Why did you provoke me?

When Dean Chen let the person into the house, he still couldn't figure it out; his cousin hadn't visited in ten years.

After taking their seats, Dean Chen didn't mince words, "It's been 10 years since we last met. I wonder what brought my little cousin here?"

"Cousin, haven't I been busy all these years? The front line is such a crucial place, I haven't dared to relax for a moment."

"Song Qiao, I'm very busy. Get to the point." Dean Chen clearly didn't believe his explanation.

"Cousin, I just heard about your wife's situation. Please accept my condolences."

Dean Chen looked at him calmly. "Your cousin's matter is in the past. You didn't come here just to talk about that, did you?"

"Of course not. We researchers are interested in all anomalies," Song Qiao said tentatively.

Dean Chen was getting impatient. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Um, I heard that my cousin's lines had become abnormal in recent years, and now that she's passed away, could you give me one of her lines for research?"

"That's all? Who told you that?"

"That's it. Actually, many people know about it." Seeing that Dean Chen wasn't angry, Song Qiao added, "If my cousin-in-law were still alive, I would never dare to say this."

"You're too late. Her lines have already been taken by someone else." Chen Dongsheng didn't hide anything.

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao became somewhat anxious. "Who took them? He took them all?"

"A young friend of Xiao Hong's had a last wish: to voluntarily donate her calligraphy." He added, "Even my daughter has no right to inherit it."

"Who is that person, and where does he live?" Song Qiao asked urgently.

"How would I know?" Chen Dongsheng said calmly, picking up the teacup on the table.

Song Qiao's expression faltered. "Cousin, those lines are abnormal. If they fall into the hands of ordinary people, they won't only be unusable, but they'll also be very dangerous."

Chen Dongsheng shook his head. "I don't know much about these things. Xiao Hong wasn't an impulsive person. She had her reasons for doing this."

"Cousin, you're also a researcher, didn't you keep a few?" Song Qiao was clearly not giving up and asked again.

"We didn't understand her when she was alive, and now that she's dead, do you think I can figure it out all by myself?"

"But you can't leave none at all! To put it another way, you should at least leave some of these lines for your daughter. They've all been imbued with spirit."

Dean Chen sat there silently. Ten years ago, their daughter brought home a jar of homemade canned food. Xiao Hong happily ate it, but that very night her complexion became abnormal. Despite repeated questioning, her daughter couldn't explain why. Xiao Hong was furious. She said she hadn't harmed her mother's daughter, and the daughter left home crying. Now, their daughter hasn't returned home for ten years.

This time, although he sent a message, his daughter did not return.

Song Qiao regretted saying those last words. He knew that no matter what he said, his cousin wouldn't say anything more.

So he stood up. "Then I'll be going now. If I run into my niece, I'll try to persuade her to come back."

Chen Dongsheng silently saw him off.

Back inside, I went to Xiao Hong's portrait and reached out to touch her bright, smiling face in the photo.

"Song Qiao came, wanting your embroidery. I didn't tell the truth. But he said he'd bring his daughter back, and you miss her too, right? Don't deny it, I saw you with your daughter's doll. You've already forgiven her, haven't you?"

A somber atmosphere filled the air. "I don't know how to avenge you, and I don't know how our daughter is doing now, but I believe she must have been forced into this situation. After all, she is your daughter, and like you, she has a soft heart."

After Song Qiao left the research institute, he got into a black sedan.

"Dean Song, how is it?" A woman's voice rang out from the back seat of the car.

"The deal fell through; he said the wires had already been given away."

"Who did you give it to?"

"He didn't say," Song Qiao said to the driver in front. "Let's go."

The car moved slowly, and the woman's voice rang out again, "Then go investigate. Xiao Hong's trail must not fall into other people's hands."

"I will take care of this, Fairy Lady. Don't get agitated. I have many people around my cousin, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out. It just needs a little time."

"Find an excuse to get her daughter to come back and ask for her mother's remains. If she doesn't agree, use her brother's and her father's lives to exchange for them."

"I will take care of all of these. There are many bone sculptors. If this one doesn't work, we'll find another one. There will always be a suitable one."

A woman's sneer rang out, "Do I lack bone painters? What I lack are spirit masters, high-level spirit masters."

"Even if only one in a hundred of the bone-drawing masters trained in our research institute are chosen, there will still be eight or ten spirit-empowering masters. At that time, the immortal pets will definitely have excellent carriers, and then you can do whatever you want," Song Qiao said in a comforting tone.

"You don't understand the value of Xiao Hong's lines. She advanced based on her own abilities, unlike the ones in your lab." The woman's tone softened. "Besides, I preserved the original species in her lines."

"Things belonging to the dead aren't so easy to take, especially since you ordered them," Song Qiao said casually.

"You're so good at talking. When we get back, give more resources to the talented ones so they can see hope and work hard to advance."

"I understand. I would have done these things even if you hadn't told me. I would have done them even if it meant my death, as long as it would benefit you."

Song Qiao reached out his hand, and a woman's coquettish laughter rang out.

The driver in front pursed his lips, his back muscles stiffening. After hearing all this, he wondered if he would see the sun rise tomorrow. After all, no one had ever driven this car a second time.

The subtle mockery simmering here is unknown to Meng.

She looked at the tyrant and the little black cat in front of her; they were both lying quietly on the table, as if they were asleep.

Yu Meng poked it with her finger, but there was no reaction at all. She glanced at her small backpack, feeling that it wasn't quite right to leave it there.

This situation had been going on for three days, and she couldn't keep waiting like this indefinitely. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively put the little black cat into her mind.

But when she tried to let it out, the little black cat didn't move; it was refusing. After all, it was her own lifeline, so Yu Meng let it be.

But when it came to the Overlord, she was in a dilemma. This was a pure alien line. Would it really have no effect on the little black cat if she put it into her mind?

However, Yu Meng would not be willing to let Ba Wang miss some opportunity because of this.

And so, she looked at the overlord on the table, then at the little black cat in her mind, and before she knew it, another day and night had passed.

Yu Meng closed her eyes, still unable to make up her mind. But the lines of her breasts had subtly changed; the gaps between them seemed a bit wider. Overall, the breast lines didn't look as tight or firm as before.

Yu Meng gritted her teeth, just about to take a gamble and add Ba Wang to her mind, but unexpectedly, the little black cat in her mind also changed.