mother of all races

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Many small wounds made the cut surface of this piece of minced meat fragmented and mottled.

No matter what Bryce thought, he couldn't think of any weapon that could make a similar mark.

unless……

Unless it's a bug bite.

It seemed that a voice said coldly in his heart.

Bryce shook his head, as if that would get the idea out of his head.

John Bronson was the ship's head chef before he went mad, and even though he had become so emaciated since then, he was still a big man in terms of skeleton.

How many bugs would it take to gnaw a man like John into such a ghost overnight?

This kind of speculation is really ridiculous.

Bryce said to himself.

After collecting the required corpse samples, he quickly walked towards the door.

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly bumped into the man at the door.

That was Sorian, who had been carefully observing the interior of the confinement room at the door, and when he met Bryce, his gaze was even more sharp like a dagger.

"The person who should die is obviously your brother."

Sorian whispered softly to Bryce.

Upon hearing this sentence, Bryce's fists were clenched at the side, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at Sorian fiercely.

For a moment, he almost couldn't control his emotions, and directly fought the damn bastard.

But thinking of the increasingly tense atmosphere on the Helios, Bryce forcibly suppressed his temper.

"I don't want to talk to crazy people."

Bryce said.

He didn't intend to entangle with the other party.

Until Sorian said that to him...

"My dad took me to that exhibition when I was a kid. John Bronson was there, as I found out later..."

The author has something to say:

John and Sorian are not father and son ha...

It's just that both of them were at the exhibition at the time.