Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Qin Zhinan took out his phone and swiped the screen. The screensaver was still an intimate photo of the two of them. He then showed her the WeChat chat box with the contact person as "wife".

I'm worried because you haven't replied to my message.

The green bubble above was sent at 5:30: When are you going home?

Xia Yangyang saw it, but she didn't actually want to reply.

She looked at Yang Xiaoxue, changed the subject, and squeezed her hand that was hovering in the middle of the table: "I will seriously consider the new proposal for President Wang. We can discuss other work-related issues later. You can go now."

Yang Xiaoxue looked up at Qin Zhinan, but he had no expression and didn't even bother to greet her, like an inorganic being.

She picked up her bag and looked back at her friend with deep emotion: "Call me anytime if you need anything."

Xia Yangyang returned a reassuring smile, waved to her, watched her leave, and then continued picking at the side dishes in front of her, pretending that she hadn't finished eating.

The fact that there have never been any reports on television about murders caused by these parasites suggests that they do not dare to commit such acts in broad daylight.

Chinese restaurants with large crowds are safe.

"You weren't just talking about this," Qin Zhinan said.

His gaze moved from his lover's wrist as she picked up food, to counting the frequency of her chewing, and then to the bulge in her throat as she swallowed.

He stood in the middle of the aisle, neither sitting down nor making way for anyone.

He would only step aside to let the sanitation worker pass when the server pushed the food cart and said, "Excuse me, sir, could you please move aside?"

The restaurant was getting emptier and emptier, and Xia Yangyang felt like throwing up before she finally got up from her seat.

She pointed to the bruises on her neck beneath her scarf: "We were just talking about this."

"..."

She mimicked the original owner's habit, naturally taking his arm as they walked outside: "If you heard about this, I'd be so embarrassed."

Parasitic species, as alien species, have learned to best respond to topics they do not understand by observing and imitating humans.

Nod or remain silent.

This unique response makes them appear more aloof and detached, thus attracting more attention from people.

On her way home, Xia Yangyang tensed up, gripping the seatbelt tightly with both hands and staring straight ahead at the passing lampposts.

Although Qin Zhinan was driving, his gaze kept sweeping over the scars on her neck and wrists.

That kind of gaze sent chills down my spine, because it was definitely not out of concern or guilt.

It's more like a little girl who has ruined her favorite princess dress and is torn between repairing it or getting a prettier one.

When they passed a pharmacy, Qin Zhinan got out of the car and came back with medicine to reduce bruising and treat abrasions.

Xia Yangyang looked delighted: "You're so considerate, baby."

Qin Zhinan spent less than a second pondering the emotions and needs behind those words, then smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead: "I love you."

He's just like the perfect boyfriend.

Why do parasitic species need to learn human language?

Aside from integrating into human society, there is only one purpose: deception.

For example, saying "I love you" can make people willing to make sacrifices for you.

Saying "Dad" and "Mom" will elicit pity even from the police who are after them, who will feel that they are just uneducated and not entirely evil.

But how could they possibly understand what "I love you" actually means? Anyway, it works great.

Xia Yangyang pulled down the makeup mirror on the sun visor, unscrewed the ointment, and applied it evenly to the bruises on her neck with her fingers.

*

The summer heat lingered at the end of summer, and the streetlights illuminated the sycamore trees planted along the roadside in the community, making them appear lush and green.

There was an unusual, deathly silence downstairs in the apartment complex tonight.

The middle-aged women who used to dance in the square all gathered downstairs at a building. The main road that was originally passable was now cordoned off with yellow warning tape, and two police cars were parked in the middle of the road, their red and blue lights flashing back and forth on their roofs.

Xia Yangyang's route home passed through this area, so she paid attention to it as well.

The whispers of several middle-aged women reached my ears—

"The newlywed couple in apartment 1802 of building number 10, the husband suddenly died. The poor bride had only been married for a few days when this happened."

"This matter has a strange feel to it... It is said that the husband's internal organs were all removed, leaving only an empty shell."

"You know what, I ran into her husband riding his electric scooter just a couple of days ago. He didn't even acknowledge me when I greeted him. He looked pale and thin, like a dead man."

"Could it be... that something dirty has gotten into it?"

"Pah! Watch your mouth, it's late at night! There are children here!"

Xia Yangyang caught a glimpse of Qin Zhinan's hand in her peripheral vision, took a deep breath to suppress her discomfort, and smiled, "Looks like there's no other way, let's take a detour."

She turned to leave, but was startled by Qin Zhinan's unwavering stance.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Qin Zhinan didn't speak, and Xia Yangyang followed his gaze to the exit of Building 10.

Several police officers came out, and a forensic doctor carried two stretchers covered with white sheets. Following behind was a young woman who was covering her mouth and crying; she must have been the widowed bride that the older women were talking about.

A gust of wind blew in, bringing with it a stench of decay mixed with the scent of grass. Xia Yangyang subconsciously held her breath until the stretcher was pushed into the vehicle, at which point she opened her mouth to breathe again.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the young woman was embraced and comforted by the policewoman.

The girl sobbed and suddenly lifted her eyelids.

Unseen by the policewoman, his gaze swept precisely over the layers of dark heads and landed on Qin Zhinan's face.

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat.

She noticed the girl's eyes, which were red from being rubbed, and there was no trace of sadness in them. They were like cold, inorganic metal, and the way she looked at people was exactly the same as Qin Zhinan's.

Qin Zhinan stared at the girl, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed as if they had already exchanged hundreds of blows.

Xia Yangyang's hand itched. Looking down, she saw a long, slender, curved index finger scraping against her thin skin.

Sticky and craving.

full of pathos.