Thirty-six feathers

When Ye Linghan sat in the back row, he had a clear view of everything within his sight.

Jiang Wanru hasn't changed much compared to a few years ago. Instead, she looks younger and her skin is well maintained. If you look closely, she looks somewhat similar to Liao Xihe.

She was dressed very smartly, wearing a white shirt with wide-leg flared pants, her hair was tied up in a low bun, and her every move and smile revealed a cool charm.

If we look at her by the age standards of ordinary people, she looks to be around 30 years old.

As the class bell rang, Jiang Wanru said, "Good afternoon, classmates."

The voice is warm and clear like a spring.

"Hello, teacher." The students below responded to her in unison.

She held a laser pointer, and the long red paper beam was pointed at the screen.

"Classmates, today we're going to talk about gene chains. Growing up, you've all probably heard your family mention this more or less. In the world we live in, higher races are traditionally divided into three categories."

"They are the vampires, the human race, and the blood hunters. What determines which category we belong to is determined by our genetic chain."

"Gene chains are the most wonderful things in this world, because many parts of our bodies are extremely similar to the universe. When people's eyes are illuminated by light, they seem to be shining like stars, as gorgeous as the Milky Way. And gene chains are like the predetermined trajectories formed when planets chase after stars, intertwined and entangled with each other..."

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The two small classes were combined into a complete class. For an hour and a half, Ye Linghan just sat quietly in the corner of the last row, exploring everything in front of him.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jiang Wanru just finished saying the last word of the lesson.

The bell stopped ringing, and Jiang Wanru said with a smile: "Okay, students, our class ends here today. Thank you for your hard work."

The students stood up and walked out, saying in a random and unstructured manner, "Goodbye, teacher."

But among the crowd that poured out was Ye Linghan.

The students left the classroom one after another. Ye Linghan did not stand up until the last student left. He walked down the stairs slowly, step by step, towards the podium.

Jiang Wanru didn't look up, but calmly sorted out the courseware and the collected class assignments - a few untidy sheets of manuscript paper.

Finally, Ye Linghan walked up the last step, and Jiang Wanru looked up.

The moment he looked into her eyes, Ye Linghan sensed an emotion in her eyes that was different from that of others. This feeling was hard to describe, but it made his heart feel mixed emotions, as if he had fallen into an endless whirlpool, as if he would be swallowed up if he looked at her a few more times.

This person... is so scary.

Ye Linghan felt a chill down his spine and avoided looking at her.

Jiang Wanru said slowly, "How was my lecture? Was it okay?"

"Yeah." It's indeed good. This is what Ye Linghan really thinks. "If I take your class, I will definitely not fall asleep in class."

"If you were my student, I would definitely pass on everything I learned to him, just like I did to Zhao Tang."

At this time, Jiang Wanru's gaze changed from cold to no longer aggressive.

But Ye Linghan was not surprised that Jiang Wanru knew that he and Zhao Tang knew each other.

Seeing how calm he was when facing me, I knew he must have been fully prepared.

"Why?" Ye Linghan asked.

He couldn't imagine the calmness he felt from Jiang Wanru. Was it due to the passage of time, or was it because of certain experiences that forced her to become so indifferent?

Jiang Wanru didn't answer in a hurry. After turning off the power, she picked up the computer bag she brought with her.

After looking at it, Ye Linghan extended his hand like a gentleman, "Let me help you get it."

Jiang Wanru smiled and did not refuse, putting it naturally in Ye Linghan's hand.

"You're very smart." Jiang Wanru paused, then turned her head and murmured softly, "You also look like an old friend."

"What?"

Which old friend is it?

Ye Linghan actually heard it, but did not wait for an explanation.

She said she looked like someone she knew, so who was it?

Ye Linghan had made very few friends in the first twenty years of his life and didn't have many friends. He really couldn't think of any connection between himself and Jiang Wanru, and he also concluded that the old friend the other party was talking about must not be Zhao Tang.

Jiang Wanru didn't explain and didn't even turn her head. "Nothing, let's go. I'm tired."

Jiang Wanru is a teacher hired from outside the school, so she doesn't have to work in the office and can leave after class. Ye Linghan followed her to the underground garage.

"Teacher Jiang, could you please give me a ride?"

"Get in the car. It just so happens that I don't have anything to do today."

After getting in the car, Jiang Wanru calmly corrected him, "Just follow Zhao Tang and call me Senior Sister."

Ye Linghan agreed and sat in the passenger seat.

The car started and slowly drove out of the garage.

Ye Linghan raised his hand to block the uncomfortable glare when he first left the garage.

Suddenly he glanced at Jiang Wanru.

"Sister, don't you find it dazzling?" He raised his hand and lowered the sun visor for her.

Jiang Wanru asked back, "Should I feel irritated? Not everyone has the same reaction to the same thing. This was taught in class today. Why didn't you listen carefully?"

Ye Linghan replied calmly, "It seems that actual combat is more impressive."

Jiang Wanru raised the corners of her mouth, but did not respond.

"Sister, don't you ask me where I live?"

Jiang Wanru put away her smile and said expressionlessly, "You should ask me why I sent you back."

Ye Linghan's eyebrows twitched as he looked at the other person, feeling a bad premonition rising in his heart.

What does she mean by this...

"Don't worry, although I don't plan to send you back, I shouldn't be able to hurt you."

Jiang Wanru skillfully turned the steering wheel and drove towards a road that, in Ye Linghan's eyes, seemed to lead to nowhere.

Sure enough, she has vampire blood, her husband is the chief of the police station, and she can hide her identity so well. How can she be an ordinary person?

Fortunately, I was prepared and brought a gun. Although it is not fatal, if I get hit, I will definitely feel uncomfortable for a while.

Ye Linghan pondered, and based on his initial judgment, she should not be considered a high-level vampire, at most a middle or upper-level vampire, perhaps with similar strength to Duan Jiu.

So there is still some chance of winning, it's not too difficult.

However, he would not take action unless it was necessary. The gun was only the last resort. After all, he had a relationship with Liao Xihe, so he could not do anything too drastic.

Ye Linghan crossed his arms, using them as a shield, quietly unbuckled the seat belt, and then covered it with his palm to prevent anyone from seeing the flaw.

In this way, even if he encounters danger, he can always fasten his seat belt to save his life, and then he can also escape at any time.

Being in an unfamiliar place, he had to leave himself a way out. He originally just wanted to test the waters, but he didn't expect that things would develop in the worse direction he expected. It seemed that today was destined to end badly, and he only hoped that he could return safely to accompany Yin Chen.

As the car drove out of the city, the scenery along the way was surprisingly nice, lively and energetic, in stark contrast to the lifeless atmosphere in the car.

Ye Linghan tried to distract Jiang Wanru and started a conversation, "Senior Sister and Xiao Liao seem to be getting along very well."

"Of course, he is my son." The answer was cold and emotionless.

"Then will you watch him fall into danger?"

This statement successfully caught Jiang Wanru's attention. She glanced at Ye Linghan and immediately retorted, "Of course not."

"He is my son," she emphasized.

"But he's in trouble. There's a murder in East City, and we have no clue how to solve it."

Ye Linghan leaned his back against the backrest and turned his head to look at Jiang Wanru.

"Oh, I see. That's something you should consider. I don't know how to solve cases. Besides, I didn't let my son join you."

Although she has always emphasized that she loves Liao Xihe, she doesn't seem to care much about his movements. Those warm words seem to be just some kind of instructions that must be said.

"But isn't he your favorite son? You don't seem to care about him at all."

He even doubted whether Liao Xihe was her biological child. No mother could remain so calm upon hearing that her child was in danger.

"Yes." Jiang Wanru said firmly, "Aren't you going to return him to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Ye Linghan to reply, Jiang Wanru suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the numbers on the dashboard suddenly soared. Ye Linghan instantly felt an extremely strong push on his back. He exerted all his strength to control his body, and at the same time, his fingers tightly gripped the seat belt slot to prevent Jiang Wanru from suddenly braking.

He knew that if he asked to get off the car at this time, Jiang Wanru might agree, but seeing that the truth was about to come to light, how could he be willing to do so? He could only speed through this abyss and never return.

The car sped into an empty road, and the speed continued to increase with no sign of slowing down. Ye Linghan pretended to be calm. When facing life and death, no one would not be afraid, and he was no exception. But he could not reveal any flaws. In the game between the two sides, the one who got afraid first would definitely lose.

The numbers on the dashboard continued to rise, but Jiang Wanru suddenly laughed. Her ringing laughter mixed with the whistling wind outside the car, "Aren't you going to fasten your seat belt yet?"

It turns out she knew everything.

It was like a cool breeze rushing into the car, or as if her words were terrifying enough, a chill burst out from the soles of Ye Linghan's feet, flowing upstream and spreading throughout his body.

"When did you find out?"

"I knew it from the beginning. Not only that, I also knew about the pistol behind you."

As Jiang Wanru spoke, she did not loosen her grip on the car, which had already reached a speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

At this moment, the car body was already showing signs of floating, as if it was driving on the clouds. Ye Linghan felt his heart rising and falling with the bumps on the road, and he didn't even care about feeling the discomfort caused by motion sickness.

"Sister, why are you doing this? Even if you don't care about my life or death, what about your own life?"

Seeing that he was exposed, Ye Linghan simply stopped hiding it. He held the handle above his head tightly with his right hand, and then spoke anxiously and loudly to Jiang Wanru.

"Besides, you still have Liao Xihe."

He still called her "Senior Sister", but the reason he said that was not to awaken Jiang Wanru's conscience in this way, because that would be meaningless to a person at the end of his rope, and might even have a counterproductive effect.

On the contrary, it was because he admired Jiang Wanru from the bottom of his heart. No matter which one of her academic qualifications, identity and status was taken alone, it was rarely shaken.

He firmly believed that there must be some irresistible factors that caused a usually gentle person to suddenly lose control.

"I won't hurt you." Jiang Wanru said slowly, "I haven't let my son down either."

The last few characters, mixed with a roar, disappeared in the cyclone.

Ye Linghan tried to understand Jiang Wanru's thoughts, and it seemed that everything made sense again...

The car's speed was still increasing. He could clearly see that Jiang Wanru's knuckles were turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. He himself was the same. He didn't dare to fasten his seat belt completely, but he didn't dare to let go either. He was just in a stalemate.

"Liao Xihe, he's not your son, right?"

Ye Linghan suddenly asked, not knowing where he got the courage from.

Then he carefully observed the other person's expression.

After hearing this, Jiang Wanru's body trembled slightly, but it was difficult to detect with the naked eye. It could even be understood that it was caused by the bumps of the car at high speed.

She suddenly sneered, then burst into laughter, her eyes gradually becoming sharp, bright but murderous. In just a few seconds, the expression on her face turned into a wry smile, "Yes, that's right, so what?" She roared at the top of her lungs, her voice sharp but hoarse.

Ye Linghan didn't expect the other party to admit it so easily.

"He's not my son. Where is my son?" She asked in a questioning tone with a sense of madness. She raised her chin and gestured for Ye Linghan to look forward. "My child, there he is..."

He followed the other person's gaze, but there was nothing or anyone else in front of the car window except the endless vast road.

Fine beads of cold sweat instantly swept across Ye Linghan's back.