“Sizzle…”
A gorgeous pink sports car stopped at the entrance of the nightclub. The door opened and a pair of long legs wrapped in black stockings stretched out from the car.
The black pointed leather shoes have a shiny surface, and are embellished with a few crystals that sparkle.
Monica shook her long golden wavy hair and gestured with her hand: "Professor Karl, please get out of the car!"
"That's not necessary."
Carl, who was dressed in a formal suit that didn't fit in with the noisy streets, got down from the passenger seat and sighed helplessly: "People of my age are no longer suitable to come to this kind of place, and please don't call me professor."
Professor is a respectful title.
It is only used to refer to people who have made significant contributions to science or top scholars from top universities.
Of course, Carl, who has not achieved any success in his research, cannot be called a success.
"With Mr. Karl's theoretical level, it's only a matter of time before he becomes a professor." Monica said with a smile:
"It's my honor to invite you. Of course we have to celebrate."
"please!"
Unlike her formal attire and social elite look during the day, Monica at this moment shows off her exaggerated figure.
Sexy!
Gorgeous!
Graceful and graceful!
The bright lipstick and heavy eye makeup do not make her look vulgar, but instead exude youthful vitality.
As for Carl...
He had white hair, wrinkles on his cheeks, walked slowly, and had already acquired the demeanor of an old man.
"Dear lady!"
“Stop the car!”
Monica threw the car keys in her hand to the waiter who came to greet her, and twisted her body to walk into the nightclub.
"Professor Karl, your colleagues have been waiting inside for a long time."
"well!"
Carl sighed and followed.
“Boom!”
“Crack…”
“…”
After passing through two iron doors used for soundproofing and defense, a burst of colorful lights suddenly appeared in front of us, accompanied by various noisy sounds.
“This way!”
Monica yelled from the front.
The two people were not far apart, but they had to shout to be heard clearly, so you can imagine how chaotic the sound was.
Carl's mouth twitched.
He really couldn't understand why anyone would like this kind of place. The key point was that he also liked it when he was young.
Passing through the crowd of people twisting their waists, he was led by Monica to a booth in the dark.
There are already several young people waiting here.
"Monica!"
"Rayli!"
"Blaze!"
“…”
"Let me introduce you." Monica pulled Karl over and said loudly:
"This is Professor Carl, who does biodiversity research. He will be your colleague from now on."
?
Karl opened his mouth, but did not correct the other party's introduction. He stretched out his hand and nodded to the few people:
"Karl Bergmann, a teacher who does research on the side."
"Teachers are part-time." Monica put her arm around Karl's shoulders and said seriously:
"Research is your main job. That's why I paid you a lot of money. I look forward to your research success."
"Monica." Carl shrugged.
"You'd better temper your expectations. Not all research will bear fruit."
"Actually..."
“Most of the research is trial and error.”
"That's true." The man named Blaise stood up, shook hands with Carl, and said:
"I have been doing research for more than ten years, but still have not had any success."
"That's because you have money." Monica curled her lips:
"I'm investing in myself, so of course I'm not in a hurry to get any results. I'm an investor in the company."
"Heh..." Blaise smiled: "What kind of research is Mr. Karl doing?"
"About the origin of life." Carl shook hands with Ruili, who had long blue hair, and sat down. He said:
"There are also DNA, RNA...and the effects on the tissues and organs of organisms."
"Most of the research in this area is theoretical, and there aren't many concrete results. How could Monica be willing to invest in it?"
Monica rolled her eyes.
"I know what DNA and RNA are?" Ruili asked curiously, "Mr. Carl, please forgive my ignorance in this area. I am a history teacher in the college."
"There is some relationship between the two. You can understand it in terms of gene regulation and genetic information." Karl said:
"Current research has shown that genetic information is mainly determined by DNA, but I have a different opinion..."
"Oh!" Blaise sat up straight:
"Why?"
"The functions of various organs in the human body are different, but they all come from the same place, and the choice of genes is very important," Carl explained:
"According to existing theories, genetic information is fixed. Some people are born with six fingers or deformities due to a few genetic mutations..."
"The choice of genetic information is very important, DNA..."
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"Enough!" Monica stroked her forehead:
"This is not a place for you to discuss scientific research, but a place for you to relax and enjoy yourself."
"That's right!" Blaise stood up, bent down, and stretched out his hand to Monica: "Beautiful Miss Monica, do I have the honor to dance with you tonight?"
"Can."
Monica brushed her long hair and lowered her wrists.
After she danced twice and returned to the booth, she saw Karl tasting wine obediently.
Ruili and Blaise each found a target to play with.
"Teacher Karl."
Shrugging, Monica said, "Have you always been this boring?"
"That's not the case." Carl shook his head. "It's just that I'm getting older and my hormone levels are decreasing. Many things are no longer enough to arouse my interest."
"I'm different from you. Even if I want to do something now, I have to consider my physical condition first."
Monica raised an eyebrow.
She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she felt that there was something else behind the other person’s words.
"It seems that it was a mistake for me to call you here by force. How about taking you to an upper-class restaurant next time?"
"Let's talk about it later."
"Then I'll go play by myself?"
"Have fun."
Monica smiled and twisted her body to blend into the crowd.
A tall white man noticed her presence, licked his lips, and moved closer.
"Beautiful lady."
The big man stretched his hands towards the slender waist dishonestly, leaned close to the neck and took a deep breath of the fragrance, and whispered: "Do you want me to play with you?"
"Um..." Monica turned around, her beautiful eyes flickering: "Can you do it?"
"I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" The big man grinned, "There is no woman who doesn't like me after tasting me."
"Oh!" Monica's eyes lit up:
"It's not very convenient here, how about we go to the back?"
"Of course!" The big man was ecstatic. He put his arms around her waist and squeezed through the crowd towards the back alley of the nightclub.
soon.
“Squeak!”
Monica touched the blood at the corner of her mouth, her two protruding fangs slowly retracted, and she reached out to push down the corpse beside her.
"Pooh!"
"A drug addiction really dirty my stomach!"
…………
“Even a young woman at the peak of her physical fitness cannot jump for that long without sweating.”
Carl picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Vampire..."
"Without the gods, all kinds of demons and monsters come out, but they don't seem to be evil."
"Um?"
Just as he whispered, two figures approached the booth.
"handsome guy!"
"Alone?"
Both women have curvaceous figures, and as for their looks...
Not to mention the messy lighting here, just the foundation is so thick that it’s hard to see the facial features.
Carl looked up and sighed helplessly.
This taste...
Still vampires! But unlike Monica, the smell of these two people is full of decay, decline and madness.
It is completely different from the creature called 'human'.
Could this nightclub be a place for vampire hunting? (End of this chapter)