Trafford’s Trading Club

"Ah... I really want to die."

Ren Ziling slumped on the chair in her office like a zombie, her eyes were lifeless as if all the men in the city had visited her, and her face was haggard.

Then the people in the deputy editor's office opened it like this, carrying a bag of Chinese big bags and gnawing pears and walked in directly. They were surprised: "Sister Ren, you can still go to work?! I thought you would take half a day." Pretend to sleep with your head covered."

"I really want to die..." Ren Ziling rubbed her stomach, "Lizi, give me a glass of water."

"Give."

After Ren Ziling took a sip of water, she rubbed the bridge of her nose again, and then asked: "By the way, what happened last night? Did you send me home?"

"Don't you know?" Lizi said in shock, "Didn't Luo Qiu even tell you?"

"How do I know?" Ren Ziling said with a bitter face: "When I woke up early, I was the only one at home... By the way, how did I get back? By the way, the room! Did they do it? ?"

"..." Lizi sat down dumbfounded and said quite seriously: "Sister Ren, if I say it's not done, will you be disappointed?"

"So...what exactly have I experienced?" Ren Ziling asked hesitantly.

Lizi laughed, then laughed again, then smiled mysteriously, and finally said with seriousness: "Some things are better left in pieces. After all, it is better not to know what you have experienced than to know what you have experienced... Sister Ren, I believe it." If I knew the truth, you would definitely choose the fragment."

"What, mysterious?" Ren Ziling frowned: "Is it possible that I will go crazy with alcohol and run naked on the street?"

Hehe, hehe, hehe... this is the response Riko gave.

"Are you going to say it or not? Are you feeling itchy?" Deputy Editor Ren turned on the violent mode and suddenly jumped up from his chair, intending to pinch Li Zi's face.

"Stop! Don't run! I promise I won't strangle you to death!"

It was only morning, and the magazine office was already filled with the aura of the rising sun.

But this chase didn't last long, and the magazine's boss stopped him, "You think this is your home? How unbecoming!!"

The boss probably realized that his restaurant package was gone, and his face was not good-looking, and he immediately locked in on who the culprit was.

But even if they were locked, there was nothing he could do. As long as the woman in front of him didn't say anything to the tigress in his house, he could already burn incense.

"Ahem, these two are passes from the TV station." The boss gave two passes to Ren Ziling and Li Zi, "Tonight's first show of "Singer", you two go and take some good photos for me. It's best to find Come back with something to write about."

Ren Ziling glanced at the pass, shook her head and said, "I'm not interested in this kind of entertainment industry thing, and it's not like you don't know. I still prefer to follow up on the headless dismemberment case a few days ago. "

"Ren Ziling!! Return my ticket package!!"

"Lizi, pack your things, let's set off, coordinate... the TV station!"

The boss watched Ren Ziling leave in a hurry like a pear, and suddenly showed a smile, "Small, I know your moral integrity is negative!"

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Ma Houde was called by Lao Qin to one of the rooms in the forensic department.

"I said Lao Qin, if you want the autopsy to have results, just tell me. But why did you bring me here?" Ma privateer looked at Lao Qin with some confusion, he was tinkering at the moment. computer.

I saw Lao Qin debugging the software on the computer and saying, "I simulated an experiment on the computer, so the explanation will be clearer... Look."

Lao Qin pointed to the computer screen and said: "Based on the wounds on the neck of the corpse, we simulated the fracture of the deceased's head."

"Have you guessed what the murder weapon was?" Mahou De suddenly became energetic.

Lao Qin didn't say anything, he just clicked on the computer simulation image and carefully deduced it from the cross-section of the deceased's neck.

"These wounds were made in one go without any pauses. In addition, based on the shape of the wounds, I made a similar model."

"This...is this like a saw-toothed beast trap?" Ma Houde was stunned. The computer synthesized it was a huge beast trap. "Is this the murder weapon?"

Lao Qin said calmly: "If you want to bite the person's neck directly up and down in one go, the bite force required cannot be provided by even a beast trap... But the strange thing is that according to the shape of the wound, it is indeed a trap. Something as huge as a beast weapon.”

Mahoude said in shock: "It's not a beast trap? But what can have such a huge bite force? It can't be the mouth of a Tyrannosaurus rex, right?"

Lao Qin looked at Ma Houde as if he was mentally retarded, "Do you think the appearance of something like the Tyrannosaurus rex has not caused panic?"

"Let me tell you..." Mahoude shrugged: "But at least until the head of the deceased is found, this can be regarded as a clue. Then, is there anything else?"

At this time, Lao Qin said seriously: "Do you still remember those weird slimes found at the murder scene?"

Mahoude nodded.

Lao Qin said: "That is not a liquid, but a kind of cell... a cell of a living thing that I have never seen before."

Ma Houde didn't understand, so he pretended to understand: "You mean, bacteria and the like?"

Lao Qin's eyes were expressionless: "Cells."

"Teacher Qin, I surrender! I don't understand! Just say it!" Ma Houde thought it would be better not to continue pretending.

At this moment, Lao Qin began to extract some strange mucus and put it under the microscope. At the same time, he dropped a drop of red liquid towards the mucus. "The red part is a kind of germ, and the light white part is the mucus." , take a look."

Mahoude squinted his eyes and stared at it carefully. After a while, he said in surprise: "Oh, it's eaten... these mucus cells and germ cells have been eaten."

"It's phagocytosis." Lao Qin said sternly at this moment: "In addition, in addition to this kind of bacteria, I tried almost all the bacteria I could find on hand, and the results were the same. No matter what they were, these Mucus cells can engulf it.”

"Holy crap, these mucus cells are so hanging...could it be that it's actually a virus?"

Lao Qin shook his head and said: "It's not a virus, it's just cells. It's not contagious or harmful in any way. What's even more amazing is that this kind of cells even has a powerful healing ability... Lao Ma, you know Did I remember something?"

"Remember what?"

Lao Qin squinted his eyes and said: "Macrophages... But obviously, these are not ordinary macrophages that can be cultivated in the outside world. Because every time they engulf a kind of bacteria, they will develop some characteristics of engulfing the bacteria... After swallowing so many germs, its internal structure not only did not break, but became stronger, and everything was arranged very neatly. It was like..."

"Like what?"

Lao Qin took a deep breath and said: "In addition to swallowing, it can also digest and absorb all the germs for its own use, and then... it is evolving!"

"This... holy shit, why do I feel like you're talking about aliens?" Mahou De suddenly felt a little confused.

Isn't it?

In a place like this where instruments are everywhere, the person facing him is a serious guy like Lao Qin, who writes as a forensic doctor and reads as a weirdo.

"It's not an alien." Old Qin shook his head, "I just remembered someone."

As he spoke, Lao Qin took out a book from the bookshelf next to him, opened it and said, "I remembered this man... Thirty years ago, he proposed a hypothesis in the medical community. Can it be studied? A kind of macrophage that can evolve independently is used to treat difficult-to-treat cancers. I found that this magical cell has many similarities with the macrophage he proposed...or in other words, this kind of macrophage The miraculous cells are even more perfect than the macrophages in his concept."

"Do you suspect that this kind of cells is related to this foreign doctor?" Mahoude frowned, "But, you just said that this was a hypothesis that was put forward how many years ago?"

"Thirty years ago."

Ma Houde clicked his tongue and said, "Then isn't this guy already ninety-seven or eighteen years old?"

Lao Qin just shook his head... Obviously, he had been confused for more than a day or two, "In fact, he passed away not long after writing this book."

Mahou De looked at the name of the author of this book and read it softly.

Karl Faust.

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ps: As for what happened in the fragment... it may appear in the form of extras or x.5 volumes in the future...

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