At the research site of the underground scientific research department, a huge metal plate lay in the center of a spacious hall, surrounded by robotic arms.
On the metal plate lay an almost desiccated male corpse.
One of the twenty-four Blood Clan Counts, Thoumai Bourville, but now he was no longer.
He had been reduced to a dried corpse, sucked so dry that his normal contours could no longer be discerned.
Hundreds of professors observed the scientific research department’s operation on the corpse, all with grave expressions.
For most professors, this was their first time seeing a Count-level blood clan member, and it would be a vivid lesson.
“Inject polyacrylamide hydrogel, increase the amount of polyvinyl alcohol.” The head of the scientific research department personally took charge.
The overhead robotic arm inserted an input tube into the corpse’s back.
Colorless, transparent gel was transported into the body for filling, followed by cloudy, milky white polyvinyl alcohol, responsible for shaping and forming a cartilage-like support structure.
The research department intended to fill out the shriveled corpse’s contours using archaeological restoration methods similar to those used on mummies.
Young professors stood in the back row, craning their necks, hoping to see their idols.
The front rows were filled with senior executive professors, the core strength of St. Antiona College.
To become an executive professor, genius was merely a threshold.
A few old legends also made an appearance, such as Pyotr Pushkins Van Helsing, a descendant of Abraham Van Helsing, nearly 120 years old and confined to a wheelchair.
An Xiaoyi found it very boring.
He stood at the very back, yawning, having been awake all night, and dragged here early in the morning to view a corpse.
Even before morning, the forum had been flooded with posts about this blood clan corpse.
Even the long-silent executive professors were posting and leaving messages frantically.
Last night, Professor Eve’s operation successfully encircled and annihilated a Count-level blood clan member.
It wasn’t unprecedented, but it was astonishing news, attracting the attention of executive bureaus worldwide within a few hours.
Several unofficial forums even argued all night about the corpse’s identity.
An Xiaoyi had spent the entire night reading the forum.
He also suspected that there were accounts of outsiders hidden on St. Antiona College’s internal forum.
Because when he browsed other websites, he was surprised to find posts from his first few days at school.
“Didn’t sleep all night? Want to catch up on some sleep later?” A faint voice came from beside him.
An Xiaoyi merely glanced over, his sleepiness completely gone.
He Xiaoxin had unknowingly stood beside him, wearing the executive bureau’s trench coat.
Her face was less cold than before, but still serious.
“This isn’t your spot.” He couldn’t help but look a few more times.
“It doesn’t matter, you look like you didn’t sleep well.”
“I don’t have class today.” An Xiaoyi swayed slightly.
“Are you really okay?”
“I’m used to it, I’m very good at staying up late. Do you have something to say?” An Xiaoyi seemed indifferent as well.
“Mm, I wanted to know if An Xiaoxue was satisfied with her birthday gift that day.” The woman said faintly,
“Wasn’t her birthday four days ago? I prepared it rather hastily, it wasn’t too exquisite.”
He thought she was going to ask about last night, but the woman said the room full of roses that night wasn’t too exquisite, which had a hint of Versailles about it.
An Xiaoyi wanted to retort that she shouldn’t be so conceited.
He suddenly thought of something, suppressed a chuckle, and said casually.
“I knew it, I wondered why the room was such a mess when I came back the next day. So it was the birthday present you prepared for her, but she probably didn’t see it. An Xiaoxue returned to the hotel that night and even messaged me.”
With that, he deliberately showed the text message on his phone, which he had composed on another phone.
An Xiaoyi was also a very petty person, though no one else knew it.
He felt that the woman had predicted he would return to his dorm/hotel that night, and it felt a bit like being seen through, so he deliberately orchestrated this text message content.
Just for this moment.
To tell her that the gift she prepared hadn’t been used, that the girl missed the grand show.
The woman stared at the text message on the phone screen, “Hmm, what a pity.”
Only then did An Xiaoyi realize, quickly putting his phone away, but it was too late.
“The previous few times, I tried many times, but she refused to give me her phone number.”
He Xiaoxin’s tone remained faint, but at this moment, it seemed unusually sly.
“Thanks.”
An Xiaoyi leaned in and cautiously asked, “You didn’t memorize it all, did you?”
“My memory is quite good, 195…”
An Xiaoyi stood at the very back of the crowd, listening to that perfectly accurate number, his mind a jumble.
“Oh, by the way.” He Xiaoxin suddenly asked, “What gift did you give her?”
An Xiaoyi guessed what she was up to.
He wiggled his finger, “If you want to extract An Xiaoxue’s preferences from me, you’ll have to pay something.”
“I’ve found clues about your parents,” He Xiaoxin whispered.
An Xiaoyi looked left and right, wanting to pull the woman to a corner to talk in detail.
Her lips moved slightly, and she followed.
“Where are they?”
“I can’t tell you, because the deal isn’t complete,” He Xiaoxin turned her head, refusing.
An Xiaoyi looked blankly at the woman, unable to comprehend for a moment.
He had clearly cooperated… helped her so many times. Could this woman be trying to renege? Blood clan women were untrustworthy!
“Our deal was, if you help me successfully ‘conquer’ An Xiaoxue, then I will help you find clues about your parents,” He Xiaoxin paused, tilting her head to look into his calm eyes.
“From the results, An Xiaoxue still doesn’t trust me.”
“Whose fault is that? You had so many chances, but you never seized them.”
An Xiaoyi gritted his teeth, listing the woman’s shortcomings.
As a party involved, he couldn’t even bear to watch.
“First date, I was… she tried very hard to greet you warmly, but you just coldly responded with an ‘Mm,’ and then you sat on a park bench watching the scenery. The third time was for coffee, she pretended to have her coffee knocked over – okay, she did it on purpose – regardless of whether you noticed she was deliberate, shouldn’t you have done something?”
He Xiaoxin stared intently into his eyes, “Do what?”
“At least, at least go over and show some concern, instead of just sitting there watching her act. It’d be very awkward.”
An Xiaoyi also didn’t know what to say, it wasn’t like he could say that An Xiaoxue deliberately revealed a flaw to let you flirt with her.
“Mm, I might be a bit direct.” He Xiaoxin looked thoughtful.
“Especially the fourth time, she refused your hand-holding.” An Xiaoyi rubbed his forehead, “Don’t you think it was very sudden? For her, you’re just a relatively friendly acquaintance. I don’t think friends who’ve met for a few days can have intimate gestures like holding hands, especially since your previous meetings were so cold.”
“I’m sorry.” He Xiaoxin seemed to be apologizing to him.
“Fifth time, you watched a movie, similar to the first time, not much talking. After parting, you gave her a small booklet with ambiguous words written inside. I admit, blood clan members are not only slow in emotions but also difficult to understand. How to put it, you’re too stream-of-consciousness, using only such methods to awaken her memory.”
An Xiaoyi finished recounting all of the woman’s mistakes in one go.
“How do you know so many details?” He Xiaoxin asked, puzzled.
An Xiaoyi was speechless, turning his head to look at the professors in front.