Make man

Professor Chen? The prosecution lawyer asked sharply, "Then how do you explain that you are not here to take the blame for Professor Chen today?" "

The professor shook his head slowly, and unexpectedly stretched out a finger to Niss: "I'm not talking about Professor Chen, but this captain, my adopted son."

Now it was Nice's turn to be dumbfounded.He and Chen Ou separated on the left and the right, and became two pillars of salt around the professor.

"I killed Wagundi because he lured my children to prostitutes. I believe you can find the relevant records from the statement of the police station. For convenience, I brought these materials." He pointed to the big screen, "Please Play the next file."

A video of two prostitutes and a male prostitute making statements was broadcast.Nice didn't mean to be ashamed at all. In fact, his whole body was already occupied by shock, and there was no room for other emotions.

"He hadn't turned 16 at the time," the professor added.Chen Ou knew what he said was true.The birthday on the ID card in Nice is not his real birthday, but the day he came to the house.When the whoring incident happened, his real age was indeed under 16 years old.

The prosecution lawyer spoke, and seemed to have finally sorted out his thoughts.

"I admit," he said, "that you had both public and private motives to kill Professor Wagundi. But since you are in such a physical condition, how are you going to convince the court that you did not kill Professor Wagundi? Helper? You can't even stand on your legs."

The professor smiled, and seemed not at all surprised to be asked this question.Chen Ou was the first to realize what he was going to do, and shouted "No!"

But it was too late, the professor stood up on his legs and faced everyone in the court.

He stood on a floor higher than the courtroom, so everyone could see his legs shaking and his body swaying like a boat in a hurricane.However, the fact is that he still stood still, looking down at the court.He looked more like a judge than a judge in a black robe.

"The genetic code engraved in the genes makes us, like other creatures on the earth, born with a strong desire to grow. The nature of some creatures is to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the next generation in the population to thrive. Why study genes?" Professor The voice is soft, as if talking to himself, and the hall is silent, "Because we want to make future generations better. You ask me what ability I have to kill Wagundi alone with this sick and disabled body? Why don't you ask Moses , have any ability to lead the Hebrews to the land of Canaan?" The professor paused and said, "When the descendants are in danger, ordinary people can perform miracles."

The prosecuting lawyer tried to speak, but the professor stopped him sternly, like an innocent student from interjecting.

"Look at the person you regard as the defendant!" The professor pointed at Chen Ou, and all eyes were on him, "The person you are watching is the most outstanding genetic scientist in the world, and he is more impressive than his research ability." What attracts attention is his youth. However, in the past five years, he has only written a handful of papers. In order to maintain the research institute, he has undertaken commercials, participated in TV dramas, acted as a clown, and tried his best to attract sponsors. In the past five years, He didn't take a single day off, and every penny was invested in the operation of the institute. What is more distressing than a talented young scientist learning nothing about business and finance, and studying tedious and lengthy contract terms?"

The professor gasped, his legs shaking violently.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Chen Ou." The professor looked at the tearful Chen Ou, and Nice felt that his voice was also choked up, "This lawsuit has been going on for three months. You should have been more decisive and resolute Dealing with all this hassle, like I am now. But you allow your time to be wasted. I can no longer contribute to scientific research, but you could." He paused, insisting to finish, "Always remember , to waste your own life is to commit a crime against science."

No one made a sound, no one even dared to breathe loudly.Everyone watched the eye contact of these two top scientists, and felt their contradictions and pains to varying degrees.

"By the way, do you think Chen Ou didn't think about the so-called side effects?" The professor who regained his calm nodded to the big screen, "Please play the next audio."

"Apoheba is a medicine given to mankind by God..." A thick male voice read out a sonorous and powerful advertisement.Then came Chen Ou's laughter, "It's too exaggerated, I think I have to rewrite it. But it's right, youth includes brain wisdom and physical vitality. Look at those little white mice! Sexual excitement is extraordinarily strong."

"You can use it as a selling point." The professor's voice.

"Never. Once the news gets out, the medicine will be taken as an aphrodisiac. I hope that Apohebo can reach the people who really need it." Chen Ou's voice.

"If the defendant embezzled the achievements of the deceased as you said, and deliberately did not label side effects in order to go public, how could he hide such a big selling point?" The professor's face was extremely pale, but he stared at everyone in the hall with piercing eyes.

The hall was silent.Finally, the judge spoke.

"Professor," he said, "your testimony is very complete, but some of the evidence you provided still needs to be verified. I propose to the jury that the court should be adjourned first, and the police should verify the authenticity of the evidence before making a verdict. "

The professor nodded, put the gun on the ground, and pushed it away with his foot.

"There are no bullets in the gun," he said. "Respect for law and order is the duty of every good citizen."

Everyone in the courtroom took his sarcasm well.

"This is really the strangest lecture on genetic science," a bailiff whispered.

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Chen Ou walked around the room anxiously.Two bailiffs were in charge of guarding him.It seemed to him almost a century before the lawyer appeared at the door.

"It's over." The lawyer said happily, "You were acquitted, and the judge declared that all the charges against Apo Heber were innocent. An old juror said to media reporters that it is recommended to amend the law and promote drugs with major curative effects. Get it on the market as soon as possible." He approached Chen Ou and said in a low voice, "Look, can you give me some experimental drugs? Although I don't have Alzheimer's disease, safe drugs that can bring sexual stimulation are rare on the market ..."

Chen Ou was not in the mood to listen to him.

"Where's the professor?" he asked.

The lawyer's face darkened.

"Murder is a felony..."

Chen Ou almost cried out.

"You don't understand," he said, "the professor will never allow himself to go to prison. He's been very ill lately..." He choked up, unable to speak, and walked out.

"Professor Chen," the lawyer stopped him with a very solemn expression, "I understand your feelings, but the professor has a life in his hands. The modern society ruled by law cannot tolerate him having the privilege of getting away with it. Now everyone says you have been wronged Genius, your reputation is unmatched, and you can almost run for the next district councilor. You shouldn't be..."

Chen Ou didn't look back.

"Between civic responsibility and ordinary people's emotions, I choose the latter. I hope you don't have to encounter a dilemma like mine in your life. I will organize a lawyer team immediately."

The lawyer looked at him silently.Chen Ou realized something and turned around slowly.

"What?" He sounded like a drowning man, taking his last bloody breath.

"The professor's performance in court has exhausted his physical strength and life span. The doctor said that he will not survive tonight. In other words, he has at most five or six hours to live." The lawyer said without expression.

☆、Chapter 57

Chen Ou nodded to the policeman guarding the door of the ward, pushed the door open and entered.

Not seen for only two hours, the professor was terribly weak.He lay there, breathing weakly, covered with a white sheet from his heels to his neck, his head slightly sunk in the white pillow, like a bubble about to burst floating on the iron bed with paint peeling off.

A nurse stood next to the ward, observing the numerous instruments, with many wires protruding from them, protruding into the bed sheet like tree roots.Chen Ou showed her the proof documents in his hand.The nurse seemed to be used to this kind of situation, cast a cold glance at him, took the documents and went out.

The professor struggled to open his eyes.Chen Ou lifted the bed sheet and took off no less than twenty monitoring probes from his body.The meter starts beeping.The professor smiled and turned his head slightly to one side, towards the window.

This is a ward dedicated to detaining prisoners. The windows are high, and the window sills are at the same level as Chen Ou's shoulders.Chen Ou squatted down and put his chin on the hospital bed, and found that from this height, he could only see the upper edge of the window and the ceiling, but not half of the sky.

He took off his coat, rolled up his shirt, and dragged the iron bed to the window.Fortunately, he is used to exercising, and the combination of the professor and the iron bed doesn't weigh much.Below the mattress is the bed board.He placed the only chair in the room welded by steel pipes on the bed, hugged the professor with both arms, stepped on the bed, and sat high on the chair.

It was the transition time between afternoon and dusk, and the sky was surprisingly blue.The entire sky seemed to be a huge experimental furnace, with bright blue flames burning everywhere.The setting sun shot into a golden beam of light.The professor opened his eyes wide and looked out the window greedily.An ominous gray appeared on his face, and the blood and vitality that belonged to a living person were rapidly fading away.Chen Ou held the professor in his arms and let his head rest on his shoulder.The professor was as light as a burning ember in a laboratory.

"Thousands of years ago, the same sunset also shone on Calvary." Chen Ou said, changing the angle of his arms to make the professor lean more comfortably.

Although it was very difficult, the professor still showed a knowing smile.At home, they often conversed like a puzzle, with Martin commenting that they had created their own system of slang.

"The deeper you understand... about religion, the deeper you will understand about human nature." The professor said intermittently, his eyes flickering with the light of wisdom, as if the decay of the body was just to make the fire of the soul burn more violently.

"Do you want me to call Nice to come in? He should be nearby." Chen Ou said, trying to hold back tears.

Nice is not the professor's adopted son, but Nice is the professor's biological son.

Although he didn't know how all this happened, this conclusion was absolutely true and there was no mistake.When the professor was ill, Chen Ou checked his allergens and compared the gene samples to the database, only to find out about it.Back then, if the professor hadn't insisted on protecting privacy and refused to put their genetic samples into the database, they would have discovered it more than ten years ago.

According to the professor's longing for Nice these days and his performance in court today, Chen Ou guessed that he already knew.The police were right that Wagundi's death was indeed highly related to the man-made creature.

The professor stared out the window.The setting sun gradually shrank its light and began to sink towards the horizon.The strong wind brought broken clouds like fish scales, which gradually appeared as a magnificent red glow in the reflection of the setting sun.

"I used my life to love...a person, but I couldn't be together." The professor's eyes were full of nostalgia, "Love and despair drove me crazy. I stole the gene of my beloved, fused with mine, and prepared for artificial insemination ...our...child. But at the last moment, I...stopped it." The professor shook his head in disgust, "Wagendi... stole my achievements, and used the beast factor...to desecrate...my lover and I Genetic crystallization. I... can't... forgive him."

Chen Ou reached out to hold his palm, and tears fell on his chest.

"You should have told me," he whimpered, "you should have consulted me when you found out."

The professor smiled hard.

"I have a moral... cleanliness," he gasped with difficulty, "thank you... for insisting on keeping Nice. His temper is sometimes... fierce... like me, look after me...him."

Chen Ou almost put his ears in front of the professor's lips.

"Unless you confess everything," he said. "Concealment is like cockroaches in the kitchen. Once you find one, you can always find more. Is that lady of yours, Madame Wagundy?"

The professor forced one last mocking smile.

"Who said...psychology...isn't science?" His voice was barely audible.

Outside the window, the scarlet sky gradually turned into a rich crimson purple.

"My words... are in the desk." The professor looked at Chen Ou.Chen Ou felt that he was losing temperature and consciousness little by little with the body in his arms.

Then the door opened.Ness walked in, a nurse following him.

"Professor Chen!" The nurse was shocked and ran forward, "You can't treat the patient like this! I trust you so much!"

Nice took out his ID, firmly asked the nurse to leave, and closed the door behind him.The room was dim, and Chen Ou, perched on a chair, was like a sculpture of despair.

Then Nice heard the professor say clearly: "Esau lost his birthright, but Isaac favored Esau and not Jacob."

In the midst of great grief, Chen Ou lowered his head and kissed the professor's lips reverently, feeling that what he encountered was a cluster of extinguishing flames.

The professor's smile froze on his lips, Chen Ou's shoulders tilted, his head hung above his face, and he remained motionless.

The last afterglow of the setting sun finally disappeared from the ward, and the darkness engulfed the figures in the room.

☆、Chapter 58

"The drug has passed the approval..."

"Those people are insane, Apo Hebe sold out..."

"Banks say loans can be rolled over and interest rates can be cut by another 50 basis points..."

""Celebrity" is going to shoot a set of photos..."

Chen Ou woke up with a start, and habitually groped into the bedside drawer.The noise from downstairs disturbed him, and he urgently needed medicine to help him sleep.

Although he had closed the door to thank the guests, he couldn't refuse the voice that stubbornly entered his ears.Since the professor's death, the music-filled world has suddenly rusted into a dump.The sound of creaking electric current, the sound of deformation of the floor, the opening and closing of the downstairs door, and the falling of flower petals outside the window. These soft noises that I had never noticed before are now sharp and piercing, which is more unbearable than the loud noise made by a dull chainsaw.He became increasingly dependent on sleeping pills, and normal doses were no longer effective for him.

The medicine bottle in the drawer was emptier than his current head.The sudden anger caused Chen Ou to squeeze the medicine bottle and prepare to go to the kitchen downstairs to get some spare medicine.

Opening the door, the whole world suddenly became quiet.The room opposite was pitch black.In the living room downstairs, a copper desk lamp was lit, emitting a dull light.Chen Ou walked into the kitchen and rummaged around for the medicine box.

"What are you looking for?"

Chen Ou turned his head, holding a bottle of sleeping pills in his hand.Nice, in an old T-shirt and jeans, stood in the kitchen doorway, frowning at him.

"You promised not to take any more medicine." He gently took the medicine bottle from Chen Ou's hand, "A cup of hot milk is more suitable for you."

"Did I say that?" Chen Ou said absent-mindedly, watching Nice skillfully heat up the milk, "One piece, one piece is enough, I need to rest. By the way, please keep everyone quiet, I can't sleep with such noise."

Nice's hand, which was pouring milk into the glass, stopped.

"It is one o'clock in the morning, and there is no one in the house but me and you. The notary and the lawyer will not come until nine o'clock in the morning. My name is Charles and Martin will be here then."

"Really?" Chen Ou murmured, a little unsure if he had an auditory hallucination just now, "I heard someone say that Apo Hebo passed the approval."

"That was already three weeks ago, just a week after the professor's funeral." Nice observed Chen Ou more carefully, without concealing his worry.

"What!" Chen Ou panicked, and then flew into a rage, "I missed the professor's funeral? Why didn't anyone notify me!" He shook off Nice's hand that was trying to support him, his face flushed with anger, and he swept the milk cup away fall to the ground.The scalding milk splashed and made Nice's arms turn red immediately.

Nice was motionless, and the expression on his face was indescribable.

The crisp sound of the broken glass brought back some of Chen Ou's sanity.

"Is that right..." He wanted to apologize, but was interrupted by Nice.

"You attended the funeral and you gave the funeral speech."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember at all." Chen Ou insisted on apologizing after finishing speaking, and found a burn ointment and applied it to Niss. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, "During this time, I... Did I speak well?"

"You told a few jokes about the professor's life." Nice's voice became dull.

"Professor, if Izumi knows, he will definitely mock my sense of humor." Chen Ou dealt with Nice's injury, "Are you laughing?"

Nice looked at him: "They were crying."

They looked at each other in silence.

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At nine o'clock in the morning, Chen Ou was dragged downstairs by Charles.He struggled desperately, but Ciel wasn't prepared to respect his will.

"The professor's will was announced today," said Shire. "Obviously you are the principal beneficiary and must be present."

Nice changed into a suit and sat on the couch by the window, far away from Chen Ou.The lawyer is an old friend of the professor and Chen Ou. After some polite greetings, he opened the will and read it out.

The professor's property is mainly 70% of the shares of the Institute, the private residence at No. 15 Fenglin Avenue, and the collection of rare books and artworks placed in this private residence.First of all, the lawyer announced that the professor established a private foundation specializing in the research and treatment of children with autism. Its daily funds and investment expenditures come from dividends of [-]% of the shares in the research institute under his name.The chairman of the foundation is Shire...

"What!" Charles jumped up, "This old man! He didn't even discuss it with me. Where am I free?"

"'For this reason, I donate 1% of the shares of the research institute under my name to my little friend Shire, thank him for the laughter and warmth he brought, and wish him to remain innocent and enthusiastic forever. People who can live a long life with these two precious qualities Very rare. May he rewrite this history.'" The lawyer finished, looking at Charles. "If you have a disagreement, you can do so now."

Charles gaped, staring at the lawyer.

"1%?" He grabbed Chen Ou's arm and repeated incredulously, "Entrusted to manage the institute's 15% share income? James will be mad about it! I really want to see my father's expression when he hears the news !"

Everyone stared at him.Then Charles found that the focus of eyes in the room was not him, but Chen Ou beside him.

"Ah!" Charles slowly let go of Chen Ou's arm, a little embarrassed.

Chen Ou was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Nice came over and sat beside him, put his arm around his shoulders, and handed him a pack of tissues.Chen Ou realized that his face was covered with tears.

The lawyer cleared his throat loudly and continued reading.

"'I leave No. [-] Fenglin Avenue and all the art collections, books, and personal items in the house to...'" He paused and glanced at Chen Ou, "Martin, thank you for his company over the years, he I am the most loyal friend and most reliable family member of No. [-] Maplewood Avenue. If others want to take one or two things from my belongings as a souvenir, I will ask Martin to decide for himself."

Everyone was very surprised, the most surprising was Martin himself.

"How is it possible?" He asked excitedly, "Where is Chen Ou going to live? Besides, what is the use of this house, and I can't sell it! House repairs, property taxes, utility bills... I know very well that we must maintain this house. How much does it cost to keep the house running properly every year!"

The lawyer waited patiently for him to return to normal.

"'If Martin wants to sell this house, I personally suggest that the selling price should not be less than the equivalent value of 1% of the institute's equity. Out of stock, the total valuation of the research institute has now reached..." He counted, "Therefore, the research institute is now the most valuable unlisted company in China."

"My God," murmured Shire, who received 1% of the research institute's equity, "next time my father calls, I can kindly ask him not to think about my inheritance rights, and the current money is enough for me to squander three lifetimes. Thanks You, Professor!"

"'In addition to the above-mentioned relics, I leave the lily-shaped desk in the study to Chen Ou. It contains our common memories.'" The lawyer proceeded to the next part.

People who were still shocked by the value of the institute waited eagerly for him to read on, feeling that they were about to witness the birth of a richest man in the country.But the lawyer stopped talking.

"It's over?" After being quiet for a while, Charles said incredulously, "Is this the end?"

The lawyer nodded, "This is all that the will mentions about Professor Chen."

Charles became excited: "How is that possible?" He said loudly, "The professor is equivalent to depriving Chen Ou of his inheritance rights! What about the rest of the shares in the institute?"

The lawyer cleared his throat again: "I'm about to read this part. In fact, when I participated in drafting the will, I had a premonition that there might be disputes, so I persuaded the professor to notarize the will." He looked at the will, "Professor Holds 70% of the shares of the research institute, of which 15% was allocated to establish a foundation, 1% was given to Mr. Charles Louis, and the remaining 54% of the shares were owned by..." He slowly spit out a name, "Nice inherited. Of course, it is after Professor Chen signs and agrees. If Professor Chen disagrees, then Nice only has the right to share dividends and not the right to vote."

Niss, who was stunned again, had to bear everyone's suspicious eyes.

"The professor's will has sufficient legal basis," the lawyer explained to everyone. "Six years ago, the professor entrusted me to go through the adoption procedures for Niss. Now Niss is the adopted son of the professor and has the right of first line of succession." He picked up a volume of documents Handed it to Chen Ou, his eyes were full of meaning.

After a short shock, Chen Ou saw the date of the adoption document, which was one month after Wagendi's death and before Nice's 16th birthday.It is impossible for the professor to tolerate the ignorance of his own son's life experience after knowing about it.Considering the preparation time for the adoption procedure, the time when the professor learned the truth should be shortly before Wagundi's death. At that time, Wagundi came back from the south and was chasing Nice.He interpreted these expressions as obscene, but the professor was keen to guess more content.

"I said, Nice is really just an adopted son, not the professor's biological son?" Charles muttered, "I thought the professor loved Chen Ou the most."

But anyone who has some understanding of the daily relationship of this family will not accept the lawyer's explanation about the inheritance rights of adopted children.The shareholding structure of the Institute is as follows: the professor holds 70% of the shares, Chen Ou holds 25% of the shares, and the remaining 5% is held by some trust companies.According to the professor's will, the largest shareholder of the institute became Nice, which holds 54% of the shares, twice as much as Chen Ou's.

In an institution, the difference between the largest shareholder and the second largest shareholder is not only the amount of shareholding, but also the degree of right to speak.Now Nice is naturally the only one who follows Chen Ou, but when he gets married and has children in the future, the shares will be dispersed a little bit.Even before getting married, as long as Nice has a slightly different opinion about the institute than Chen Ou, it will embarrass Chen Ou.How could the professor tolerate Chen Ou falling into this situation?

Of course, Chen Ou can refuse to sign.According to the institute's charter, if he doesn't sign it, Nice only has the right to share dividends and no voting rights.But how could he embarrass the child he raised with his own hands?

The lawyer looked at the will in embarrassment, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Here is a sentence written by the professor himself. He has long expected that the above decision will bring doubts."

"Esau lost the right of birthright, but Isaac favored Esau instead of Jacob." Chen Ou mechanically followed the lawyer to recite the professor's last words.

☆、Chapter 59

After the will was read out, the lawyer left the share inheritance and gift agreement, and the notary left.

Chen Ou is now the only shareholder with voting rights. Without his signature, other share holders can only enjoy dividends.But dividends are also a matter of voting and decision-making at the institute's shareholders' meeting.In other words, if Chen Ou decides to put all the annual income into the research institute for further operation, other shareholders will actually get nothing except the increasingly large personal assets on the books.

Chen Ou first signed the share inheritance agreement in Nice.In this way, he personally confers Nice a position above him.

Charles cast a jealous look at Nice and said: "I knew that I would witness the birth of a young richest man in this family, but I didn't expect it to be so young."

Martin nodded approvingly.After all, the shares belong to the professor himself, and the relationship between Chen Ou and Nice is obvious to all.Chen Ou had no objection, and they were only happy for Nice after their doubts were relieved.As for why the professor let Nice pass Chen Ou, no one can guess, it can only be attributed to the professor's weird temper.

Charles whispered to Martin: "Seeing the professor treat Chen Ou like this, it suddenly became less unbearable for my father to deprive me of my inheritance."

Then it was time to sign Shire's share grant agreement.Chen Ou put down his pen.

"I disagree," he said simply.

"What?" Charles couldn't believe his ears, "Did you hear me say you're as messy as a ghost?"

"...Unless Shire is the CEO of the institute, exercising shareholder rights on my own behalf, and being responsible for all daily operations of the institute." Chen Ou said, he figured out why the professor generously donated shares to Shire, in addition to thanking him for his role Other intentions besides tutoring his own son and accompanying him to grow up healthily.

The previously hired CEO was really incompetent, and he had resigned when he was deeply involved in a lawsuit. These days, Shire has been helping to handle the institute's affairs.The research institute does not need a top business leader, but only needs a trustworthy partner so that the scientific research team headed by Chen Ou will not always be distracted by funding.The professor chose Shire for him.He trusts the professor's judgment.

"You can't do this to me!" Shire said loudly. "It's one thing to manage a foundation, but it's another thing to be a CEO who manages everything every day! I'm already a billionaire, and I've never met a billionaire who didn't To enjoy life while working for someone else!"

"If I don't sign, your billionaire is nothing but paper." Chen Ou pushed open the door of the professor's study and walked in. "If you figure it out, come to me, and I can sign at any time."

Charles subconsciously grabbed Nice and asked him to intercede, but he saw a smile in his eyes.

"The ingratitude of human beings is really distressing," Charles accused Nice, "I was so kind to you when I was a child!"

"Chen Ou finally regained his energy. I have been worried that he will suffer from depression because of the death of the professor." Nice hugged Charles tightly, "Thanks to you, I love you."

"How sad is the ingratitude of mankind!"

After being stunned for a moment, Charles shouted angrily at Nice's figure walking upstairs.

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If Nice was happy because of Chen Ou's normal performance on the day when the will was read, then his joy is destined to be fleeting.

Now only Nisi and Chen Ou are left at No. [-] Fenglin Avenue.Martin was persuaded by Nice to return to his home, and Nice assured him that as long as Chen Ou got better, or he had to return to the army, he would be invited back.

"We have lost a common family member," Nice explained, "Please let me stay with him alone, which is good for Chen Ou's recovery."

He overestimated himself.Chen Ou didn't give him a chance to accompany him at all.

Chen Ou became more and more silent, rarely left the room, and refused to open the door most of the time.Nice had to give him three meals and water at the door of the room, but the leftover food on the plate was increasing day by day.Nice can't do anything.

Fortunately, every day Chen Ou would go downstairs to spend an hour or two in the professor's study, and Niss would take advantage of this time to enter his room, change the sheets for him, clean up the garbage, open the windows for ventilation, and the most important thing: search every corner, check Did he stash sleeping pills.

One day, Nice put a pot of his favorite geranium on the terrace of his bedroom.Chen Ou, who returned to the bedroom, immediately found out and called Nice in.

"Red?" Chen Ou asked, pointing to the petals of geraniums. It had been two months since the professor passed away, and Chen Ou's bedroom was still decorated like a funeral scene, bare and undecorated, only black and white.

Nice couldn't say anything, watching Chen Ou throw the geranium into the trash can in the garden downstairs.From this day on, Chen Ou stopped talking to him.

When the professor died three months ago, Martin, who returned to No. [-] Maplewood Avenue, lost his temper.

"This house is mine now!" He kicked open Chen Ou's door and crossed his arms.Chen Ou, who was sitting by the window and writing, raised his head and looked at the angry Martin.

"Do I need to pay the rent?" He asked, his eyes unwavering.

Martin was stung by his attitude: "You don't have to pay rent, but you have to move out tomorrow." He said angrily, "Because I'm selling this house!"

In the past three months, this was the only news that shocked Chen Ou. Even being deinherited before had not had such a big reaction this time.He looked at Martin in astonishment, trying to figure out if he was joking.

"Are you going to sell the professor's house?" He asked softly, putting down the pen in his hand, "Who are you going to sell it to? How much? I'll pay double the price."

"I won't sell you three times, five times, or ten times, respected Professor Chen." Martin snorted, "Don't think that you can be self-willed because you are young and rich. There are people who are younger than you and have more money." Money is more likable, but people have always behaved, doing what they should do."

Chen Ou looked at Martin blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.Martin was suddenly discouraged by his dull look.

"The research institute recommends that you immediately make a brother product of Apoheba, which is specially used for the treatment of sexual disorders; all project leaders apply for an increase in funding; all cooperative factories come to strive for the production of Apoheba; a distant relative of Wagendi proposed Litigation, seeking civil compensation for the first incident in which the professor shot and killed Wagan. Shire is in a daze! But look at yourself," Martin sniffed, "how sad it would be for the professor to see you like this. You pick yourself up and just give away your favorite coat. If you can recover from a sad situation, he will say, Martin, you should have sold the house..." He cried like a child, saying everything incomplete.

Chen Ou put the pen back into the pen container and watched him go downstairs.Martin went out into the yard and started the car.The car should have been replaced six years ago, but funding for the Institute has been very tight, and Martin rejected the proposal to change the car.

The sun reflected a dazzling light on the car license plate.The sun shone on Calvary thousands of years ago, witnessing the crucifixion of Christ; it shone on the professor a few months ago, watching him calmly swallow his last breath.Despite witnessing such great sorrow, the sun still rises day by day and shines on every ordinary person day by day, just as he and the professor have been pursuing the secret of genetic science, benefiting all human beings.

At dusk, he came out of his bedroom and walked into the professor's study.

Standing in the middle of the floor, he turned his body slowly, looking at the surrounding bookshelves and the oil paintings on the walls, imagining the scenes of pieces of furniture being removed, books packed into boxes, and paintings taken off the walls. I feel that my flesh and blood are withering and collapsing.

Nice walked in quietly.

"Martin was so excited. I convinced Martin to buy the whole house and everything here, and paid 1% of the institute's equity. You don't have to worry."

Chen Ou knew that he should make a statement, not only because of this matter, but also because of the care Nice has taken for him these days.However, the excessive pain prevented his self-protection function from responding to the outside world. Whether it was sympathy, comfort, or caring, he was unable to respond in a timely manner.He was like a drowning man looking at the eager faces on the shore through the water.Their voices, their emotions, no longer meant anything to him.

His legs and hands were bound, he lost the ability to save himself, and was slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.

In the end, Chen Ou just nodded, indicating that he understood, and then