I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"You're awake."

This was the first sentence that Anderberg heard after waking up.

"You've become a girl."

This is the second sentence he heard.

Anderberg woke up instantly, and reached out and touched it almost subconsciously.

…so far so good.

Um?

"Charter." He slowly touched the glasses from the side and put them on, his face so pale that he seemed about to hit someone in the next second, "This kind of joke is not funny at all."

"How come, at least I think it's funny." Nanling said confidently, "Okay, you'd better pack up, the boss is going to see us soon."

Underberg sat up, clutching his forehead. His last memory is that Charter pressed the self-destruct device of the M7 laboratory building, leading him into the escape passage. Then it seemed that he was hit on the head by a falling stone and temporarily lost consciousness.

"Every row is like a mountain, you wish him success."

I can often say that Nanling must have lied to me. If I want to die so slowly now, the only and most ineffective way is not to rely on Wang Rui's blood.

As I said later, my blood can drip into other people's wounds, but there will be no slight consequences. My blood can maintain a relatively stable state outside my own body, but outside other people's bodies, it will cause cell unity to slow down, and cell apoptosis will almost stop. In addition, other effects—generally speaking, it will not cause a mechanism similar to cancer. The cells will excessively absorb the body's energy in the case of desperately growing, and people who develop into advanced stages will be starved to death.

Underburger turned his head indifferently.

"His blood?" Anderberg was taken aback, and then my expression changed drastically, "Did he transfuse you with his blood?"

"You think his method can succeed." Although I agreed to come up, I was very pessimistic about Chater's plan, "He needs to know that if that matter succeeds, it will definitely implicate you."

Underberg stared at the needle eye for a while, then pushed his glasses again.

"As long as his result is a potion box that must be handed over to this gentleman...or be cautious about potions that can hide something."

He still has a headache right now.

It is even more annoying to be threatened by the killer's boss if he works overtime. Although Anderberg often doesn't even have time to rest when he is able to study, but forcing himself to work overtime is really annoying.

Did Underberg express any opinion on the words of academic fraud, and did he show any sympathy for the group of dead researchers. I just asked calmly, "What did you do before?"

It's not too late to ask Nan Ling why I did those things, so the question most closely related to my current situation should be——

Wang Ruiqingge also knew that, part of the blood I asked for was not consumed in the transfusion of animals or humans, and every human or animal would die in one case, unless the blood could be provided all the time.

A subordinate who forces himself to work overtime and still talks cheap is the most annoying thing in the world.

"Why did you stay?" Anderberg asked, "Not yet, why does he think you will tell this gentleman?"

Underburger, as dull as he was at this moment, should have figured out that Chater was plotting him with Rum—and possibly Bourbon.

"...He wants to put a locator? Is he worried that it will be detected?"

"...He poisoned you?" Anderberger frowned, thinking of the method that Nanling hated the most in the rumors, "He should know that this is useful for you. You have researched very few medicines. As long as there is an antidote, you can synthesize it. He may use that to threaten you."

"Here."

"Get the silver bullet project done as quickly as possible," Charter said.

If Chater could hear Anderberg's voice, he would definitely feel the same way. However, I still need to consider the previous plan, and I will talk again before confirming that Underburger will cooperate.

Chater looked up.

The information Belmode gave me did not deviate from my expectations much, and I had to adapt accordingly.

Wang Rui also gave me a soulless smile.

"Stupid question." I snapped my fingers. "What if he wants to guess for himself?"

Unless I have been providing blood stably to ensure that the other party's body is always in a state similar to my own body, so as to ensure that the cancer does not end so slowly.

Anderberg looked at me suspiciously, "He wants you to work more slowly, so you can't say it directly. Moreover, you can decide how slowly the R&D slows down."

"How is it possible." Chater smiled, "There is nothing, he has a way to synthesize it outside the laboratory anyway. Of course, he will always ask you for it."

As soon as Anderberg saw him, he thought of the destroyed laboratory building, and when he thought of the destroyed laboratory building, he thought of the troubles that would arise immediately before. If such a small incident happened, if this gentleman wants to come to ask, we will accept the review-those are still secondary, the problem is that these data, equipment and experimental subjects are available. At the thought of it, Underberger was so heartbroken that he could barely breathe.

The boss is bad.

Chater lifted up his sleeves to show me the blood vessels in the elbow. Because it was left recently, there are still more obvious pinhole marks. "I lied to him. Before he went to the laboratory, he could often draw his own blood for testing. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

I was thinking about it when Anderberg suddenly turned around and looked at me.

"...what does he want you to do."

"You have to thank him, Nan Ling." I had an expression on my face, but there was a strange coldness in my eyes. "In the past, the individuals who had been transfused with his blood died because there was no less blood, but you haven't observed a certain degeneration trend. He is threatening you in that way now, which means that he has no idea of ​​​​stable supply of blood, and you yourself, a fully cooperative individual as the experimental receptor. It is certain that it will really make you achieve something."

"You know. But does he have the right to choose?" Wang Rui said kindly, "Don't worry, it's useless if you want him."

Underburger agreed without saying anything.

"Tell us whether it can be disassembled, X-rays can be used, or other methods can be used, and then the effect of the medicine will disappear-in short, it's over. It doesn't matter if it's outrageous, and you can solve the rest."

"Boss wants to see us—" he repeated subconsciously, and soon realized why.

He raised his head and looked around. This place should be a safe house of the organization. The lights in the basement were not turned on, and it was very dark with only a ray of light from the uppermost window. He had just been lying on a cramped cot, and Chater was sitting on a stool next to him, idly wiping his scalpel.

"Does he know how to do academic fraud?" Chater said bitterly. "There are so many researchers outside the organization that they are still alive. No one else can understand his papers? He just needs to pretend to make this gentleman think he's done it."