Jian Ningxuan turned around and glanced up and down at An Bu with a very penetrating gaze.

An Bu consciously spread out his hand: "Look, it's intact."

"That's not what you wore before you left," he snapped.

"Uh……"

"Come in and talk." Jian Ningxuan dragged An Bu into the tent, and was about to pour water for her, but saw a cheap one in the cup.

Bianjian sticks to the transparent plastic cup like an octopus, facing An Bu's direction, a tentacle is raised high, shaking vigorously in the water.

"It's cheap." An Bu saw that it was such a dazed sample, and knew that it had successfully completed the task, and praised, "Well done."

The cheap one turned over and swam happily in the water.

Jian Ningxuan has never understood how they communicated. It seems that there is no racial difference, distance in IQ and language barriers.

He put down the cup in his hand, took another clean cup, and poured An Bu a glass of warm water.

An Bu took the cup and handed him the chip.

"What is this?" Jian Ningxuan wiped off the stains on the chip with a tissue, with a puzzled look on his face.

"It may be the truth about the murder of Molly's parents." An Bu probably told Jian Ningxuan about his experience in the forest and his guesses, automatically omitting her arrow in the primitive tribe and leading a group of aborigines. The fact of running wild in the forest.

"So, it has been confirmed that 6 people have been killed, Yutaf and Sheila are temporarily safe, and Mo Dongxiao and Dr. McGee are missing?" Jian Ningxuan said thoughtfully.

An Bu nodded, recalled the photo from the camera, and pointed at Smith and Doyle: "Check the details of these two people, they must know where Mo Dongxiao and McGee are. Especially this man named Doyle , is likely to be an accomplice."

Jian Ningxuan took a closer look, then took out the camera's memory card and put it away together with the chip.

"Okay." He said sternly, "Now let's talk about your business."

"My business?" Is this the rhythm of asking her to confess and be lenient and resist being strict?

"You are injured." Jian Ningxuan's tone was firm.

"No." An Bu's face was magnanimous, "I can take it off for you to see!"

Jian Ningxuan was unmoved: "Although you have changed your clothes, your shoes are badly damaged, and there are some blood stains on the shoes, which means that you have not only exercised intensely, but also suffered from injuries and bleeding."

An Bu: "..." Mr. Jane, when did you become Sherlock Holmes?

Jian Ningxuan stared at her without speaking, waiting for her to confess.

An Bu rubbed against him, took his hand, and placed it lightly on his abdomen: "Here, I'm slightly injured."

Jian Ningxuan slowly squatted down, knelt down on one knee, hugged her waist, and pressed her face to her abdomen, as if healing her.

An Bu only felt a warmth in his abdomen, and the injured area seemed to have a dull pain, and then was comforted by a warm current.

The person in his arms has no heartbeat, no pulse, no breathing, no breath that any living person should have. Although Jian Ningxuan tried her best not to care, she still felt fear in her heart, as if she would never wake up if she closed her eyes. He couldn't do anything but share with her everything he could feel.

"Mr. Jian." An Bu stretched out a finger and poked the top of his head, "If you hold on, I'll be pregnant."

Jian Ningxuan: "..."

"When a litter of kittens is born, I won't be your **** shoveler alone."

Jian Ningxuan let go of her, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she looked at her softly. His steps are still so energetic.

"Step by step, promise me one thing."

"what?"

"Don't have another cat."

"..."

The next day, Jian Ningxuan asked someone to pack up, leave the Jagway Forest with An Bu, return to Pros City, and check into a hotel.

In a luxurious suite, Jian Ningxuan opened the notebook and began to read the chip An Bu found.

The files in the chip are set up with a password lock, but for him, who is good at hacking, unlocking is not difficult. After dozens of minutes, the password lock was unlocked, and folders appeared on the screen one by one. Folders are all code-named, and you have to open them to know what's inside.

Jian Ningxuan opened the earliest folder according to the creation time.

"Huh?" An Bu's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw the content on the page.

This folder records the developmental process of an embryo. Although the complex data cannot be understood, the pictures and text descriptions are clear at a glance.

After reading it, Jian Ningxuan and An Bu frowned at the same time.

This turned out to be a whimsical human experiment that Mo Dongxiao and Yuan Jingyun performed on themselves. They use their knowledge to give birth in a planned way, trying to raise a child with high IQ. However, it backfired. After the child was born, there was a serious genetic defect, and drugs had to be used to maintain life. After the age of two, her IQ was not particularly outstanding. The couple were extremely disappointed. They originally planned to conduct a second embryo experiment, but unexpectedly discovered that the child's blood had a very special effect. So, they changed their research direction.

The research materials about blood were recorded in other folders, and the two had not had time to read them. But what is certain is that the object of their research is their daughter, Molly.

"What do they think of Molly? An experiment?" An Bu's impression of the couple suddenly fell to the bottom.

Molly is so cute. Although she doesn't have the so-called high IQ, she is well-behaved and sensible and nurtured well. She may not be able to achieve a career and have a bright future in the future. Mo Dongxiao and his wife only thought about their own research and did not treat Molly as a daughter at all.

How is the result? They successfully developed a special medicine, but it led to fatalities and also implicated other innocent people.

If they publish this research, what will Molly do? Sent to a research institution to be a source of blood supply for a lifetime?

"These materials must not be made public." An Bu's tone was firm.

Jian Ningxuan nodded in agreement.

Molly's blood has powerful effects, and if used properly, it can indeed benefit all mankind. But people are unpredictable, and no one can guarantee that they will not hurt others for their own desires. Those members of the research team who were killed are the best proof.

An Bu didn't even want to rescue Mo Dongxiao anymore. Who knew if he would bring danger to Molly after he was rescued?