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The faucet was spraying water.

Washing my face, brushing my teeth, I felt a sweet feeling on the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth and found that my upper and lower gums were bleeding.

Side effects of gene inhibitors.

Li Sheng silently raised the cup of water and kept rinsing his mouth until he spit out all the blood.

After leaving the bathroom, my uncle's family went out early to order formal clothes from a tailor recommended by someone else.

My cousin Xue Lingyu recently received an offer from an Ivy League university abroad. The family was particularly excited about this and actively prepared for the interview in half a month.

The tablecloths, wallpapers and even light bulbs in the living room were all replaced, and all kinds of awards and trophies were placed in the most conspicuous positions.

These had nothing to do with Li Sheng. He rode his bike to school, handed in his homework, and his eyes stayed on the empty seat on the right. Shao Wangshu took another day off and did not show up.

In the physical education class before, I saw a large scar on her left arm, which seemed to be caused by long-term and frequent blood draws. I don't know what it was for.

Li Sheng has heard of an urban legend that there is an orphanage built in a castle somewhere abroad, which has been receiving donations from the outside world for many years and has provided a very good living environment and educational resources for hundreds of orphans.

However, in fact, these isolated orphans are all blood brothers and sisters - a super-rich man asked someone to "raise" them in an orphanage through in vitro fertilization and surrogacy technology.

Once the rich man or his legitimate children encounter an accident, all orphans are the most suitable source of organ transplants.

This urban legend has no beginning or end, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Some netizens think it is false, because in the transplantation of organs such as bone marrow, liver, and kidney, the probability of successful matching of relatives is not very high.

At the same time, organ trading is particularly rampant on the international black market. Raising so many orphans is largely a waste of money.

Other netizens believe that the urban legend has a certain rationality - even if the organ black market exists, it takes a long time from successful matching to purchase, transportation, and transplantation.

In comparison, it is not as convenient, fast, clean and reliable as "taking it now" from the orphanage.

Anyway, for the wealthy at the top of the pyramid, money is just a number. The little money spent on raising hundreds of orphans can be exchanged for a few days or hours for organ transplants.

Shao Wangshu. This shouldn't be the case at home

"Zhan Xinyu!"

The voice of the head teacher Yang Hui interrupted Li Sheng's thoughts. She put her hands on her hips and said to Zhan Xinyu, who was sitting in the first row close to the aisle: "Can you put away your books? Don't always put them under the table. They trip people so many times."

"I have put them away."

Zhan Xinyu looked innocent, bent down and moved the pile of books under the table, which consisted of a series of books such as "The Collapse of America", "The Collapse of the American Empire", "The Decline of America", and "Why America is Finished" to the other side , muttering, "It's obvious that it can't trip anyone."

"Hehehe,"

Ivens, who was sitting on the other side of the aisle, was so happy to see his enemy Zhan Xinyu being scolded that he grinned and said, "Teacher Yang asked you to clean up, so you clean up. Why are you so talkative?"

"Ivens, I didn't say anything about you, did I? Clean up your desk too."

Yang Hui glared at Ivens, who also had a pile of books on and under his desk, such as "The End of History and the Last Man", "The Collected Works of Zhang Jiadun", and "The Beginning of the Collapse of Chinese Society!"

It can only be said that these two are rare talents.

"What are you looking at? Did I ask you to stop reading in the morning?"

Noticing that the recitation in the classroom had become quieter, Yang Hui's eyebrows were raised and her voice was raised. The other students hurriedly looked at their noses, their noses at their mouths, and their mouths at their hearts, and read the text louder to avoid trouble.

"What's wrong with Teacher Yang?" Ye Jiaying, who sat on Li Sheng's left, asked in a low voice while holding her textbook upright: "She got angry so early in the morning."

"I don't know." Li Sheng shook her head.

Yang Hui's teaching level is excellent, and she is patient and serious with her students. The only thing that is not so good is that her temper is sometimes bad.

Her husband died in his early years while saving a child who fell into the water. She has not remarried for so many years and has been living alone. It is understandable that her personality has changed.

The two did not dwell on this issue for too long. Ye Jiaying said, "By the way, I listened to the singing clips that Shao Wangshu sent me yesterday. She sings really well. This way, we have a lead singer for our band. Now we have to consider which song to choose."

"How about we wait until Shao Wangshu is better, and then apply for an empty lecture hall to practice first? I think..."

Li Sheng paused, frowned and sniffed the air, wondering, "Do you smell anything?"

Ye Jiaying sniffed the air and shook his head, "No."

"Maybe I'm worrying too much."

Li Sheng hesitated and shook his head. He seemed to smell a faint stench just now.

Could it be that the gene inhibitor is too strong and has affected the sense of smell?

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"Rotten?"

In the office on the third floor of the World Nuclear Bungalow, Changsun Yao raised her eyebrows slightly and crossed her arms in front of her.

"Yes, Miss Changsun, you must help me."

Sitting opposite the desk was a man in his early thirties wearing a well-tailored suit and a famous watch.

He sat in a reserved posture, with a complicated expression, and said in a bitter tone: "It has been almost a month, and my villa has been filled with a vague rancid smell. I hired three different housekeeping companies and cleaned it four times. The floors, ceilings, and central air conditioning ducts were replaced, but the smell never dissipated.”

Changsun Yao nodded and asked, "Then have you gone to the Special Affairs Administration for help?"

"I've been there. They did a series of tests on me and said I was sane and not cursed. They also sent people to the villa to look around and no abnormal fluctuations were detected."

"Maybe it's a problem with the house itself? For example, the building materials are toxic, underground gas leaks, etc." Changsun Yao said casually: "Have you considered changing to a villa?"

Although official organizations in various countries, including the Special Affairs Bureau, believe that the existence of killing fields should be concealed from ordinary people as much as possible, there are exceptions to everything.

The man behind the desk is an outstanding young entrepreneur in Yin City with a net worth of one billion. The social level he belongs to naturally knows some things that ordinary people don't know - such as who to turn to for help when encountering strange things.

And with his net worth, it shouldn't be difficult to change his residence.

"I have moved out now and no longer live there. But that's not the problem."

The entrepreneur's expression became extremely complicated and his voice was trembling. "The problem is that there is a brand new crib in the bedroom of the villa! I am very sure that I have not bought it. I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to check and I have not bought it. Married, never adopted a child, so when and who put this crib in?”