Chapter 1146: ?Guild bitch

This is a very majestic building, the white building towers high into the clouds, and the big sign above the door of the building reads a line-"Little Star Laboratory".
It was a thunderstorm and summer night. In a laboratory in this building, a handsome young researcher was tossing a table of chemical equipment. The flashing lightning made his face flicker and darken. .
He is usually a forensic expert in the city police station, but he likes to use his own means at night to punish those who have escaped legal punishment.
For example, they peeled their skins, cut the corpse into pieces and treated them with corrosive agents, and then mixed the corroded mucus into chemical waste, and the laboratory carried out strict environmental protection treatment uniformly.
That is, throw the waste liquid bucket directly into the Atlantic Ocean.
Tonight, the black wind was high, and he killed another corrupt official, but the killing was over. When he wanted to dispose of the corpse, he found that the ‘corpse water’ that was usually used to eliminate evidence was used up, so he had to allocate more temporarily.
While waiting for the chemical reaction of the agent, he also secretly used laboratory materials to create something.
It's the kind of thing that makes people happy inexplicably. Generally speaking, it is white powder or large crystals, the kind that people understand. He has some mental illnesses and needs to rely on this to keep his brain active.
He removed a round-bottomed flask from the equipment, scraped its inner wall with a small spoon, and then put the crystals on the small spoon into his mouth and savored it carefully.
Then he spit to the side, showing a satisfied smile, which looked a bit hideous in the dim light.
"A grade is good, at least three plus signs."
The young man talked to himself with satisfaction.
As the evaporation continued, more and more white crystals appeared at the mouth of the inner wall of the flask. He kept scraping them into a small bag with a small spoon, full of joy like a harvest farmer, but at the same time As the distillation continues, a strange smell permeates the entire laboratory.
He sniffed, frowned and thought about it before opening the window of the room next to him for air.
You must be careful when doing things like this, otherwise the colleague who will work tomorrow will come, and he will be exposed once he smells this kind of smell.
As time passed, he accumulated a bag full of white crystals before turning off the heater satisfactorily, allowing the chemical reaction to gradually stop, and then...
He cleaned up the bagasse and beet crumbs in a corner of the laboratory before he straightened up and started stretching.
"Sure enough, it is too troublesome for the laboratory to use contact membrane distillation to concentrate sugar. Next time you can't suffer this crime to save money, you should go to the supermarket to buy it."
After speaking, he picked up the corpse water configured on the other test bench and went to the disposal room next door to treat the corpse. He mixed the corroded soup and the sugared garbage together, and then poured it. In a uniform waste container in the laboratory.
Then he returned to the test bench to pack up his instruments and equipment. Tonight was another fulfilling night, but he was also an ordinary person and it was time to go home and rest.
Halfway through the disassembly and cleaning process, he was entangled with the distillation dish. Although the sugar in the sugar water was scraped away, the distilled water should also be sweet, right? These sugars can't be wasted.
However, just as he was holding the glassware to drink, a flash of lightning suddenly struck in from the window, accurately hitting him and the chemicals.
The lightning didn't smash him into coke, but it also made his skin peel off, becoming like a rotten avocado.
The colleagues found him the next day when they came to work and sent him to the hospital.
In the process of receiving treatment, Barry Wilson, who became like a stinking carrion but survived, found himself possessed of superpowers. As long as he quickly said all kinds of nonsense and reached a certain speed, he would Can connect oneself to another plane.
The red and black plane is full of various swear words. Even if you listen to a hundred years of swear words, they will not be repeated, and they have all kinds of wonderful images, showing how to bring the popularity to one Buddha and two Buddhas. Ascend to heaven.
There was a voice in Mingming that told him that the energy surging in his body was called the divine power, and that special plane was also called the divine power. As long as he keeps guilty of being cheap, then he can live forever with this energy.
With such superpowers, who wants to be a forensic pioneer? He made himself a red and black uniform, named Deadpool.
He is going to be a mercenary, an anti-hero.
.........
"Seriously? Do you think this is your origin story?"
Su Ming stood with Wade on a roof across the street from the hospital with a numb face, watching the dead waiter in the ward use sheets to transform his uniform.
The guy stepped on the sewing machine quickly, and while taking time to stuff his mouth with a lot of white sugar, he was very sick at first sight.
And this origin story is very familiar to Su Ming, can you justify the story by adding Wilson to Barry's name? Not only copied the Flash, but even had the stalks of "Bloodthirsty Forensic" and "Breaking Bad", so Su Ming couldn't find a place to complain.
Besides, Barry’s mother is dead, but his father is still alive in prison. What is an orphan?
Wade shook his head. He didn't know where he took out a hot dog. He was sitting on the edge of the roof, dangling his legs and enjoying the good time.
Hearing his cousin’s question, he asked vaguely,
Is this bad? I have a more reasonable explanation for my self-healing ability. Rich people play with technology and rely on mutation. This is the threshold for superheroes. ."
"We are not superheroes." Su Ming folded his arms blankly.
"Yes, but the anti-hero can be regarded as a hero to some extent, right?" Wade ate the hot dog and was licking the mustard on his gloves with his sore tongue. The scene was very disgusting.
Su Ming was already resistant enough to this, he smiled, sat down on the roof, and took out the wine from his pocket: "Maybe, the greater the ability..."
"The more irresponsible." Wade smiled and took away a bottle of wine, blowing on the bottle.
"Yes, the more choices."
He looked at Wade with half of his face and shook his head. He understood that these were all constructed by Wade himself, and the origin stories on different timelines may be his ‘story rationality gems’.
However, there were too many choices, and he couldn't decide which one he wanted, so he chose the strongest person he knew ~EbookFREE.me~ to help him choose.
This candidate is Su Ming.
This can be said to be a move of trust and intimacy. At least Su Ming will never take people to see his origin story. The risk is too high.
Wade is not stupid, he just fully believes that his cousin death knell will be on his side, which makes Su Ming a little moved.
Although these stories are pretty cheap, he was originally here on vacation.
So he and Wade touched the wine bottle and drank it all at once. The two threw the empty wine bottle downstairs: "This is not good. Change another one."
Wade shrugged: "You really can't do anything about it, okay, then set the pointer to 7052 and let's go."
Two lights flashed, and the death knell disappeared at the same time.
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