The Red Dead Lolita

"Hmph, it depends on whether you can stand up." Chloe pouted.

Then, she kept her word, and when major newspapers were scrambling to report on Ashley’s deception, she wrote an article in person, saying that Ashley was just fascinated by ghosts for a while, and that she was good in nature. Due to the influence of the family, I hope everyone can give her another chance with a tolerant heart.

For this reason, "Yuanquan Newspaper" was attacked by a group of peers, setting off a bloody public opinion.Angry protesters smashed the dilapidated facade of the newspaper.Rat corpses are thrown away every morning, and it has been unable to operate normally for a long time.

Chapter 57: Surgery

Just when Ashley was about to become infamous, Chloe calmed down everyone's anger with an exclusive interview with Amber.

Amber, who was the person involved, clarified in the interview that Ashley really wanted to use the elixir, but the enemy was too weak to use it, and he secretly hid the elixir because of his obsession.

Although there are still sporadic doubts, this matter has been revealed.

After the public opinion subsided, Ashley started to gain reputation from scratch, and still took the route of hunting novelties, cooperating with museums and newspapers.

Not only practical skeletons, but also all rare animals and strange things are included in the collection, such as turtles with fluorescent aquatic plants on their backs, large transparent fishes, kiwis with mouths as long as sickles, etc.

The museum's exhibits are becoming more and more abundant, but the curator, Miss Mavis, is not happy.

The pressure on the family is increasing.Her mother always told her that worrying about this matter caused her to be unable to sleep all night, but her grandfather, who had originally supported her, rushed back from the countryside, changed his tone, and expressed the hope that she could sell the museum to treat her legs.

"I spent my whole life not building a cage for my granddaughter. If she gives up her youth and freedom for this museum, I will die with regret!" said the old man.

Mei Weisi's pressure was immediately full, and she was restless from morning to night.

When she saw the magic flower praying mantis newly exhibited in the Nocturnal Biology Museum, she suddenly remembered that in a popular science magazine she had read, it was written that the artificial tendon made by taking out the iron nematodes with extraordinary power parasitic in the body of the mutant praying mantis, inactivated, It is the main medical material used in paralysis rehabilitation surgery.

"I don't have enough money now, can I pay you back slowly."

Faced with the embarrassing request of the curator's sister, Ashley could only agree.

The viscera taken during the production of the magic flower mantis is marinated in a clay pot filled with coarse salt.

Every part of an extraordinary creature's body contains more or less power, and soft tissues and internal organs are all extraordinary materials.

Although there is no way to purify extraordinary power, it can be made into potions and fed to ordinary animals, which can be mutated by artificial selection.

Even some humans are using this kind of veterinary medicine, because the singularity is too rare, and a weak supernatural power can bring considerable physical strengthening.

Animals can mutate, and so can humans.

Of course, the side effects of veterinary drugs are very strong, ranging from hormone secretion disorders to severe physical alienation and loss of humanity.

But as long as you stabilize, you can get a glimpse of the world of the superhuman.

Ashley took out the clay pot from the warehouse of the Blackfoot Workshop, peeled off the coarse salt, and a strong stench came out. He put on gloves and cut open the internal organs a little bit. Sure enough, he found some iron nematodes and picked them out with tweezers. , housed in pressurized glass jars held in place by rotating metal fasteners, and after all, they also fit the definition of extraordinary beings, and are very dangerous.

Mavis, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was holding the jar, her eyes sparkled, and she smiled expectantly. Two deep dimples appeared on her peaceful round face.

She calculated in her notebook that the savings she had accumulated over the past few years, together with her own materials, should barely cover the cost of the operation, and this operation would not need to be sold to the museum.

Ashley, who was watching from the side, sighed in his heart that there is such a huge gap between the ordinary and the extraordinary. Such a large museum is worth no more than a piece of extraordinary material the size of a palm, and he would not be willing to exchange it for someone else.

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Flora pushed the wheelchair to the doctor's appointment.

It didn't take long for Flora to upgrade from a museum cleaner to a secretary, responsible for registering items in and out of the warehouse and operating daily activities.

This is her forte, and she has been doing similar jobs since she was a juvenile delinquent foreman.

Mavis paid her 2 pounds a week, which was considered a good salary, and the toilet was contracted to the housekeeping company to clean it twice a day.

When he came to the clinic, Ashley unexpectedly discovered that the doctor who operated on Mavis turned out to be Amber's father—Duke Abbott, a well-known surgeon in Fountain City.

Another thing that surprised Ashley was that the Duke Clinic was a house-sized chrysalis chrysalis!

This eerie cottage is very eye-catching in a row of neat houses.

The joints of the head and thoracic feet of the chrysalis are separated along the natural depression, the helmet is lifted upwards, supported by iron brackets as a rain shelter, the hardened chest wing part is used as the reception room, and the spiral segmented chrysalis shell at the rear is A tire-shaped medical room.

"This was salvaged from the seventh largest underground layer, the 'Rotten Sea'. The seller claimed that it was the molting larvae of the 'King Worm', but that was a bragging. After testing, it did not contain extraordinary power. In the end, it cost very little Money bought it."

Perhaps because of his acquaintance with Ashley, Dr. Duke is very talkative and can't stop talking.

"Amber cried a lot that day, you don't want to break her heart anymore." The old father said complicatedly.

Ashley could only show an embarrassed yet polite smile.

I took off my shoes and socks at the door, and stepped on the bright red soft tissue carpet, the soles of my feet sunk all the way to the hard base.

Feeling the creamy warmth of flesh and blood, Ashley shuddered all over, pursed his lips, and looked around.

She saw that the inside of the chrysalis was covered with an inch-thick layer of biological tissue, and the pink polyps were filled with natural blood vessels like plant roots, and also filled with complicated artificial blood vessels.

In the complex area of ​​the pipeline, there will be a heart-like node in the center, fixed with a cage-like bone structure, pumping rhythmically to maintain fluid circulation.

Huge elliptical embossed crystals are inlaid on the wall, like the pupils of insects, emitting a soft orange-yellow light.

And all the furnishings in the house are made of bones polished into regular geometric shapes, closely arranged, straight upward, like gathered ribs, and the gaps are filled with colloidal biological tissues, exuding a strange beauty.

"This is my design. I am thinking that instead of pursuing a sterile operating room, it is better to maintain an environment similar to a living body. Here, dust, bacteria, cilia... and all harmful substances will be decomposed and absorbed by the ecological pad. "

Dr. Duke said, loosening the bandage around his right arm.

Ashley's pupils shrank, and as the bandage fell off, pieces of delicate gray-white cortex that did not resemble each other were sewn together on the twisted and wriggling flesh along the edges by dense artificial vessels like stitches. The external skeleton, which is used to strengthen the control force, supports this bloated and heavy arm from below.

At the end of the arm is a strange hand made up of more than a dozen phalanxes and more irregular metacarpal bones. Each phalanx has more than four joints, wriggling hideously in the air like an arthropod, and the tip of the phalanx sticks out flesh and blood , Pale bones polished into various shapes like machine tool heads, it is simply a collector's version of the Swiss Army Knife.

"Doesn't it look weird? But it's reasonable! It's not a crazy idea, but a product of reason! It's just not in line with your human aesthetics."

The man turned his head and squeezed out a good-natured smile. When he opened his mouth, he saw that all the teeth had fallen off, and there were some small joints curled up in the upper part of the mouth, like the mouthparts of insects.

"Don't tell Amber."

Ashley nodded slightly, her expression as usual, but Flora couldn't stand it anymore, desperately hiding behind her, feeling a chill running up her back.

Taking the pressurized glass jar, Dr. Duke turned around to observe the iron nematode wriggling in it, and then took out a tool to simply measure its extraordinary fluctuations, nodded and said:

"The quality has reached medical grade, just find a biological laboratory to process it."

A week later, Mavis underwent surgery, which was very successful.

At the door of the worm house, Ashley and Flora supported her to stand up, feeling an unprecedented sense of support from the ground, Mei Weiss was so surprised that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear, she walked forward tremblingly, recalling the time when she was a child. The scene of walking.

"My sister's legs are beautiful, it must be great to wear white silk pantyhose." Ashley took the opportunity to tease.

Unexpectedly, this sentence reached the heart of the curator girl, so she went to the store and bought seven or eight different kinds of pantyhose.

When tightening the stockings, Mei Weisi frowned slightly, and felt a slight pain in the ligaments at the back of her thighs, she thought it was the reason for the unhealed operation, and didn't care.

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Chapter 58: Night at the Museum

"Curator, just finished the operation, let's go to rest, just go to the hospital every week for rehabilitation, don't force yourself." Flora persuaded softly.

"But I want to walk faster...ha...ha..."

The girl leaned on the desk, panting softly, her face flushed abnormally.

She felt pain and itching in her calves and knees, and something seemed to be wriggling in her flesh...

Sweat soaked his bangs and rolled over his nose and cheeks, exuding an astonishingly high heat.

She still wanted to say something, but her mind suddenly went blank, and a long blind voice echoed in her ears.

"What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Could it be an inflammatory reaction after surgery? I'll contact Dr. Duke right away!"

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Nocturnal Creatures.

Amber looked up to observe the skeleton of the magic flower mantis on the booth. Its shape is coquettish and charming, and the enamel coating flows with beautiful arcs. She couldn't help but regret:

"She is so beautiful, but it's a pity that she fell into the hands of a bad guy. It's not nice to meet people!"

"That's right."

Like a servant, Ashley put the hoodie that the black-haired Lolita took off because of the heat on his arm, and held milk tea in the other hand, serving her carefully.

The museum is closed at night, there are no guests, and there are not many lights in the exhibition hall, which makes it look deep and quiet.

The faint light shines from a distance, like eyes that are about to close from sleep, and it seems that it will be dark at any time.

The number of living skeletons captured and made is increasing day by day, and the Blackfoot Workshop cannot fit it, so Ashley simply uses the museum as a warehouse.

A lot of living remains are temporarily placed on the booth, and they can be picked up at any time.

"So, what we faced that day was the magic flower mantis that had already been made into a skeleton?" Amber glanced at her.

"Hmm..." Ashley admitted falteringly.

"In order to cheat the elixir and the S-class relic from me? You deliberately set up a trap? As a result, a group of criminal gangs ran into the muzzle and were slaughtered by you?" Amber was quite sober when she was not in love.

"No, no," the blue-haired Lolita shook her head like a rattle, flattering her, "Although I'm a despicable opportunist, I don't want Miss Amber to be in danger more than defrauding the relic, so It was only arranged in advance because it was a date!"

"The little mouth is so sweet, is it the reason why I often eat figs? It's like the mouth of a hummingbird, full of honey."

Amber stared suspiciously at the well-behaved blue-haired loli.

"Whether it's sweet or not, you'll know if you taste it?" Ashley pursed her lips, her beautiful pupils rolled aside, looking sly and cute.

Amber's cheeks were slightly swollen, mixed with shame and indignation, she stomped and said:

"Don't tease me!"

Hee hee, stupid loli is so timid...

Ashley stretched out her pink and crystal clear tongue to lick her lips.

The two of them stopped talking, the deer bumped in Amber's chest. Although there was no one around at this time, she still peeked around. After confirming that there was no one, she looked at Ashley's delicate lips in a panic, and slapped her a few times. He summoned up his courage, but never dared to take a step closer.

Seeing her stupid and cute look of wanting to eat but not daring to eat, Ashley was triumphant, regained the feeling of taking the initiative, put his hands behind his back, and shook his shoulders happily.

Suddenly, a scream from a distance broke the silence of the night!

Ashley's expression changed, and he recognized Flora's voice, and rushed quickly!

Amber's reaction speed was also very fast. The two followed the sound and rushed to the door of the office. They saw the blond girl sitting slumped on the ground, and the curator girl standing in front of her looked a little weird.

Originally quiet and soft, the round face with some baby fat turned blue and stiff, and the legs, which were emaciated and weak due to paralysis and sitting for a long time, stepped on the ground forcefully with uneven lumps and twisted blood vessels like earthworms!

Through the white silk pantyhose, one can see the long and twisted black threads squirming in Xuenen's skin, which is weird and inexplicable!

It's a wireworm!

"That damn biological company wasn't completely inactivated, and the insect eggs left in the material hatched!" Ashley immediately pointed out the reason.

Amber breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was a medical accident in her father's clinic, but the next moment, her heart was in her throat again!

"Water... water..."