As for Mr. Mei becoming a Taoist priest and abandoning his children, in his opinion, he was a scoundrel.
But he suddenly realized that when his son said that, he no longer included himself among the suspects he suspected, leaving only the Mei siblings. He felt a little better, thinking that this wicked child who dared to kill his father at such a young age was not a fool after all.
But then Nie Zhao said something else that made Nie Rong feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He added, “Mei Baoshan, you must know that in 1933, your maternal grandfather served in the Expeditionary Force in Northeast China. He was also a professor of bioengineering and chemistry, and achieved remarkable results in scientific research.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mei Baoshan suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with hostility and astonishment.
He probably didn't expect Nie Zhao to be able to investigate so deeply, even digging up his maternal grandfather's past.
Nie Rong was also suddenly surprised. Her lips opened and closed repeatedly, mechanically and silently shutting.
Chen Rou was startled. Her hand was warmed by Nie Zhao's forehead, so she gave him a cool one. At the same time, she beckoned with her finger, and Kuang Zai, who had been keeping a close eye on everything, immediately ran over and handed her the gun.
But Chen Rou didn't ask for the gun. Instead, she gestured to the Snow Maple Blade not far away.
The Taiwanese man then handed over the knife, taking a moment to remind Chen Rou, "Be careful with your hands, you'll get hurt."
Kwong didn't know what had happened, but he had a bad feeling, so he pushed Wan Daozai and pushed him away.
Although Chen Rou had always been interested in the story of Chairman Han Yuzhu, it was just interest. But now, she was so eager to hear what happened next that she asked Nie Zhao, "Are you sure?"
In Northeast China during the 1930s, the Expeditionary Force, in terms of biology and chemistry, consisted of only one team—a team that was infamous worldwide for its numerous atrocities.
Or, to put it more accurately, it's like a virus culture dish.
This was the first time Chen Rou had ever considered stabbing someone without any threat to her personal safety; her knife was eagerly awaiting its chance.
Nie Zhao dared to say this, so of course he had evidence to support his theory.
He looked at his father again, his tone still calm: "1933, Northeast China, as shrewd as you are, have you investigated these matters?"
The large white mask made his eyes appear even deeper and colder, like a deep pool. He asked again, "Do you know that your wife's maternal grandfather was a biologist and chemist who was familiar with viruses such as plague, anthrax, and smallpox, as well as radioactive elements such as radium, uranium, cobalt, and polonium?"
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