Tomb raiding: Scientists dissect the Queen Mother of the West

Qi Mo took a sharp knife and cut a piece of flesh from that bluish-black finger.

Then, he used tweezers to pick up the piece of flesh and walked toward the Japanese samurai who was locked in the glass box.

At this time, the other person was still unconscious.

Otherwise, they would definitely try every means to stop Qi Mo's actions.

Qi Mo skillfully opened the glass box, then roughly pried open the man's mouth and fed him flesh and blood.

After doing all this.

He closed the glass box.

"Next, we need to record his changes."

"I hope he doesn't die so easily."

He paused, then continued:

"There are still quite a few Japanese in this city. I'll go and capture two more tomorrow night."

"An experiment needs a control group; otherwise, the recorded data may be inaccurate."

Qi Mo took a thick notebook, opened it to a blank page, and recorded the changes in the Japanese samurai on it.

After half an hour.

The Japanese samurai was so itchy all over that he was forced to wake up by the itch.

He clutched his body and said painfully:

"It's so itchy, so itchy, I can't stand it anymore."

"You idiot, you Chinese madman, what did you do to me?"

"Did you give me a bacterial or viral infection?"

"Aaaaaah, I'm going to kill you and chop you up to feed the dogs!"

He slammed his fist against the glass wall, but it was no use.

This is bulletproof glass; even if he were to crash into it and die, he couldn't possibly break it.

The itch returned, so he had to stop and scratch his face, neck, back, chest and other parts of his body.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, red pimples, about the size of peanuts, appeared on his body.

It looks terrifying!

But Qi Mo wasn't afraid at all; instead, he watched this scene with excitement.

He picked up the thick notebook and recorded this valuable data.

The Japanese samurai noticed the changes in his body and became terrified:

"Why do I have so many red pimples on my arms and chest?"

"No, no, I don't want to die."

"Please, please let me go and take me to the hospital. I'm still young, I don't want to die..."

He scratched himself while begging Qi Mo to let him go.

At that moment, all he wanted was to live, not to be tortured to death by the unbearable itch.

Qi Mo smiled slightly at him and said:

"It's an honor for you to be able to contribute to humanity!"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to the itching after a few more days."

The Japanese samurai broke down in his guard and began to curse:

" "Damn it, I have no desire to contribute to humanity."

"You lunatic, you crazy bastard, let me go!"

"Help! Is anyone there...?"

He knew that Qi Mo wouldn't let him go, so he could only shout loudly, hoping that someone could hear him.

However, the soundproofing in the dark room was so good that nothing could get out.

An hour later.

The Japanese samurai's voice grew hoarse from shouting, and his eyes gradually filled with despair.

He just went out for a drink, how did he end up running into a madman?

At this moment, he only hoped that other Japanese people would notice he was missing, come looking for him, and rescue him from the clutches of this madman.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and encouraged himself, determined not to give up like this.

However, as his arms and chest were scratched and sticky blood flowed on his skin, his fear grew stronger.

[Japanese Samurai Shock Level +1500]

Qi Mo raised his head, stared at the Japanese spy, and said in a low voice:

"After you die, I will dissect your body."

"Whether it's your brain or your heart, I'll take them out."

"Those are all worth studying."

[Japanese Samurai Shock Level +2000]

Not bad, not bad. It can be used as a test subject for bacteria and viruses, and it can also provide shock value.

This Japanese samurai is quite useful.

Qi Mo nodded in satisfaction.

Holy crap, this Japanese guy was so scared he peed himself. That's disgusting!

Qi Mo's gaze fell on the lower half of the Japanese samurai's body, and sure enough, he saw that his crotch was wet, which made him somewhat disgusted.

He calls himself a samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, but he's nothing but a coward!

[If you do this to someone and say these things, even the bravest person would be terrified.]

[Tsk tsk tsk, the Japanese in Changsha are going to be in trouble.]

Qi Mo completely agreed with this statement; the Japanese in Changsha were indeed in for trouble.

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Day two.

Qi Mo walked out of the dark room and yawned.

He didn't sleep a wink last night, all to record the changes in the Japanese spy's body.

His notebook contained a wealth of valuable data.

This will be very useful for his future research on bacteria and viruses.

In the courtyard, Uncle Qi rubbed his forehead, looking exhausted.

He hadn't slept all night, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable.

At this moment, he was still excited, thinking that he was incredibly cool last night, beating that Japanese spy until he was black and blue, looking like a pig's head.

However, he was somewhat worried, fearing that the Japanese might come knocking on his door.

The Japanese in Changsha wielded considerable power, and even Zhang Dafoye (a famous Japanese official) dared not offend them easily.

He and his cousin together are probably no match for each other.

At this moment, Qi Mo opened the creaking wooden door and came out.

Seeing Master Qi's exhausted appearance, he walked over and said:

Seeing Master Qi's exhausted appearance, he walked over and said:

"Cousin, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Is it because of that Japanese guy?!"

"Don't worry, no one will find out that we were the ones who attacked him."

Eighth Master Qi looked towards Qi Mo's room and asked:

"Cousin, is that Japanese guy dead?"

"If he dies, we'll dig a hole in the small garden tonight and bury him."

Since you've done it, you have to destroy the evidence and leave no trace.

That way, even if the Japanese suspected them, they would have no evidence.

Qi Mo shook his head:

"It's not dead yet; I'm using it for a little experiment."

"By the way, cousin, could you contact your friends in Changsha and get a swarm of bees?"

Master Qi paused for a moment, then asked:

"Cousin, you want to raise bees?"

"That thing stings really hard."

If a sting doesn't hurt, he won't keep it.

Qi Mo said with a serious expression:

"Cousin, can you contact your friend and get me a swarm of bees?"

"This yard is too quiet; we need to keep some small animals."

Qi Baye replied "Okay" and then went to buy bees from his friend.

It must be said that he has quite a few friends; he only went out once and brought back a swarm of bees in a sack.

Qi Mo took the sack, opened it, and searched inside with his hands for the queen bee.

The bees dared not sting Qi Mo, and were terrified of the little sun on his body. They hid in the corner of the sack, trembling with fear.

Before long, Qi Mo found the queen bee and gently held it in his hand.

The queen bee dared not sting Qi Mo; she could only flap her wings and make a buzzing sound.

Qi Mo brought the queen bee into the house and injected it with an evolution potion.

After a while.

Once the queen bee has evolved, it has grown much larger, about the size of a child's fist.

The gleaming stinger was larger than a regular needle; if used to sting someone, it could kill them.

After all, its toxins are several times stronger.