After sitting for a while, he felt that Dr. Han was really asleep, so he carefully used the j1 ability universal dashboard to see how Dr. Han was feeling.

Emotion ratio:

Pleasure 50%

Curious 30%

tease 18%

xing desire 2%

"..."

Measured such strange mood data, Xiao Tun is also very confused. Although he can detect the target's mood, he can't judge who this mood is when facing, and his mind is confused for a while, guessing whether Doctor Han will There is a relationship.

"What's the test?" A pleasant and peaceful voice sounded in my ear.

Xiao Tun froze, Dr. Han's face was next to him, and he could even see the fluff on his face.

"Are you testing me?" Han Xingqian asked softly with a smile on his lips, "Your pheromone smells good, sunflower."

Xiao Yun lowered his head.

"The mimosa is more suitable for you." Han Xingqian used the ballpoint pen cap to straighten his folded collar.

"That...xing desire..."

"Huh? Measured this? But this value is very low in alpha. You might as well test Instructor Bai."

Han Xingqian's calm attitude made Xiao Tun feel that he was narrow-minded. Since Dr. Han said so, he secretly measured Bai Chunian's emotional value.

xing wants to change rapidly in the range of 90%~50%

Crazy 10%~50% range changes rapidly

The numerical panel of the universal instrument panel is cluttered to the point of obscurity.

Han Xingqian looked at the puppy whose face was gradually turning red, and pressed his index finger to his lips to hold back a smile: "See, normal alphas are like this."

Xiao Xun quickly closed the universal instrument panel, it was terrible.

Han Xingqian comforted softly: "The glands that are often hit by alpha pheromones will cause some allergic symptoms. You can get closer to me, so that the pheromone sent by the male lion will not rush to you."

"Oh." Xiao Xun rubbed a little closer to him.

There were only the two of them in the last row. The bus bumped slightly on the road. After a while, Xiao Xun became sleepy, and closed his eyes while holding his backpack.

The half of the snow-white wings on the left stretched out from behind Han Xingqian and gently covered Xiao Tun.

The bus took them to the outside of the terminal building. Bai Chunian's entire team called and checked the number of people. After a while, a Land Rover stopped in front of them.

"I should have come to see you off." Witch Hazel pushed open the co-pilot door and got out, "But I got lost when I was looking for the bus, and when I got there, you were already gone."

"So polite, who brought you here?" Bai Chunian glanced at the driver's seat, the mummy put her hands on the steering wheel and turned her head to face them.

Witch worm moved the spider silk between his fingers, the mummy stopped the car and turned off the engine, got out of the driver's seat, opened the trunk, took out a suitcase from it, and moved it to Witch worm.

Hamamelis opens the suitcase and gives him the gift.

Inside are some things woven from spider silk. The golden worm knitted a shirt for Bai Chunian, a pair of ear warmers for Lu Yan, ice sleeves for Bi Lanxing, knee pads for Xiao Xun, and a pair for Lan. Po knitted a pom-pom hat that went over the tip of his tail.

"The president said that it's still cold there, and my silk is very warm and tough." Witch Hazel told them in a slow and soft voice, "My brother and I will also help the president to share some trifles when you are away."

The passenger plane took off, and Bai Chunian saw through the window the smaller and smaller scenery below. The witch and the mummy waved to them while sitting on the roof of the car.

Lan Bo was much calmer than the first time he took the plane, and sat beside Bai Chunian with his seat belt on.

"Cute." Rimbaud likes the little hat woven by witch hazel very much. He wears it on the tip of his tail and shakes it, and the pom poms sway with it.

"You're right." Bai Chunian looked at the sky outside the window. "Some people are willing to face the future, and some people are willing to stay in the past. I only realized today that death does not mean forgetting."

"I went to investigate. The property under Shao Wenjing's name was transferred by himself. Maybe he knew that there was a lot of misfortune. He left all the money to Witch Hazel."

Bai Chunian found a document on the tablet and showed it to Lan Bo, "And I found a U disk sealed with spider silk from the bottom of the bed in his secret room. The technical department cracked the U disk, which contained Shao Wenjing. The clues about the institute from the investigation that year."

"What did you write?"

"This is the document that Shao Wenjing summed up by himself during his lifetime," Bai Chunian pointed out to him, "Eight years ago, the executive of the 109 Research Institute, Hummingbird Ai Lian, is now the leader of the research institute."

"Do you remember the document a we got in the atwl exam, it is about a hurricane virus plague in the early seventeenth century, after which people grew glands, a European magician performed floating magic in public, and finally When it grew wings and flew away, some doctors believed that the magician had reached the M2 level at that time, and the glands had awakened as hummingbirds."

"That document didn't mention the magician's gender. My habitual thinking intuition is that it is an alpha. But it may also be an omega. The probability of an omega leaving a gland descendant of the same race as himself is much greater than that of an alpha."

"There are many human beings with hummingbird glands." Rimbaud didn't think his mind-hopping association made any sense. "Even if Ellen is the descendant of the hummingbird magician, what would happen."

"If it can be proved that they are related by blood, it can confirm many of my conjectures." Bai Chunian said, "At first, I also thought that they made special operations weapons just to make arms money, but not necessarily."

"You see, Witch Hazel is the experimental body they modified in the early days, and their initial experimental target was only humans."

"What about Snake Eyes?"

"His median number is 5, which means that the degree of mimicry between his initial form and his final form is 50%. Like you, you changed from a manta ray to a manta ray, and the degree of mimicry is also 50%, so you numbered 857."

"What do you want to say."

"I thought Snake Maiden was originally a snake. After he was transformed, he grew a human mimicry in his upper body. Is it possible that he was originally a human, and the snake tail appeared after the transformation. In that case, his median number would still be 5."