Chapter 5959 Mikhail
Tu Lanxun said, "Where is Tao Si?"
The bronze lynx uttered a sneer with a metallic echo, and its belly lit up, as if it was holding a ball of cold flame, which condensed into Tao Si's face, a confused face, as if it had just woken up.
But before Tu Lanxun could walk over, the copper lynx's stomach was extinguished, and it said, "Let's talk about the terms."
It now holds a lot of hostages. N's expression tells Tu Lanxun that he might be able to control it and ensure the safety of all souls, but he still decides to talk to the Bronze Lynx.
Because the Bronze Lynx had what he wanted.
The bronze lynx said, "I can release these souls, but you have to agree to one condition. No, one and a half."
The first condition he mentioned surprised Tu Lanxun. Lynx actually told N, "You have to control me so I don't fall back into their hands."
N stared at the floor with his shattered eyes, neither saying yes nor no. Lynx spoke more quietly than he did, saying, "If I hadn't come here, I might have become their tool again. Neither you nor I want to see that happen."
Is there anything special here?
Tu Lanxun suddenly remembered that there was a haunted house of Lu Jiasui's family here. Because the whole family was wiped out, the aura of death was particularly strong. In N's words, it formed a field.
So, the Bronze Lynx actually doesn't want to be controlled by Deshi Hospital? Is it hiding here specifically to maintain its self-awareness?
N didn't question it, but nodded. "Anything else?" He was a little impatient and urged, "Mikhail, you'd better finish what you want to say at once."
"Yes, just helping to isolate them from control isn't enough to exchange for so many souls." The copper lynx's belly lit up, and a smile appeared on its face. The metal cat face didn't move, but Tu Lanxun felt it was smiling. "There's still something left. You have to help me investigate something. It's very dangerous."
N couldn't stand it any longer: "Stop playing dumb and keep talking!"
Bronze Lynx spoke like pouring beans: "I have a list, but it's incomplete. I took a last look at it when I lost control, and I only remember the first half. Have you heard of the human flesh fruit? That coward, Golden Mirror, should have told you."
It kept chattering: "It is as soft as gold, but not as valuable as gold, hum."
Since the bronze lynx didn't look too ferocious, Tu Lanxun couldn't help but interject, "Is the human flesh fruit, like yours, a tool for extracting souls for medicinal purposes?"
"Oh, young lady," Bronze Lynx said slowly, imitating a dubbing accent. "You know quite a lot, but it's a pity that this isn't the right word. What does the word 'human flesh fruit' remind you of? What kind of fruit can human flesh produce?"
Tu Lanxun was stumped by the question: Can human flesh bear fruit? Is it referring to a tumor?
Tang Weining almost got pregnant with a tumor.
"Stupid!" The bronze lynx shouted before she could say anything. "Of course the fruit of human flesh is human organs! Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys! Brain!"
Tu Lanxun was surprised: "Organ transplant?"
The bronze lynx laughed again, its eyes gleaming like gemstones. "Yes, you've been to a meat processing plant, haven't you? Do they kill people and only use their souls, throwing away those fresh, lively bodies as waste? Make the most of them."
"This, this is illegal," Tu Lanxun said, but her words sounded rather dull. She quickly added, "If they kill someone, they'll try to smooth it over and make it seem like they won't be held accountable. But if they take someone's organs, it's hard to say. Take Zhang Xiaohuai or Tao Si, for example. It's unlikely that their organs would end up in the hands of Deshi Hospital, right?"
Organ donation requires a very complicated series of commitment procedures.
He Hua An Ning and Gao Shan Yang Zhi would never allow this to happen. If they could get past these two wealthy parents and make the best use of their children, those who could do that would no longer be criminals, but terrorists!
But if the victim is not of such high status, but just an ordinary person, or even has no relatives or friends to investigate...
Tu Lanxun felt cold sweat dripping from behind his ears.
"You understand, don't you?" The Bronze Lynx scoffed, a hint of sadness in its laughter. "That half of the list contains ordinary people, poor people, those whose status doesn't protect them. Unlike the one in my belly, who has lost half his soul, but the other half can still carry on with his body, living a mad life."
He was referring to Tao Si, and then continued, "But for everyone on the list, not only will their souls be used as medicine, but their bodies will also be used completely."
Tu Lanxun asked with difficulty, "Do you want us to investigate this matter?"
It's not that she didn't want to take care of it, but she didn't expect that the Bronze Lynx would be so noble.
The bronze lynx nodded in agreement; that was what it thought.
"As long as you protect the people on the list, expose their crimes of organ transplant trafficking, and bring the police into the scene, I will return these souls to you," said the Bronze Lynx.
Tu Lanxun subconsciously asked: "How many people are on the list?"
It replied: "Not many, I only saw the first half, I didn't see the last few, I remember about ten or so."
N said, "It's too much. We don't have that much time. You have to release the person first. If the soul is out of the body for too long, there will be sequelae."
Seeing that the two did not refuse, the bronze lynx turned around happily, and an illusory shadow emerged from the bronze statue. Tu Lanxun was shocked when he saw his true appearance for the first time.
No wonder N called him Mikhail. He was a mixed-race with short brown hair with a hint of magenta. He was tall and strong, with a smiling face. He looked like the sunny young man in a hoodie and jeans in the movies, and was proficient in at least two sports.
The first word that popped into Tu Lanxun’s mind was: big golden retriever.
Mikhail bowed slightly towards Tu Lanxun, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her. "I'll have to explain it to you in detail." He stretched his arms and legs, his entire body as sturdy as a small truck. "I can show up, but if I'm not here, I can't get out."
Mikhail came face to face with the bad news. Most of the dozen or so names were dead. Now there were only three people left alive, and they were the last three people in the first half of the list.
Chen Yizhou, 30 years old, male, is a bricklayer at a construction site in Lucheng.
Wu Long, 20 years old, male, a recent graduate from a vocational school.
Du Ziyuan, 28 years old, female, white-collar worker in a small company.
"These are the only three people left." Mikhail sighed, then smiled. Tu Lanxun found it hard to imagine anyone smiling in such a situation. He said, "Not only do I need you to save these three, but I also hope you can find evidence that Deshi Hospital harmed them, and expose it. Smash it until it's completely destroyed."
Tu Lanxun understood that they had to catch the criminals at Deshi Hospital, which was the scene where at least one of the three people was killed.
She felt that Mikhail treated N and her as wishing lanterns, and pointed out: "This is a highly difficult operation. If there is a mistake, it may be too late to save people." She might even be mistaken for a bad guy by the police.
Mikhail didn't care. Perhaps he had seen too many deaths and didn't care about one or two people. He just wanted Deshi Hospital to die. So he said, "The tolerance rate is acceptable."
Tu Lanxun glanced at N and found that N was also looking at her. Somehow, she and this annoying guy with broken eyes had already reached a tacit understanding. They both nodded in unison, "Okay."
Tu Lanxun added, "But you'd better give something to show your sincerity first. As a deposit."
Mikhail laughed and said to N, "Your companion is very smart. Now that I am sincere, I am willing to accept Nightingale's control. Except for harming people and releasing souls prematurely, I will do whatever you want me to do."
When he said this, he even glanced at Tu Lanxun, his eyes shining with interest, and he suggestively straightened his huge chest muscles.
N frowned.
What Mikhail said about letting N control him was actually a bit similar to the stack push and pop in programming. He was undoubtedly under the control of Deshi Hospital now, but he was near the murder house where the deathly aura blocked that kind of control.
He can only let N's control replace the original control, just like replacing the water in a pipe with oil, using one to replace the other.
Only a very powerful ghost could do this, so Mikhail found N.
N agreed, and the two prepared to perform the ceremony on the spot. He took out the pocket watch with a cold expression but a serious look.
"Actually, the method used to control me is similar to how we absorb souls." Mikhail joked with Tu Lanxun, explaining the situation on the spot. "It's to absorb a part of my soul, the most core part, into N's soul, making me his... vassal. Hmm, I don't like that term."
The necessary condition for the ceremony to be established is the willingness of both parties.
Tu Lanxun asked: "How did you wake up in the first place?" Weren't you always under control?
Unlike the Golden Mirror, who was a voluntary slave, Mikhail was completely in control and did those things unconsciously.
If Mikhail's awakening was triggered by coming to Genting Highlands, then why did he come to this area? Has Deshi Hospital already located him near the convenience store? Her fingers clenched the corner of her clothes.
Mikhail smiled and turned to N. "Man, she's really something." He scratched his head and bent down slightly, trying to be at the same height as Tu Lanxun. "Honestly, I don't know. I just woke up suddenly the other day. I felt someone scratching me."
He finally concluded that he might have been dreaming for too long and woke up because he was tired.
N was already prepared. He took out two scalpels, which were obviously not ordinary things, as they were shining silver.
The first knife was used on Mikhail, cutting into his stump-like arm, and a liquid like silver moonlight flowed out. Mikhail screamed in pain, but N stopped him coldly. N continued to cut, moving the knife from his left arm all the way to his heart.
Then, a strand of silver was pulled out from Mikhail's crack.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Mikhail screamed, tensing his whole body to prevent himself from interfering with N's actions.
He was not missing any limbs, but his soul had become a little illusory, and the silver light would probably be attached to N.
N nodded, his long black-gloved fingers playing with the silver thread. "Your connection with that place has been severed. You need to hurry. If you're not taken in, it might attract investigation. Bear with the pain."
N raised another scalpel, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a firm, snow-white arm, and prepared to place Mikhail in his right arm.
Just then, something strange happened.
Before the scalpel touched N's skin, a loud and shrill singing suddenly came from under the feet of the three people.
It was Aunt Lu's voice.
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