Chapter 1148

This is a very magnificent building. The white building is towering into the clouds. The big sign above the door says "little star laboratory".

It was a thunderstorm summer night. In a laboratory of this building, a handsome young researcher was tossing around a table of chemical equipment. The lightning flashed from time to time made his face bright and dark.

He is usually a forensic expert in the city police station, but he likes to punish those who have escaped the punishment by his own means at night.

For example, their skin was peeled, the bodies were cut into pieces and treated with corrosive agents, and then the corroded mucus was mixed into the chemical waste, and strict environmental protection treatment was carried out by the laboratory.

That's to throw the waste tank directly into the Atlantic Ocean.

He killed another corrupt official tonight, but when he tried to dispose of the corpse, he found that the "corpse dissolving water" usually used to eliminate evidence was used up, so he had to allocate some more temporarily.

While waiting for the chemicals to react, he also secretly made something out of laboratory materials.

It's the kind of thing that makes people feel happy. Generally speaking, it's white powder or big crystal, which people all know. He had some mental illness and needed to rely on it to keep his brain active.

He removed a round bottom flask from the equipment, scraped its inner wall with a small spoon, and then put the crystal on the spoon into his mouth to taste it.

Then he spat aside with a satisfied smile, which was ferocious in the dim light.

"Grade a good, at least three plus signs."

The young man talked to himself with satisfaction.

As the evaporation went on, more and more white crystals appeared at the mouth of the inner wall of the flask. He kept scraping them into a small bag with a small spoon. He was as happy as a harvest farmer, but at the same time, as the distillation continued, the whole laboratory was filled with a strange smell.

He sniffed, frowned, thought, and opened the window of the room beside him for air.

You must be careful when doing things like this, or the colleagues who work tomorrow will come, and once they smell this smell, they will be exposed.

As time went by, he saved a bag full of white crystals. He turned off the heater and let the chemical reaction stop gradually. Then...

he cleaned up the sugarcane dregs and beet chips in a corner of the laboratory, and then straightened up to do the stretching movement.

"Sure enough, it's too troublesome for the laboratory to use contact membrane distillation to concentrate sugar. Next time, we can't accept this crime in order to save money. We'd better go to the supermarket and buy it."

After that, he took up the "corpse dissolving water" prepared on another test bench and went to the disposal room next door to dispose of the corpse. He mixed the soup water after the corpse was corroded with the garbage after sugar making, and then he poured it into the waste liquid tank of the laboratory.

After that, he went back to the test-bed to clean up the instruments and equipment. Tonight was another full night, but he was also an ordinary person and it was time to go home and have a rest.

Half way through the disassembly and cleaning process, he got tangled with the distillation dish. Although the sugar in the syrup was scraped away, the distilled water should also have a sweet taste, right? This sugar can't be wasted.

However, just as he was carrying the glassware to drink, a flash of lightning came out of the window, hitting him and the chemicals precisely.

Lightning didn't coke him, but it also made his skin fall off and become like rotten avocado.

The next day his colleagues came to work and found him and took him to the hospital.

In the process of treatment, Barry Wilson, who became like a rotten corpse but survived, found that he had a super ability. As long as he quickly uttered all kinds of nonsense and the upper and lower mouth skin reached a certain speed, he could connect himself to another important plane.

The red and black plane is full of all kinds of foul language. Even if you listen to the swearing words for a hundred years, it will not take the same kind. Moreover, it has a variety of wonderful images, which show how to bring the popularity to the birth of one Buddha and two Buddhas to heaven.

A voice told him that the energy surging in his body was called divine power, and that special plane was also called God base force plane. As long as he continues to be mean, he can live forever with this energy.

With such super ability, who will be the forerunner of forensic science? He made himself a red and black uniform, named the death attendant.

He's going to be a mercenary, an anti hero.

"seriously? Do you think this is your origin story? "

Su Ming and wade stood on the roof of a building across the street from the hospital, watching the valet in the ward transform his uniform with sheets.

As he stepped on the sewing machine, he took time to fill his mouth with sugar. He was very ill.

And this origin story Su Ming is also very familiar with ah, give Barry's name after Wilson can take the story as his own? Not only did he copy the lightning man, but also the peduncle of the bloodthirsty forensic doctor and the life division, which made Su Ming make complaints about the tuckus.Besides, Barry's mother is dead, but his father is still alive in prison. What kind of orphan is this?

Wade was shaking his head. He didn't know where to get a hot dog. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, swinging his legs and enjoying a good time.

After listening to his cousin's question, he asked vaguely, "is this not good? It gives me a more reasonable explanation for my self-healing ability. Rich people play with technology, while losers rely on variation. This is the threshold of superheroes. "

"We're not superheroes." Su Ming took up his arm without expression.

"Yes, but anti heroes can be considered heroes to some extent?" Wade finished the hot dog and was licking mustard on his gloves with his sore tongue. The scene was disgusting.

Su Ming had enough resistance to this. He laughed, sat down on the roof, and took out the wine from his pocket: "maybe, the more capable...

" the more irresponsible. " Wade smilingly took away a bottle of wine and blew it.

"The more choices."

He looked at Wade's half face and shook his head. He finally understood that wade had constructed these stories of origin on different time lines. Maybe his "plot rationality gem" could be used again.

However, with too many choices, he could not decide which one he wanted, so he chose the strongest one he knew to help him choose.

This candidate is Su Ming.

This can be said to be an act of trust and closeness. At least Su Ming will never take people to see his own origin story. The risk is too high.

Wade is not stupid. He just fully believes that his cousin's death knell will be on his side, which makes Su Ming feel a little moved.

Although these stories are also very cheap, but he was originally on vacation.

So he and wade touched the bottle, drank it up, and they left the empty bottle downstairs: "this is not good, another one."

Wade shrugged. "I can't do anything about you. OK, next, set the pointer to 7052 and let's go."

Two lights flashed by, the valet and the death knell disappeared at the same time.

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