MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 225
After being injected with the dissociating agent, Bai Chunian returned to normal. Except for a little sluggishness, he did not have any special symptoms. The professors from the Medical Association drove over with a car of examination equipment. Dr. Zhong entered the bedroom. He touched Xiaobai's forehead and comforted him a few words.
The highly respected professors gathered in the living room on the first floor. Han Xingqian served them black tea and the printed blood test report, lowered the projection screen, and played the video he recorded with the projector.
"After his lionization, he did not show a tendency to hurt people, but he became violent after he recovered his human form. I am sure that the lionization can help him consume excess energy."
Bai Chunian was lying sickly on the railing on the second floor, watching Dr. Han project the video of his giant lion and lion cubs on the big screen, making himself parkour in the room, looking up and down He was publicly executed by lying on the ground with his belly exposed and one hind leg erected to lick his hair.
"Brother Han..."
Han Xingqian followed the voice and looked up to the second floor. Bai Chunian sat cross-legged on the floor, with both hands on the railing, his face squeezed into the gap between the two railings, and he looked at him with a black face.
"Oh, sorry, wait a moment, everyone." Dr. Han quickly made a small mosaic on the key parts of the white lion in the video.
Bai Chunian's face turned even darker.
The focus of the discussions of the doctors is still on synephrine. In the case of a high fit between the glands of Lanbo and Bai Chunian, the ability of synephrine to reset the division of Lanbo's cells is shared with Bai Chu. Years, just like the research institute uses the only remaining part of the Rimbaud gene in the pearl to share with the immortal souls, so as to curb the ability of the cell to grow, the capacity of Rimbaud's body is only higher than that of the pearl.
A doctor proposed to imitate synephrine, but the premise is that a sample is still needed to proceed. The elite researchers employed by the institute are all the world's top industry leaders. They brainstormed synesthein that took years of research and development. In the case of no sample , it is impossible for the IOA Medical Society to imitate it in a few days.
Lan Bo stood beside Bai Chunian, his elbows resting on the wooden railings, and a thin chain of Dead Sea Heart Rock was drawn from the front end of the collar on Bai Chunian's neck, and he held it in his hand to control it at any time to avoid any accident.
After some intense discussion, the doctors said that they still had to go upstairs to give Bai Chunian a comprehensive examination. Han Xingqian made a gesture to stop the seniors: "Professor Zhong can go upstairs with me to do the inspection. Seniors can tell me the main points of concern, and I will record them."
Dr. Zhong also nodded: "That child is thin-skinned."
They took Bai Chunian back to the bedroom and closed the door. The other professors were still looking at the documents in the living room, and Lan Bo was standing outside the bedroom door.
The bedroom door is not very soundproof. Lan Bo heard Dr. Han say, "Take off all your clothes, lie on the bed, and don't move." Xiaobai also cooperated very well, hesitating for a while and then doing it.
But this is actually very familiar. When they were cultivating the base, they often heard researchers say to themselves that Rimbaud never wore clothes in the sea, and his IQ during the cultivation period was not enough to make him feel ashamed, but Xiaobai was different. , being shown his body and being watched by a crowd would make him cramped, so he would be irritable, biting the researcher around him from time to time, and then being locked in a tight, light-tight confinement room to suppress his rioting resistance. The light, the narrow space is not enough to turn around, you can only squat, the legs will be numb due to the lack of blood circulation, but even if the experimental subjects are torn and shouted inside, the researcher will not pay attention to them, and they will be released after ten hours. , Usually the experimental subjects who have been detained will become very honest, but Bai Chunian never tamed it.
Every time he was brought back from the confinement room, although he was not injured, he would always be low for a while, lying on the bed languidly. Once he said that a researcher threw a mouse in his confinement room, and Rimbaud ate it. The box of experimental mice vented their anger for Xiaobai, but he also vaguely knew that it wasn't all the darkness or the mice that made Xiaobai feel scared.
After the examination, Bai Chunian stretched his waist to send the two doctors out, and said lightly, "I'm fine, try not to go crazy, but I can't, and my wife is in charge of me, don't worry, and rest, Uncle Zhong. The bags under the eyes are all drooping, and I have to worry about it."
Dr. Zhong patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, we're leaving. If you have nothing to do, run more, exercise, and use up your excess physical strength, so that you won't lose control easily."
"Okay." Bai Chunian grabbed Han Xingqian again, "Brother Han, buy me some self-heating hot pot, I'll eat it while watching TV at night."
"There are so many things. I brought you something to eat. You can find it in the refrigerator. It's enough for a week." Han Xingqian scolded him, but had no choice but to call someone to buy a small hot pot.
The doctors took the latest examination report and got up and left after confirming that there was no problem. Bai Chunian stood by the door and watched the medical association's car start to drive away, and slowly closed the door.
As soon as he turned around, Rimbaud was standing behind him, almost colliding with the tip of his nose.
Rimbaud pretended to be unintentional and asked him, "Are you alright?"
"What can I do?" Bai Chunian took his hand and dragged him to the refrigerator. He took out two bottles of room temperature beer from the box next to the refrigerator for Lan Bo to hold, and pulled out another box that Brother Han had just put in. The sauce-flavored duck tongue dragged Rimbaud all the way to the balcony of the bedroom on the second floor.
I thought I could catch up with the sunset, but it was completely dark, the sky was a little dark, and I couldn't see a few stars.
Rimbaud sat on the balcony railing, his legs disappeared, replaced by a translucent blue-light fish tail, the tip of the tail flicked gently, the dark clouds dissipated, and the twinkling stars hung in the clean night sky.
Bai Chunian pushed open the cap of the beer bottle easily with his bone-hardened thumb, put the tip of Rimbaud's tail into the mouth of the bottle, stirred it up, and then handed Rimbaud a bottle of beer with frosted glass walls.
Rimbaud didn't say anything. He raised his head and took a big sip. After tasting it, he observed the beer inside with his eyes on the mouth of the bottle, and came to the conclusion: "Grain fermented blending liquid."
Bai Chunian sat in the swing chair, his long legs on the ground and gently pushed his body to shake, looking at the peaceful garden outside the balcony.
"Wife, next time I lose control again, beat me up, tie me up, and don't cause trouble for others."
"It's not scary when you're crazy. I'm thinking if I hug you and kiss you, will you wake up a little bit."
Bai Chunian laughed: "Maybe, but I'm afraid of hurting you. Did I hurt you just now?"
Rimbaud touched the wound on his face that had healed as before, and shook his head: "No."
"That's good." Bai Chunian shook the beer bottle, watching the foam inside, disappearing little by little, suddenly showing a lonely look.
"When it gets worse, I will be like an undead, bringing disaster to the whole world."
"No." Lan Bo reached out and rubbed Bai Chunian's shaggy black hair, "I promise."
His voice was low and gentle, but Bai Chunian was not comforted by it.
No, the full-mimic white lion is only more terrifying than the undead. It only takes a few minutes for him to destroy a city, but even so, Rimbaud still holds a bit of luck.
Bai Chunian raised his head, his eyes reflecting the stars in the night sky, his pupils were bright: "Rimbo, you kill me now, take me back to the Caribbean Sea. I am willing to be embedded in your ribs and throne. ,real."
Rimbaud's heart was sour because of his bright and clear eyes. He lifted Bai Chunian's chin with the mouth of the cold beer bottle, lowered his eyes and said, "You should think it's unfair. If I was going to die, I would Drag you up without hesitation and sink with me into the deepest and darkest trenches, I will watch you suffocate in my arms, convulse, and finally drown to death, if you run away, I can't wish you happiness, I hope you are alone A lifetime of pain, always remember me."
Bai Chunian was stunned for a moment, then held his head and thought for a while: "You can do it like this. I can't. If I drag you, I will make a big crime. Whether the earth can still exist or not can be said."
"You can do whatever you want." Bai Chunian stood up and moved to Lan Bo's side, put his hands on the railing, put Lan Bo in his arms, and put his cheeks against his ears: "Just don't forget me, please you."
These words touched a tense string in Lan Bo's heart. He grabbed the collar on Bai Chunian's neck and turned to look down at him fiercely with cold eyes. Chu Nian was restrained and forced to look up, but he smiled and showed two pointed white teeth on the left and the right: "Hey, are you angry?"
Rimbaud's voice was hoarse and threatened: "Enough, if you die, I will put your bones into the stairs under the throne, and step on you every day to sit on it and cao all the sea clan alphas on it."
"...I don't need to be so angry...Ah, I'm crying? Don't, wow, this pearl is so big and round that it can be embedded in the toilet mosaic, wife, you have embedded one wall of our bathroom." Bai Chu A pair of snow-white lion ears appeared in Nian's hair, drooping and sticking to his head, as if he knew he was wrong, and hurriedly wiped Rimbaud's eyes with the back of his hand, "I won't talk nonsense, just coax my wife."
Rimbaud's tail disappeared and gave him two feet.
After drinking and eating snacks, Bai Chunian went to take a shower, climbed into bed wearing boxer pants, half-folded his body lazily on Lan Bo, and pressed his head into his neck: " Smell me if it smells good."
Rimbaud stretched out a finger to hook off the belt of his nightgown and glanced down: "Xiang."
"You haven't tasted it yet, why is it fragrant." Bai Chunian was lying on the bed with his head propped on his side, the corners of his lips were upturned when he spoke, and the two tiger teeth appeared and disappeared.
Rimbaud reached out and squeezed his cheeky smile, shook it, and hummed softly: "Little boy. Close the curtains."
Bai Chunian bounced off the bed, hummed a song, went to close the curtains, and came back, he opened the drawer, and there was indeed a case inside. The box of six was opened, and there was only one left in it.
"Wuhu, good guy." Bai Chunian whistled and took the last one, "good guy, good guy."
Just as he was about to reach out to turn off the light, the phone beside his pillow suddenly rang. It was Bi Lanxing's video call.
"Tsk." Bai Chunian lay on the bed, pressed the answer, tilted his head and pointed at Bi Lanxing's face with his index finger, "You better have a serious business."
Looking at the background of the room, Bi Lanxing was sitting in the office of the search section chief, with documents piled up on the table, Bi Lanxing's expression was a little serious: "The Supervision Section of the Procuratorial Team has been following up on the fall of Hongli No. 1 Middle School, and the police station has already I found out about the parents of the student who kidnapped Jin Xi at the time. They sent the student to study in the UK. After hearing the news of our investigation, it seems that we are going to pick up the child overnight. Brother Chu, I have applied to contact the Paris branch of IOA. search operator, but requires your permission."
"Being abroad... a little troublesome..." Bai Chunian rubbed the bridge of his nose and woke up suddenly, "Britain? Westminster, the president and Uncle Jin are still there."
Rimbaud lay on his side on the bed, his index finger gently curled his blond hair: "The immortal undead came to me for revenge because I ordered aquatic creatures to hunt him down. He wanted to fly over the ocean to seek revenge."
Bai Chunian rubbed his face: "Lan Xing, you go directly to the team leader's office to apply for a cross-border search. I will now inform the boss to prepare early."
