Huimei Communications is the small shop opened by Roger, the underground doctor whom Regit met back then.
He Ao dragged his suitcase and carried Suitcase into this small store.
There was no one in the shop in the front room, so He Ao walked through the small door skillfully and walked into the private clinic in the back room.
"Coming?"
Roger squatted next to a corpse with a faint Gray Radiance color, tinkering with something, and asked casually.
"Well," He Ao squatted down, put the suitcase down, opened the zipper, and revealed the body with the chest penetrated inside, "New one."
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He Ao could clearly feel that Roger was silent for a moment. He stood up and looked at He Ao.
"Do you think it's too late for me to call the police?"
"It's time, I was acting in self-defense," He Ao shrugged, "Even if I go to court, they won't convict me."
Roger glanced at He Ao, and then at the two bloody corpses.
His face was full of, "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" ' expression.
But he still squatted down, opened the assassin's wound in the suitcase and took a look, "Another D-Rank?"
He put down his hand and stood up, "I haven't seen a single D-Rank here in ten years. You killed two of them overnight. Are you harvesting cabbage here?"
"I may have better luck."
He Ao reached out and pulled out the assassin's body.
"Don't put them around. It's hard to clean up these blood stains. Put them on the autopsy table over there."
Roger saw him moving the body carelessly and said quickly.
He Ao smiled and took the body over.
"This Talent Sequence is most likely Talent Sequence 56: assassin."
"I shouldn't have saved that old guy in the first place, but one or two troubles came to me. First it was the old man. He was okay and only bought some things from me. Then it was you who actually started moving corpses to me. You said it as if I liked these corpses very much."
Roger turned around and looked at Slanka's body. He skillfully picked up the scalpel on the side and continued to dissect, while saying, "If I go to jail one day, it will definitely be your kid's fault."
"Wouldn't it be nice to be in jail?" He Ao laid out the corpse. "Those who can get in are all talented people. Don't you have endless supplies of excellent materials? As long as you obtain their consent, the procedure is legal."
"Ah, that makes sense," Roger nodded in rare agreement, "Why didn't I think of that before?"
Then he looked at He Ao, "You are really good, think about it. When you die, let me cut open your brain and take a look."
He Ao thought about it seriously, "I may not be able to leave the whole body."
"That's right."
Roger nodded.
Neither man saw anything wrong with the topic.
"So can Talent Sequence from Slanka be completely extracted?"
He Ao walked behind Roger and looked at Slanka's body.
"Different Talent Sequence requires the use of different Transcendental materials to assist in extraction. The higher the level, the longer the extraction time." Roger stopped. "This guy's Talent Sequence should be Talent Sequence 40: Magician. It is estimated that it will not be extracted until later this afternoon."
"What about that one?"
He Ao points to the assassin who was put aside.
"You already know his Talent Sequence, it will be easier," Roger raised his head and glanced at the assassin's body, "Tomorrow morning."
"Okay," He Ao tightened his mask and picked up Short Sword on the side, "Then I'll come find you tomorrow morning."
According to the Central Land law, it is illegal for Roger to conduct an autopsy on a corpse without permission.
But Central Land has this law, Federation does not.
However, Federation has another law. It is illegal not to cremate the body within three days after death.
Violators of this law may even be convicted and sentenced to community labor or imprisonment in serious cases.
Moreover, this law is handled by a special corpse management office, which is very strictly enforced. Its supervision is only slightly weaker than the tax collection force of the tax bureau, so even the gang members of Aston District will not litter the corpses.
He Ao glanced at Roger who was immersed in it next to him, took two steps back, and started to pack his things.
Roger indeed has the ability to extract Talent Sequence as He Ao thought.
This somewhat paranoid and crazy underground doctor may not be as simple as he seems.
In fact, Vianna once demonstrated the ability to extract Talent Sequence in front of He Ao, but He Ao did not go to her.
First, Vianna may not necessarily have the ability to extract other Talent Sequence. Her understanding of Talent Sequence of Witch Church and Witch Church does not necessarily mean that she also knows the same about other Talent Sequence.
Second, and the most important thing is that Vianna is still too young. If He Ao shows her Short Sword and Butcher Pistol, then she will definitely ask about her relationship with Roy, and even pursue them.
This is not what He Ao wants to see. His time is extremely limited.
Relatively speaking, Roger is more restrained and deep.
It can be seen from the last time that He Ao borrowed Short Sword to buy Transcendental materials from Roger that Roger would not ask any questions. He only recognized Short Sword from Regit.
Having this sword is equivalent to getting a pass, and you can ask for his help at a certain price.
Roger never asks why, he just abides by the agreement and completes his part.
Of course, Roger is not emotionless.
After all, anyone who shows up with this sword will receive his help.
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He Ao walked out of the clinic carrying Suitcase, bought a basic style schoolbag at a roadside stall, then found an alley, took out the clothes sandwiched in Combat Suit and put them on.
Then he put the cloak away in his school bag and Short Sword tucked it inside his jacket.
The clouds in the sky gradually blocked the bright sunshine.
He Ao went back home and put Suitcase into the house. Combat Suit took it off to charge it, and then washed all the conspicuous bloodstains on his body in the bathroom.
When everything was done, he poured a handful of water on his face.
The cold tap water wetted some of He Ao's hair strands, causing them to stick to his forehead, while the cold water flowed down his angular cheeks.
He Ao put his hands on the sink and looked at the pale, sick and somewhat crazy young man in the mirror.
"Joey, came out for lunch."
A gentle cry came from outside the door.
He Ao supported his body and walked out.
In his field of vision, a somewhat wealthy middle-aged woman was placing a prepared sandwich on the table.
She is not very good-looking. Time has left deep and shallow wrinkles on her face, and her hands are covered with thick calluses, the marks left by long-term hard work.
She turned her head and looked at He Ao, who was standing at the door of the bathroom, holding on to the threshold, and gave a gentle smile.
The clouds dispersed, and the sunlight poured into this small living room, passing through the illusory body of the middle-aged woman.
Eventually it all fell away.
These are just illusions of Joey's memory.
He Ao propped himself up, walked to the refrigerator, and pulled out a cold bread and a ham.
He wrapped the bread and ham casually together, chewed them with big mouthfuls, and looked at the light shining on the earth in the sky.
The shadow of the dark cloud rested at his feet.
If the two 300,000 yuan that Joey's parents received, the total compensation of 600,000 yuan is the death compensation of the accident insurance compulsorily purchased by Christos's "Dangerous Positions Accident Insurance Act".
Does that mean that Anvis Mechanical Factory did not take the initiative to take out even a coin for this accident?
They never expressed an apology and never paid any compensation.
No, they still paid some money.
He Ao took a bite of bread.
They paid the costs of Joey's legal team in court.