The O that wants to mark the A

Luo Can picked up the mineral water bottle on the saucer, poured a third of it in one go, and forced herself to calm down quickly.

After a 1-minute pause, he removed all the twigs and twigs in his heart, and when he was basically calm, he was ready to explore the problem from another point of entry.

The Luo family's industry has nothing to do with art, so he knows little about exhibition halls, and he has only heard of one or two famous large galleries.Although he has no clue about the Cherry Pavilion, since the other party can participate in this banquet, the scale must not be too small.

I took out my phone and searched, and I did find some useful information here and there.

The owner of the pavilion is named Lu Yao—the same surname as the mayor, but an unfamiliar name that has never been heard before, and no information about the other party can be found on the Internet.

It would be feasible to send someone to inquire or call to make an appointment to meet, but the other party deliberately concealed his identity, so how could he easily show up and talk to him.

Maybe even Lu Yao is a name on the surface, and that person is the manipulator behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, he felt that the other party's purpose of pretending to be mysterious was just to wait for him to mess up, and then take advantage of the chaos to give him a further blow.

So he can't do what the other party wants.

He wants to investigate, investigate clearly, thoroughly, dig three feet to find this person, and at the same time guard Si Xia firmly, not letting anyone destroy the happiness between them that is about to be grasped.

After making up his mind, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed again, his voice had returned to his usual calm and warm voice: "Hello? Prosecutor Hu, are you familiar with the legal professionals in Mayor Lu's business? I want to get some information ..."

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When the hour hand pointed to [-]:[-] p.m., Zhou Sixia sorted out all the living mice and drove them back to their cages, turned off the instruments, extinguished the alcohol lamp, put all the medicines back into the cupboard, and disassembled and cleaned all the cooled glassware and put them back in their original places.

After the basic cleaning, he began to record the condition of the dead mice, then threw them into a large glass jar, poured alcohol, ignited, and burned into a large group of unrecognizable gray-black lumps inside, he then used a hammer to go in Crush them one by one, and pour them into the bin for experimental solid waste.

After doing all this, he should feel at ease, but for some reason, he felt extremely tired. He squatted down slowly against the experimental table, hugging his knees and looking at the empty glass jar.

He thought he really didn't like to deal with the corpses of those experimental rats.

The bloody pile of white always brings back some bad memories of him——

When my younger sister, Lin Wan, was in primary school, a rat from a friend's house gave birth to a cub and gave her one.

She cherishes it very much, and usually takes it with her when she goes to school. She often steals a few washed vegetable leaves from the kitchen to feed it. eat.

Even when he showed it to him for the first time, he looked solemn like never before: "Brother, don't throw it away as soon as you get scared."

The hand covering Si Xia's palm moved away little by little, and a red-eyed elf lay on his palm.

Sixia stretched out her hand to touch it, and found that it was only a small strip, soft and soft, like a ball of cotton that automatically heats up, it won't bite even after being teased twice, and said: "There's nothing to be afraid of."

"However, they screamed when they saw it, and said that if I don't take it away, I will tell the aunt who disciplines me that I raise mice." Lin Wan looked at the dark blue sky outside the window, and the corners of her mouth curved down involuntarily, "I Return it tomorrow."

The trainer is a middle-aged woman hired by the principal to take care of the children's daily life. It's not bad, but she has a face like the king of Yama. She is fierce and loves to teach people. She taught a group of hairy children to avoid .

Seeing Lin Wan's worried and reluctant appearance, Si Xia immediately said, "What's the matter, just let me stay in my room at night."

He was weak, and the boys liked to tease him, so the director made an exception and arranged for him a separate room. Although the size was comparable to a single cell, it was more than enough to hide such a small thing.

Lin Wan spent a period of happy days for this, but unfortunately the good times didn't last long. One night, it bit through the cardboard box where it lived, and slipped out the door while Sixia got up at night. When it reappeared the next day, it was already in charge of the kitchen. The person beat him flat, and after the beating he yelled loudly: "Finally beat this dirty thing to death!"

The moment Si Xia saw the corpse in the dustpan from a distance, Si Xia suddenly felt like a knife was piercing her heart.He stared blankly at it as it was taken out and thrown away, discovering for the first time how interesting the days with it were.

It turned out that apart from his sister, he had also absorbed a little warmth from this little white mouse.

It turns out that the two extra pink spots in my gray life are its mung bean-sized eyes.

He covered Lin Wan's eyes with his hand, wanted to say something to comfort her, and wanted to apologize, but the breakfast was in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it alive.

He has always remembered this incident very firmly, and has never forgotten it.

At the same time, he would pick up the syringe very calmly every week, slowly and continuously inject the medicine into those weak bodies, and then watch them die after being tortured.

What supported him to do so was only hatred at first.Today, the rhetoric that he said to Professor Yu has come in handy.

There was a little sadness in his heart, he suddenly felt that his temperature as a "human" was about to drop to freezing point, and he was about to merge with this indifferent world.

Tasteless, loveless and lustless, he is just a revenge machine, completing his tasks mechanically.

"After it's over..." he said to himself in his heart, "I'm probably going to die completely."

[The author has something to say: Sixia is unhappy, Cancan will come to coax him soon~]