Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Let's go back to the time of the incident—no, three months before it happened—

Immersed in his work of anatomy, Qin Zhinan, wearing a medical mask, is slowly using a scalpel to cut open the membrane between the muscle and the epidermis.

Suddenly, a woman's loud scream rang out from behind, startling the new female veterinarian so much that she sat down on the ground.

Before her, behind the drawn curtain, hung neatly and densely the corpses of various small animals that had already been dissected.

They are so intact, even their pupils are so bright and lively, that they look as if they were still alive.

Another male colleague chivalrously helped the female veterinarian up from behind: "Don't be afraid, that's Dr. Qin's recent hobby, making animal specimens."

The female colleague exclaimed in surprise, "This...is a specimen?"

Qin Zhinan's dark eyes looked over: "What is a specimen?"

"A specimen is simply your 'work of art' preserved in an oil tank for permanent preservation."

At that time, Mr. Parasite did not understand so many human words, and only grasped a few words such as "oil tank", "soaking" and "preservation".

He slowly shook his head: "It's not a specimen, it's reserve grain."

My male colleague is also very oblivious.

Being an artist, he understands; he always likes to refer to his art as "spiritual nourishment."

He didn't care about Qin Zhinan's messy hobbies, as long as they didn't affect the public environment.

He said, "Then at least put it in the freezer, right? If you leave it like this, it will smell bad in a few days. It's one thing if it scares our own people, but if customers smell it, they'll think we have hygiene problems and report us, and then we'll have to spend money to fix it."

Qin Zhinan uttered these three brand-new words: "Cold storage?"

"You don't even know this? A freezer is... a really big refrigerator. You can store your artwork in there for a long time. When you need it, you just need to thaw it, and it will be just as fresh as before."

Storage, long-term, fresh.

From then on, the words "cold storage" were like a curse branded into Mr. Parasite's mind, impossible to shake off.

He seemed to have found a new home in his life.

But he didn't know where to find it, so he asked everyone he met on the road. After asking for two or three days, he actually found it.

He was a short man with a Mediterranean appearance.

He happened to have a truckload of vegetables from the farm, and enthusiastically took Qin Zhinan on a tour of the cold storage.

Finally, the fly rubbed its hands together and asked him, "Hehehe, these are all the cold storage facilities we have here. I wonder what Mr. Qin intends to store? How much space do you need?"

"I want the biggest one."

"The largest?! The largest is over 500 square meters, what do you plan to use it for?"

"Freeze my food reserves."

Food reserves! That means having both vegetables and meat. Food at -5 degrees Celsius is definitely not enough; it needs to be at least the kind that can be stored at -18 degrees Celsius!

The Mediterranean man instantly beamed with joy, his eyes practically filled with the magnified "¥".

He quickly took out a series of purchase contracts and warranty offers, and had the major client sign, put his fingerprint, and stamp them.

"You chose a freezer at -18 degrees Celsius, costing 1,000 yuan per square meter, which totals 503,888. I'll round it down to 500,000. How would you like to pay... Alipay or WeChat?"

Qin Zhinan took out a card and imitated a human tone:

"Swipe your card."

At that time, Xia Yangyang had not yet transmigrated. The original owner was deeply in love with Qin Zhinan and wished she could give him all her wealth so that she could keep him by her side for life.

Therefore, this card is naturally from the original body.

The Mediterranean man went off happily, but returned a short while later looking embarrassed.

"Uh... Mr. Qin, there isn't enough money in this card."

"I have no other money."

"If you don't have money, you can get a credit card. These days, who doesn't borrow money from the bank?"

Qin Zhinan asked, bewildered, "How do I borrow it?"

"Oh, it's super easy! Don't let my selling cold storage fool you, I'm also a professional credit card agent, hahaha..."

He watched as the Mediterranean man tore off the freezer sign from his chest and, in the blink of an eye, affixed another one with a bank authorization mark.

Their enthusiasm remained undiminished: "Our bank supports quarterly installment payments. Mr. Qin, if you apply for a service with our bank, you'll not only receive a welcome gift for your first transaction, but also a lifetime annual fee waiver..."

*

"Qin Zhinan! You're incredibly capable!!"

Amidst the chaos, the girl pounced on the sofa, caught the calico cat that was trying to escape, and grabbed it by the neck with both hands.

The little floret's terrified eyes widened like grapes; it instantly turned into a puddle of mud and slipped out of her hand.

It quickly darted onto the chandelier, bumping it so hard it swayed from side to side, while peeking out its head and letting out a soft, weak meow.

"Meow~"

I love you~

"It doesn't matter who you love!"

If it weren't for a call from the cold storage facility two days ago saying that the court had temporarily sealed off the cold storage she had purchased there...

She had no idea when she had ever bought a cold storage unit!

Who can imagine the terror she felt when she opened that huge warehouse door and saw it filled with countless animal carcasses?

She even suspected parallel universes and wormholes.

Xia Yangyang tried to poke it down with a clothesline pole, but it just curled up in the recess in the center of the chandelier and refused to come down no matter what.

Xia Yangyang sneered: "I'm not going to sell the house or the car. I've already submitted your resume to the circus. From now on, you'll be performing at the cat cafe during the day and jumping through fire hoops at the circus at night."

Mr. Parasite's voice was both weak and hard: "[I don't want to.]"

"This is not an option. If you dare to be fired, you're dead!"

Just as the battle was escalating—

"Ding-dong, ding-dong—" The doorbell suddenly rang.

Xia Yangyang had to pause the battle, throw away the clothesline pole, and go open the door.

As soon as she left, the parasitic creature in the chandelier immediately changed its behavior. It walked to the edge of the chandelier, its eerie yellow pupils revealing a chilling aura.

He glanced around at the room full of his kind.

These are skins that even it itself wouldn't bear to use...

Let these filthy bastards ruin it.

The parasites unconsciously lowered their heads and bent over, even their breathing became very shallow, and they only dared to glance upwards with the corner of their eyes.

They were extremely frustrated: "We didn't know either, waaaaah, the boss gave it to us, so we just used it."

On the other side, Xia Yangyang opened the door and saw the police standing at the door.

"Ms. Xia, you—"

Just as the person opposite took out their ID, Xia Yangyang slammed the door shut.

The two officers froze, about to ring the doorbell again, when the door was quietly pulled open once more.

It had no body, only a slightly messy head sticking out.

Two tears welled up in the girl's eyes: "Officers, I absolutely did not intend to evade my debts. I just didn't know that if I can't pay back the money now, do I have to trouble you to come and arrest me...?"

The two officers looked at each other, and the one who seemed more amiable smiled first:

"Did I just hear you call Mr. Qin's name?"

"?"

"Don't you remember me, Ms. Xia? We met two months ago."

Xia Yangyang turned her head and noticed the open wallet in the other officer's hand, which had the following printed on it:

Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense.