Monster Hunting High School

Chapter 2711 Why

Zheng Qing thought that the school did not care about the invasion of dormitory 403, but in fact the school arranged guards for him to protect him around the clock; Zheng Qing thought that Thomas was trustworthy after signing the risk prohibition contract, but it turned out that Thomas used both the school and the Zheng and Qing both trusted him and played a civet cat to change the prince.

This strong difference made him involuntarily think of Miller's famous "Evening Bell" - a couple praying in the field, with what looks like a potato basket at their feet. But in fact, the basket contained not potatoes, but the child's body.

It looks like a basket on the surface, but there is a small coffin hidden underneath.

Behind the seemingly peaceful pastoral scenery, there is a depressing and cruel human tragedy hidden.

Just like Zheng Qing's life.

Every day seems to be just reading, eating, and sleeping between two o'clock and one line, which is boring and boring. But somewhere he couldn't see, there were monsters sneaking into Phuket Island, a wizard wearing a crow mask, someone standing guard for him all night long, and someone seizing every loophole to get something from him.

"Were you the one who broke into our dormitory on Monday?" Zheng Qing closed his eyes and let out a long breath. I don't know if it was because of the blood loss, but he felt a little dizzy.

"Yes." Now that the matter was over, Thomas did not continue to hide it.

"Who else?"

"It's just me." Thomas insisted: "Including bringing you to my laboratory this time is my own decision and has nothing to do with anyone else."

Zheng Qing said "ha" and said without comment:

"Why?"

At this moment, Zheng Qing had ten thousand "whys" in his heart that he wanted to ask, but when all the questions crowded his lips, all he could spit out were the same three words.

As if he understood the many questions that followed his three words, Thomas was silent for a long time before sighing softly: "The professor once told us that timing determines everything... Now is indeed not the best time, but I have no other choice."

In this sentence, Zheng Qing could only barely understand the last sentence.

But who is the professor, when is the time, when is the best time, etc., etc., he has no way to accurately grasp the deep meaning behind these pronouns.

But before he could continue to ask.

Nikita, who was lying on another test table, suddenly spoke.

"He was trying to save me."

The banshee had an indescribable complex expression on her face. She looked at the master of the laboratory and twitched her lips: "I degenerated into a lich, and he thought he could save me, and then he became a 'crow'; I accepted the spiritual seed of the crow, and then the evil spirit got out of control and my body collapsed. He still wanted to save me, so he brought you here..."

If he wasn't lying on the test bed and would be stabbed by the 'protagonist' at any time, Zheng Qing would definitely applaud and cheer for this kind of love story in a TV series.

But now, all he wanted to do was curse in his heart.

You two are in love, why do you have to pay the price with my blood!

"Why do you think that my flesh and blood can prevent her physical body from continuing to collapse?" Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and asked the first 'why' after clarifying his thoughts.

He didn't think Thomas knew his special status.

But he still needed to make sure, just in case.

"Because your combination with the spiritual species was successful, and your flesh and blood has actually saved her once." Thomas pulled out a sharp knife from the shelf next to him and lightly slashed Zheng Qing's arm.

Zheng Qing took a breath of cold air.

The owner of the laboratory nodded with satisfaction.

"Did you see it? It's an amazing physical strength."

He pointed at the white mark on Zheng Qing's arm and inserted the knife back into the shelf: "Without using special means, your skin can resist most physical damage. This strength can withstand the conflict between demonic energy and magic power." Pressure... After Nia received the spiritual seed, her physical body completely collapsed, but because I transplanted some of the flesh and blood I obtained from you last time into her in advance, she was able to maintain her current state of consciousness..."

Zheng Qing looked at the weak but still charming face of the banshee.

Then he looked at her bloated and bulging torso covered by a white sheet.

The tentacles and eyes waving all over the sky in the last moment of the dark wizard Whateley's madness flashed through his mind. He subconsciously closed his eyes, trying to forget his thoughts at this moment.

The eyes can be closed, but the ears cannot.

Thomas's voice continued to ring in the boy's ears: "... Gan Ning's adventure on you did not completely fail. You are our most successful experimental subject. So your flesh and blood can definitely help Nia get through the most dangerous rejection period. . But like I said before, bringing you here is my last choice... I went to dormitory 403 to see if I could use your skin scraps and hair to generate your flesh and blood in a petri dish. , flesh and blood was produced, but it had no effect."

Having said this, he twisted the knob on the hose, then took the first package of plasma off the shelf, raised it in the air, and carefully looked at the bright red liquid that was gently rolling in the transparent package.

A long while.

Then he spoke again:

"Then I remembered what the professor once said - the pollution of demons' flesh and blood is similar to the pollution from the stars. They are both conceptual pollution. Only concepts can compete with concepts. Just like love and hate, beauty and ugliness ”

"You can continue to use other excuses to get my flesh and blood, or take blood while I'm asleep. Why..." Zheng Qing's voice gradually became more bitter.

It might be possible to draw blood while you are asleep, but considering that removing a piece of flesh and blood before would not help much, how much blood to draw and how many times to draw is a very troublesome problem.

If you draw too many times, it will definitely arouse the vigilance of the school or yourself.

If the quantity extracted is insufficient, it will be of no use.

The amount of blood that a person can draw at one time is very limited, and it also requires a combination of flesh and blood - just a simple calculation, Zheng Qing himself felt that abducting himself was the best solution.

Thomas pulled out a measuring cup.

Squeeze half a cup of fresh blood into the cup.

He held the cup, walked to another test table, handed it to Nikita, lowered his eyelids, and said in a very soft voice, as if he was confessing to someone: "You know... I don't mean any harm."

"whispering sound."

Nikita took the cup and smiled weakly: "You should tell the handsome guy opposite me this... Moreover, when you do this kind of thing, it seems worse without any malice. Unconscious evil is worse than conscious evil. It feels bad, right?”

The banshee raised her glass to Zheng Qing, then looked at Thomas in front of her, and whispered a few words of 'toast':

"—You prepare a banquet for me in the presence of my enemies."

“—You anointed my head with oil, and made my cup overflow.”

“—Amento Buddha Akbar!”