player reload

Chapter 31 Baby
The faucet gurgled with water.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I noticed a sweet and greasy feeling on the tip of my tongue. When I opened my mouth, blood was oozing from the upper and lower rows of gums.

Side effects of gene inhibitors.
Li Sheng silently raised the glass of water and rinsed his mouth continuously, and did not stop until he vomited out all the blood.

After walking out of the bathroom, my uncle's family went out early to order formal clothes from the tailor introduced by others——

My cousin Xue Lingyu recently received an offer from an Ivy League university abroad. The family is particularly excited about this and is actively preparing for the interview in half a month.

The tablecloths, wallpapers and even the light bulbs in the living room were all changed, and various certificates and trophies were placed in the most conspicuous places.

This had nothing to do with Li Sheng. He rode to school and handed in his homework. His eyes paused on the vacant seat on the right - Shao Wangshu took a day of sick leave and did not show up.

What kind of family needs their children to have their blood drawn every once in a while?

Li Sheng heard an urban legend. It is said that there is an orphanage built in a castle somewhere abroad. It receives donations from outside all year round and provides a pretty good living environment and educational resources for hundreds of orphans.

However, in fact, these isolated orphans are all blood brothers and sisters - a super rich man asked someone to 'raise' them in an orphanage through in vitro fertilization and surrogacy technology.
Once a rich man or his legitimate children encounter an accident, all orphans are the most suitable source of organ transplants.

This urban legend has no beginning and no end, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or not.

Some netizens think it is false because in the transplantation of organs such as bone marrow, liver, and kidney, the probability of successful relative matching is not that high.

At the same time, organ trading is extremely rampant on the international black market. Raising so many orphans is largely a waste of money.

Other netizens believe that this urban legend has some validity - even if there is a black market for organs, it will take a long time from successful matching to purchase, transportation and transplantation.

In contrast, "picking up" from the orphanage is not as convenient, fast, clean and reliable.

Anyway, for the rich at the top of the pyramid, money is just a number. It is possible to use the small amount of money spent on raising hundreds of orphans in exchange for a few days or hours of faster organ transplantation.

Shao Wangshu. This should not be the case at home.
"Zhan Xinyu!"

The voice of the head teacher Yang Hui interrupted Li Sheng's thinking. She put her hands on her hips and said to Zhan Xinyu, who was sitting in the first row next to the aisle: "Can you put the books away? Don't keep them under the table. How many times have we visited people?”

"I've packed it up."

With an innocent look on his face, Zhan Xinyu bent down and moved the pile of books under the table, which consisted of a series of books such as "The Collapse of the United States", "The Collapse of the American Empire", "The Decline of the United States", and "Why the United States is Over" to another place. On one side, he muttered, "You can't trip anyone."

"Hey hey hey,"

Sitting on the other side of the aisle, Evans grinned happily when he saw his enemy Zhan Xinyu being scolded, and added insult to injury: "Take care of it when Teacher Yang tells you to do it, why do you talk so much?"

"Ivens, I didn't tell you, did I? You should clean up your desk as well."

Yang Hui glared at Evans, who also had a large pile of books on the table and under the table, such as "The End of History and the Last Man", "Collected Works of Zhang Jiadun", and "The Beginning of the Collapse of Chinese Society!" 》.

It can only be said that these two are rare talents.

"What are you looking at? Did I ask you to stop reading in the morning?"

Sensing that the recitation volume in the classroom had become quieter, Yang Hui raised her eyebrows and raised her voice a little higher. The other students quickly read the text louder to avoid getting into trouble.

"What's wrong with Teacher Yang?" Ye Jiaying, who was sitting to the left of Li Sheng, asked in a low voice, holding her textbook upright: "You got angry so early in the morning." "I don't know." Li Sheng shook his head.

Yang Hui's teaching level is excellent, and she is patient and serious with her students. The only problem is that she has a bad temper occasionally.

Her husband passed away unfortunately in his early years while saving a child who fell into the water. She has not remarried for so many years and has been living alone. It is understandable that her personality has changed.

The two of them didn't struggle with this issue for too long. Ye Jiaying said: "By the way, I listened to the singing clip sent to me by classmate Shao Wangshu yesterday. She sang really well. This way, we will have the lead singer of our band. .Now I have to think about which song to choose.”

"Why don't we wait until Shao Wangshu gets better? Let's apply for a free lecture theater and practice some first? I think"

Li Sheng's words stopped for a moment. He frowned and sniffed the air, wondering: "Did you smell anything?"

Ye Jiaying sniffed the air, shook her head and said, "I didn't smell it."

"Maybe I'm worrying too much."

Li Sheng shook his head hesitantly. He seemed to smell a vague rancid smell just now.

Could it be that the gene inhibitor is too powerful and has affected the sense of smell?

----

"Rancid?"

In the office on the third floor of World Nuclear Flat House, Chang Sun Yao raised her eyebrows slightly and crossed her arms in front of her.

"Yes, Miss Changsun, you must help me."

Sitting across from the desk is a man in his early thirties wearing a smart suit and a famous watch.

He sat in a reserved posture, with a complicated expression, and said in a bitter tone: "It has been almost a month, and my villa has been filled with a vague rancid smell. I hired three different housekeeping companies and cleaned it four times. The floor, ceiling, and central air-conditioning ducts were all replaced with new ones. But the smell never dissipated."

Changsun Yao nodded and asked, "Then have you gone to the Special Affairs Administration for help?"

"I've been there. They did a series of tests on me and said I was sane and not cursed. They also sent people to the villa to look around and no abnormal fluctuations were detected."

"Maybe it's a problem with the house itself? For example, the building materials are toxic, underground gas leaks, etc." Changsun Yao said casually: "Have you considered changing to a villa?"

Although official organizations in various countries, including the Special Affairs Bureau, believe that the existence of killing fields should be concealed from ordinary people as much as possible, there are exceptions to everything.

The man behind the desk is an outstanding young entrepreneur in Yin City with a net worth of one billion. The social level he belongs to naturally knows some things that ordinary people don't know - such as who to turn to for help when encountering strange things.

And with his net worth, it shouldn't be difficult to change his residence.

"I have moved out now and no longer live there. But that's not the problem."

The entrepreneur's expression became extremely complicated and his voice was trembling. "The problem is that there is a brand new crib in the bedroom of the villa! I am very sure that I have not bought it. I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to check and I have not bought it. Married, let alone adopted a child. So when and who put this crib in?!"

(End of this chapter)