Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 892 Judgment

The thing twisted violently, and the upside-down body was as flexible as a giant python, and it would break free from Luo Binhan's control at any moment.Its arms first waved to grab Robinhan's feet, and then pulled the branches as it passed through the hedge, causing a large bush to be uprooted.The sound of the root breaking was deafening to Luo Binhan's ears.

He put his head down and kicked away the fallen tree that was in the way, not daring to think whether the people in the house could hear him.There was a thick streak of blood on the grass, straight down where they stood, and disappeared under the thing's head.In the shadows cast by the lights, it looked more like a long beach of black, dirty water.

Robin Han paused, suddenly realizing what the scene in front of him would look like to an outsider.The postman or neighbor would run away screaming and accuse him in court of being a purely insane necromancer.That puts him in the shoes of a real suspect, just short of a few suitable witnesses.Was the whole thing such a straightforward trap?This grotesque appeared only to frame him at the level of human law?
He looked up wonderingly, but he didn't find anyone hiding in the dark waiting to witness the crime scene, and the residents in the vicinity were not keen on enjoying the noisy and colorful nightlife.Moreover, he vaguely felt that it would be too much of a fuss to send out such a shocking monster just to frame him.Even if it was a conspiracy, it was a very neurotic conspiracy, and it would be more practical to send him a bomb post.

When he considered the conspiracy and the possibility of being behind the scenes, the things he was dragging stopped showing their teeth and claws.It closed its mouth with hidden sharp teeth, and stared at Luo Binhan over its upside-down feet.The skull that had been deformed by Luo Binhan's beating slowly recovered.Its demeanor could be described as calm, and if it was hiding in a dark enough place, a guy with bad eyes might take it for an ordinary old man who was too old and suffered too much.

Its safety made Luo Binhan secretly relieved.He also thought of the many unreasonable aspects of his conspiracy theory just now, the most obvious of which is: this thing is actually very quiet.If it had screamed at the top of its lungs, at least four or five houses would have known something was wrong.He didn't want that, and neither did the thing he seemed to be dragging.For some reason, they both wished to operate in secrecy.

He stopped where he was, took two deep breaths, and tried to calm himself down.Then he asked it, "What do you want to do here?"

The thing was still staring at him.Its facial muscles were as stiff as a mummy's, and there were no eyebrows or eyelashes. It was not easy to interpret the eyes of such a monster, but Luo Binhan thought he saw the creepy malice right.It is calculating something.He suddenly changed his mind and decided to ask Chen Wei's apprentice for help.

"I'm here on an invitation," the thing said now, blinking his eyes as if he could see that he was hardening.

"Forget it." Luo Binhan continued to drag it out, "I've changed my mind. If you have anything to say, you can go to the police."

The thing struggled again.Its arms can be like two giant pythons that are independent of the mind and like to scurry wildly, almost turning the whole body upside down.But its head stayed there very firmly, and said, "You need to listen. Listen to your own signs..."

"Shut up." Luo Binhan said irritably, he raised his foot to kick it in the back of the head, but almost caused him to fall down.Something cold grazed his ankle, the chill gouging right through the sock into the bone, and the pain made him stagger a step.Warm liquid soaked his socks from the sore.

He stood firmly on his feet, looked down at his feet, and saw dark stains on the hem of his trousers.Maybe the thing's flailing fingers caught his foot, he mused, but he also noticed that the ten skinny fingers still scratching didn't look sharp.One of his feet began to bleed, and there was no need to try the other.

Go to a professional to sort this out.He thought, and continued to drag the thing back.When he was forced to endure the pain in his leg to avoid the thing's arm swing, he began to sincerely hope that Anti-Pierre would provide him with some solutions in line with Chen Wei's temperament, such as digging out from under the luxurious and gorgeous carpet. Take out a mahogany sword and poke it all the way from the top of the thing to the bottom.

By the time he staggered to the main entrance of the front yard, the severe pain had almost made it impossible for him to lift his right foot.He bent his injured leg and kicked open the half-covered iron gate, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of blood spattering onto the cobblestone road.It was kind of scary, and he wondered if Malcolm had a trick to get the blood off the stone and cement.He hoped that this matter would not be too troublesome, because the blood on the Baishizi road could really ruin this beautiful scenery.As for how to deal with consequences worse than stains on the flagstones, he was now relying on the favorite protégé of the cosmic hero.

He finally managed to drag the thing onto the road.The whole process probably took less than half a minute, so no witnesses passed by.Not only was no one stopping him, even the things he dragged were settled down.It let him tug, with a contemplative look on its face, as if it were considering what all this was all about.Luo Binhan didn't like its appearance very much, because he didn't want to be involved in a thinking contest that tested his analytical ability, and he didn't want his opponent to know more than himself.It would be better for them to go to Anti-Pierre without knowing each other.

"You know it!" the thing whispered. "You know it too, don't you?"

"I know shit." Luo Binhan said annoyed.He suddenly felt angry again, just like the morning Momolo had just left.For some reason, he began to believe that the appearance of this monster had something to do with Jing Juan, and now he really didn't want to be involved in this mess again.You know he has a lot of shit to wipe himself!Still in a place like Regenberg!This is the result of him taking Jing Huang to Lihai City back then, and now these inexplicable things have even invaded Regenberg, and he is still on good terms with his brothers!
Is that really the case?He might have made a mistake, maybe it wasn't Jing Juan's fault—this idea also flashed through his mind.But compared with the worsening foot injury and the anger in his heart, this justification is simply not enough.

He brought the thing to Anti-Pierre's door with increasing pain and anger.First, he rang the doorbell twice, and finally kicked the door with one foot.But no one answered the door.He looked up at the window and found that the curtains were drawn and it was dark inside.Anti-Pierre either slept too soundly or was not at home at all.

But where else could she go at this point?Wouldn't it be going to the bar for a drink or two?When he was hesitating whether to take the risk of shouting twice, a rush of footsteps caught up behind him.For some reason, he recognized Yu Xiaorong's footsteps before turning his head.

Maybe it was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, but he was right after all.Yu Xiaorong was running across the road in his pajamas, following the bloodstains along the way, running towards him with a clear goal.She was wearing only a pair of sneakers and no socks, and a leaf was stuck to her loose hair.Luo Binhan suspected that she climbed down from the second floor along the balcony and pipes.The front porch of Pierre's house was empty and unobstructed, not even a cat could hide.He had no choice but to stand there and wait for her, all kinds of arguments spinning in his head.

"Don't come here." Yu Xiaorong warned when he stepped through the courtyard gate of Pierre's house, "This thing might bite."

Yu Xiaorong stopped a few steps away.She put her hands in the large pajamas, frowned, and tilted her head to study the thing hanging upside down.There was something absurd in that manner, like a kangaroo stopping to watch after passing a human crime scene.This is not the proper attitude in the face of dangerous situations.Luo Binhan almost couldn't hold back from talking about her, but at the same time he couldn't help but admire her because she had no fear of the bloodstains along the way and the monster's face.

She was definitely not petrified, or didn't understand the situation, so Luo Binhan couldn't help but admire her composure, but on the other hand, he felt that it seemed a little too early for a high school student.Today's high school students are too precocious - if he said this idea, Yu Xiaorong would definitely throw a tantrum again, thinking that he was underestimating her.She would tell him bluntly that the idea of ​​"hoping for youthful innocence and romance" may sound appealing at first, but it's the opposite, it's stupid, trite, and just grown-ups making it up. passionate.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes still on the ground.

Luo Binhan felt a little embarrassed, and took the time to kick the door backwards: "I'm looking for help."

"What happened to the policeman? Why did you treat him like this?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Luo Binhan said, "Look at what it looks like!"

He didn't feel the need for further explanation.Since the thing in the police skin has such a dignified appearance, anyone can understand why he wants to go to war.He originally thought that Yu Xiaorong's composure also came from this, but after hearing this, she just glanced at him, then tilted her head to look at the ground.

"I don't understand you," she said. "You don't think he looks like Gerd Schilling? You broke his forehead. I can't see his features."

Luo Binhan thinks that it is an understatement to attribute the problem of this thing to the blurred facial features.Anti-Pierre's front yard was rough and gloomy, and lacked sufficient lighting, but it was not so dark that it was difficult to distinguish people from ghosts.He looked down at the inhuman face on the ground again, a bizarre possibility burst into his head first, and then another diametrically opposite but worse possibility also came.He felt that the blood all over his body was pouring into his skull, making a loud bang.

"Wait a minute," he said, "he doesn't seem to you to be—"

"Don't move!" Yu Xiaorong said sharply in English.Her hand suddenly stretched out from her pocket, and a silvery metallic light shone from her fingertips.Luo Binhan stared dumbfounded at her lowering her arm, firmly holding a palm-sized silver pistol, aiming the muzzle at the unidentified head on the ground.

"Slow!" he yelled reflexively, "safety catch!"

"This is a revolver." Yu Xiaorong said impatiently, "Don't stare at me. Stare at him! Something is moving under him!"

Robin Han looked down.The thing was staring at the muzzle of the gun, arms outstretched, as peaceful as a Buddhist about to be martyred.There seemed to be no problem, and he raised his head to stare at Yu Xiaorong's muzzle again. "Where did you find this thing?"

"In Mom's bedroom. I wanted to dig it out the day you came."

"...the day I came?"

"Be prepared." Yu Xiaorong said with a straight face.

That's an intriguing answer.Luo Binhan wanted to ask her what kind of "trouble" she was guarding against, but his intuition told him that it was best not to go too deep into it.Everyone knows the iron law of family relationships: Respect each other's privacy, otherwise getting to know each other too deeply will inevitably damage intimacy.

"Okay, okay, no problem." He said cautiously, neither daring to put his two legs down, nor facing the glaring muzzle of his old sister.The gun was not aimed at him, but he had heard of many more unexpected shootings and murders, all of which were family members.

"I just remember that my mother had a Glock 42." He asked with a particularly pleasant face. "Where did such a good-looking and easy-to-use revolver come from?"

"I didn't find the Glock magazine on the second floor." Yu Xiaorong replied, with a hint of unwillingness in her tone, resentful that her mother complied with the gun management regulations in the area.And Luo Binhan was almost about to show a happy smile for the rest of his life, and quickly controlled the muscles on his face.

"Calm down," he suggested. "Let's all keep calm, shall we? Nobody move their hands... or their mouths."

"You didn't seem to be very calm just now." Yu Xiaorong said sarcastically, staring at the ground with perfect eyes. "What do you say, Officer Xilin? The blood in this place? The uprooted bushes? Why did you and my brother—" She gestured behind her with her free left hand, "We fought together in the yard of my house group?"

The thing on the ground folded its arms and wiped the blood from its forehead.Although it doesn't make it any more human in Robin Han's eyes, it sounds more like a wound: "He attacked me."

"It's pure rumors." Luo Binhan said, with various thoughts swirling in his head.He pricked up his ears, but he didn't hear any movement in the house behind him.At this moment he finally had to accept the fact that Anti-Pierre might not be at home at all.Even if her body is still there, Hun'er may not be able to help.

Yu Xiaorong asked, "Who made the first move?"

"He!" Luo Binhan and the things on the ground said in unison.Luo Binhan saw Yu Xiaorong's eyebrows raised, and thought he had to do something before she turned her gun.

"Don't you still believe me, Fluffy?" He defended himself affectionately and sincerely, "I do everything for this family!"

"Then it's you who made the first move." Yu Xiaorong said without doubt.Before Luo Binhan could protest, she then shook the muzzle of the gun, "What's wrong with your feet?"

"It did it." Luo Binhan complained, "It's a crazy pervert!"

"I didn't see Officer Schilling armed. Have you taken his knife?"

Luo Binhan couldn't answer this question.In fact he himself could not explain what hurt his foot.He had a vague idea that his foot might have been caught on me, but he didn't remember ever being scratched by a fingernail, as if his foot had just decided to open a hole and bleed Everywhere.Now the wound doesn't seem to be that serious anymore, maybe Yu Xiaorong's muzzle diverted his attention, but it's not as painful as before.He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth first.

"I don't know, Fluffy," he said. "There's something wrong with this thing... this man. We have to handle it very carefully."

"He's alive, we're not 'processing' him."

"Is it really?" Robin Han asked himself.He saw Yu Xiaorong's eyebrows raised even higher.But this time, she didn't ask him if he was crazy, and she never took her eyes off the gunpoint for a moment.Facing such a policeman whose head was covered in blood by her own brother, her attitude was really extraordinary.

"Okay," Yu Xiaorong said in Chinese after a while, "you put him down first, and then come to my side. Let's see your injuries first, and then decide whether to call Mommy and Mal. Before I come out Tell Hannah to leave them all in the living room."

Luo Binhan stood still.He stammered, "I think it's better the way it is now—safer, I mean."

"Then how long are you going to carry him upside down? Until he has a cerebral congestive attack or your arm cramps? And you have been blocking Miss Pierre's door! Others will treat you as if you escaped from a mental hospital!"

"Very insightful point of view," something on the ground commented.

"Thank you, Officer Xilin." Yu Xiaorong said, "I'm trying to convince my brother to let you go, and you have to promise to cooperate, okay? I don't want anyone to get hurt until we figure out the ins and outs of the whole thing. And ..."

She stared at it, then added after a few seconds: "Doppler never mentioned that you could understand Chinese. You know, it's a difficult language to learn."

"It seems to me that German is just as difficult to learn," replied the thing on the ground, "to be critical, to gnaw, so rigid and rigid, so lacking in universality—you're stuck in this country place for a reason, little girl."

Yu Xiaorong's face changed slightly.At first Luo Binhan thought she was angry, but then he was surprised to find that it was actually more like panic.His lawless older sister took a step back while keeping both hands on the gun.

"Come here!" she urged.

"You're calling me?" Luo Binhan asked uncertainly.

"Do you think I'm talking to a ghost!" Yu Xiaorong shouted, raising her voice quite deliberately, "Come here quickly, don't stand too close to him! Damn, he's not right!"

Luo Binhan was very happy to finally reach a consensus on this point of view.He also didn't want to stand opposite the black hole, but when he saw the zombie-like face on the ground, his worry about the unknown made him not want to let go.Who knows what will happen if you let go of this thing?It might jump up and run away, and it might survive a few bullets.It's entirely possible that it can handle an old-fashioned revolver.He had to be careful in this matter, because it was no longer a place for secrecy, but a place for safety.

"No." He finally made up his mind. "You go back and call your mother, let her and Mal come over with a gun. We let her decide whether to call the police or call the neighbors - she knows how to deal with it to minimize our troubles .”

Yu Xiaorong opened his mouth to say something.Luo Binhan could see that some important words were pressing on her tongue, but some concerns made her unwilling to utter them.He couldn't guess what it was for a moment, but at that moment the thing on the ground asked, "Have you ever been loved by others, little girl?"

Luo Binhan didn't like that tone very much.He bumped it with his knee: "Be careful, I will sue you for molesting minors."

"Don't quarrel." Yu Xiaorong said, "I won't answer any of your questions, Officer Xilin. Let's settle this matter peacefully: my brother will let you down, and then we'll call your lord and other policemen to come over here and take the Get things straightened out. If it's my brother's fault, we can pay you for the damages. We can pay you the price you're asking, or you can sue. But let's call it a night, okay?"

Luo Binhan looked at her strangely, wanting to ask her when she changed her temper and was able to be so polite to the thing in front of her.

"Smart suggestion," said the Thing on the Floor.

"I believe there are some misunderstandings between us." Yu Xiaorong said extremely bluntly, "...all these conflicts are caused by misunderstandings, Officer Xilin."

"Officer Schilling would probably agree with you," the thing replied, "but the problem is...you already know I'm not who you said I was, little girl."

It writhed on the ground, as if it was just moving against the back of the hard ground.Luo Binhan heard a slight mechanical sound when the trigger was pulled.He had been waiting anxiously for this kind of movement, and immediately turned his head away, preparing to endure the close-range explosion and tinnitus, and maybe there would be a splash of blood on him.But there was no gunshot, only a scream of pain.

That voice was anything but manly.Luo Binhan looked over in surprise, and found that Yu Xiaorong was clutching his wrist, with blood gushing out from between his fingers, like red earthworms crawling in vertical strips.The gun exploded - he reflexively thought that the power would blow up Yu Xiaorong's entire hand, that's why she clutched her wrist like that.The thought immediately blanked his mind, as if he had just been hit by a bomb.

He let go of his hands and ran straight over: "Fluffy?"

Yu Xiaorong was shivering and retreating.When Luo Binhan caught up with her, he kicked something. He vaguely realized that it was a part of a gun, but he didn't have time to look carefully.He grabbed Yu Xiaorong's arm and saw a few bloody but intact fingers—all of them were growing where they should be.He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then found that the blood had flowed all over her palm.

"Where is the wound?" He asked anxiously, not daring to touch the bloody hand rashly.

Yu Xiaorong gasped.Her eyes were wide open, like a cat staring at something at night. "His shadow." She mumbled, gasping for pain, "We have to get out of here quickly..."

Robin Han barely heard her.He grabbed her forearm near the elbow, turned it over carefully, and finally found the source of the bleeding on the back of the hand.The wound ran across the back of the hand and penetrated deep into the flesh.If it wasn't for the gushing blood that filled the gap, he would have been able to see the bones of her hand from this laceration.

"We have to go to the doctor." He checked the wound and muttered, "There will be no damage, but the bleeding must be stopped first. Come on, raise your arm first..."

"Leave my hands alone!" Yu Xiaorong said, "We have to escape!" She turned her eyes and found that Luo Binhan was not listening at all. "Don't you understand? A shadowy thing stabbed me just now! That must be the answer that Doppler couldn't think of. He's not a cop at all—he's the murderer!"

"Really?" Luo Binhan answered absently.It's not that he doesn't know that Yu Xiaorong is talking about some important topics, but it's really hard for him to concentrate on them.Yu Xiaorong pinched his arm fiercely with the other hand, and then turned his face to the opposite side.

Luo Binhan saw that thing standing quietly under the porch, it still had the face of a corpse.Out of the corner of his eye, he also caught a glimpse of the revolver on the ground. Its appearance was bright and complete, and it would definitely not be bombed.He did hear the trigger sound just now, but it wasn't actually firing—it was the sound of Yu Xiaorong pressing the double-action trigger halfway just in time.Then what?Then the pistol fell to the ground.Although he saw no process, everything seemed to be clear.He finally came back to his senses, pushed Yu Xiaorong behind him, and then thought silently.

"Which one do you know?" He asked quite firmly, "Great Master? Assabam? Who sent you here?"

"Who are those people?" said the thing. "Ah...I see. They must be the ones who gave you the revelation."

"You better be farting." Luo Binhan said, pushing Yu Xiaorong back a little with his right hand.But Yu Xiaorong stuck her chin over his shoulder and burrowed forward unrelentingly.

"What's your purpose?" she interjected, a hissing gasp in her voice.

The thing opened its arms in front of Anti-Pierre's door, and the door light hanging above it went out, and seemed to shoot deeper darkness from the bulb.Brighter than the lights are those glowing ghost eyes: "I've come to do the job in the place of a friend...I've come to witness what he says, to understand what hurt him. I promise to measure him fairly loss, and then execute the judgment."

"You still have friends?" Luo Binhan said.

Yu Xiaorong pushed his arm away vigorously: "Who did you come for?"

"Ask whose kindness you have failed?" The other party asked grimly, "Whose invitation did you reject? The answer lies in your own hearts!"

The sharp light in its pupils flickered with the ups and downs of its tone, finally making Luo Binhan think of another answer.Except for the dwarf star guest, that was the last plausible possibility that such a dangerous monster would come to him.That's right, there will never be another answer.

He took a deep breath: "Zhou Wenxing."

At the same moment, he also heard Yu Xiaorong's voice next to his ear, as calm and confident as him: "Klein."

Luo Binhan turned his head abruptly, and Yu Xiaorong was also turning his head.Their foreheads were almost touching, and their four eyes were all wide open, and they could see themselves through each other's pupils.Then they shouted in unison again, so excited that they sprayed saliva on each other's faces: "Who are you talking about!"

"Correct," said the thing.

(End of this chapter)