nuclear bomb in the tomb as soon as you find him, and light a cigar when you detonate it after walking out of the tomb." The vice principal picked up a can of Coke and blocked the top of the test tube with the bottom to extinguish the flame inside, "Before Do you still have his blood sample?"

"Yes, but it is very different from now. His blood samples were no different from yours and mine before."

"That's the problem that happened some time later, the Philosopher's Stone?" The vice-principal remembered the first question Angers asked when he came here, "Do you think the Philosopher's Stone caused this phenomenon? I remember that A bullet made of a Philosopher's Stone disintegrated after smashing his breastbone, shattered in his abdominal cavity and disappeared."

"The Philosopher's Stone is extracted from the corpses of the dragon clan. It is regarded as highly concentrated dragon blood crystallization, so it is logically easy to dissolve in blood." Anger said, "But there is no target in history that has been destroyed by the Philosopher's Stone. An example of how things get scarier when hit."

"The Philosopher's Stone can be regarded as a spiritual bullet with material as the carrier, and its outer shell will not cause the hybrids to appear in this state." The vice-principal immediately vetoed Anger's inference, "If you drink the blood of the dragon clan, you can Become stronger, then there should be only one family in the secret party now, the Beowulf family led by the dragon bloodthirsty, that group of people are lunatics who feed dragon blood crystals to newborn babies, but what do they get? Around the critical blood limit The unstable bloodline of swinging and the irreversible phenomenon of dragon transformation formed in the day after tomorrow? Dragon blood has never been a panacea, and you know this."

"That's a mental problem," Angers said.

"The Philosopher's Stone hit him, but it brought this change to him." The vice-principal squinted slightly at Anger, "Why did it give me a bullet that never really hit him, but pierced through it?" The feeling of something else? And that thing has been suppressing this little monster from the beginning to the end, after the Philosopher's Stone smashed it... or forced it to sleep, the little monster's true characteristics began to be revealed."

"It's like a bullet broke a seal," Angers concluded.

"Seal? Yes. Seal, this description is very appropriate."

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"...But it is never a good thing that needs to be sealed, my old friend." The vice-principal stared at Ange, and handed back one of the two tubes of reagents, "I hope you will prepare What you want to do is up to you.”

"I will." Anger looked at the bright blood transformed from oil in the vice principal's hand, "Do you want to keep one and drink it with Coke?"

"I have a few conjectures to try. After all, this thing is too valuable for research. Since Nicholas's manuscript was lost by me, there is nothing that can arouse my professional interest. Until this thing appeared." Vice-principal After plugging the test tube, he shook it and stared at the swirling liquid inside.

"No matter what happened, he is in a very delicate state now." Anger said softly, "Imagine that the heart pumps and the blood vessels flow. What kind of state should he be in?"

"I remember we discussed before that he was taught by you to rage blood, right?" The vice principal asked suddenly, "Then do you mean that the dragon's blood refined from rage blood is more poisonous, or his blood is more poisonous? If the blood in the test tube Things have the ability to eat and assimilate, can they maintain their power permanently after eating the dragon's blood refined by violent blood?"

"." Angers stopped his thinking after just thinking about it, just like when Einstein discovered the mass-energy equation. At that moment, the dawn that illuminated the whole world in the not-too-distant future bloomed in his mind .Light and heat, hope and destruction, prosperity and desolation.

"What the hell is he?" the vice-principal finally couldn't help asking.

"Storm blood was once called the road to becoming a god by the pure-blooded dragon clan." Anger did not answer the vice principal's question, and said to himself, looking up at it, "but this road is in the middle of no matter whether it is mixed blood or not." Both race and dragon race seem to be taboo, a road that cannot be followed, like the tower of Babylon, because the blood of the mixed race has a human part after all, just like a piece of bread crumbs, you can tear it up broken, but you can't crush it to nothing."

After hearing this, the vice-principal looked down at the test tube in his hand, probably guessing what Angers was going to say next.

"But what if you can assimilate it genetically?" Angers whispered, "Replace the bread crumbs on the dinner plate with bloody fresh meat?"

"Why do you make it look like that kid is going to eat the Dragon King raw in the future." The vice-principal smiled, but the smile was a little awkward and astringent. After the end, he went quiet again, and said abruptly,

"Will it be delicious?"

Angers didn't answer him, but just stared at the ups and downs of white bubbles in the rose-red blood in the test tube, unsteadily swimming upstream, and bursting apart the moment it touched the air, like a gorgeous microblossom exploding. flower.

　ps: Should it be gone?

　　
　
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