Chapter 190 The hybrid method
open the door.

Su Beixun stared at the floor in a daze.

Although it can be seen from many details such as the door lock, books, chairs, etc. that this place has been broken into by outsiders. But at least... wipe the shoe prints off the floor!
He took a deep breath.

I saw half a footprint stuck under the sliding door between the balcony and the bedroom. Although it was hidden due to the unevenness of the threshold, it was still too conspicuous.

"Damn Finkel." Su Beixun gritted his teeth.

He picked up the mop and cleaned the room inside and out, then thought about it and opened the windows and doors for ventilation. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that there was a rotten smell in the dormitory.

Opening the wardrobe, Su Beixun frowned even deeper.

From the arrangement of the clothes, it was clear that the intruder had tried his best to keep them as they were, but the extra wrinkles and strange oil stains made everything seem in vain.

"Wash them all." Su Beixun said expressionlessly.

He threw the clothes into the washing machine one by one and found that a black short-sleeved shirt was missing. He also found a small hidden camera under the rack on the balcony.

After crushing it and throwing it into the trash can, Su Beixun rubbed his swollen temples.

After the 3E exam was over yesterday, he actually caught the guy who was trying to pry the door open. As he felt guilty, the guy told him everything that Finkel had told him to do.

I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect that the dormitory would be turned into this after I left once.

"Looks like I have to talk to him." Su Beixun pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

He doesn't want to leave Kassel in the short term, so for the sake of a peaceful campus life, he must deal with this tough situation.

In addition, the locks must be changed!
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Lu Mingfei lay in bed, listening to sporadic noises coming from the upper bunk, which repeated over and over again, endlessly.

"Hey! Useless Senior Brother!" Lu Mingfei said.

"I'm very busy. If it's nothing important, just shut up." Finkel was rarely serious.

"But you're really noisy." Lu Mingfei sighed.

"Noisy? Are you kidding? This is as beautiful as the sound of shuffling money."

Lu Mingfei leaned over and glanced upwards, his eyes widened instantly: "Hey! Could this be you?"

There was a small blanket on the upper bunk, clean and tidy, which was out of place with the yellowed sheets around it. Finkel, wearing disposable gloves, carefully folded the short-sleeved shirt on the blanket, put it into a moisture-proof clothing bag, and then put it into the gift box.

He paused and took out a rose.

“Could this be the clothes of a top student?” Lu Mingfei couldn’t believe it.

"Yes." Finkel used a spray bottle to cover the rose petals with water droplets and put them into the gift box. "I stole it with great difficulty while you were at the library."

He closed the box, tied a colorful gift ribbon on it, snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, just send it out and you'll get $10,000."

"You're faster than robbing a bank! You can sell a random short-sleeved shirt for 10,000 dollars?" Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded and was shocked by the rich woman's offer again: "Next time, just put mine in there!"

"You can't, Junior Brother." Finkel looked at him with deep eyes, as if he was watching a pornographic movie seriously: "You are just average looking, and you don't have the temperament that can make a rich woman fall in love with you at first sight. You can't sell for a good price."

"I want you to use my fakes, not sell them!" Lu Mingfei yelled.

"That's even worse! I rely on my reputation in this business." Finkel held up the gift box and proudly straightened his back. "I've also put video evidence that can prove the ownership of the clothes in it. I guarantee that the buyer will be convinced."

He jumped off the bed and said as he put on his shoes, "But don't be too sad, Junior Brother. If you really want to sell it, collect it next time you watch a Japanese porn movie. I remember it's been sold for 500 million per milliliter online."

“Is this true?” Lu Mingfei was surprised.

"Be more confident. You are the only S-level in recent years." Finkel stood up and patted his buttocks. "The rich women who want to have your child can circle the earth three times."

"You're using this as a slogan for Xiangpiaopiao milk tea." Lu Mingfei said, "I'm not Jay Chou."

But this time, Finkel was serious: "Junior brother, you know that Kassel Academy will grant students different benefits and privileges based on their bloodline level."

“I know. At that time, I complained about how you learned those bad things while learning Chinese.” Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head: “Students with good grades have privileges. It’s exactly the same as in high school.”

"This is much more cruel than high school." Finkel shook his head: "The purity of a mixed-blood's bloodline is determined at birth. In other words, your class, treatment, and even future work are all fixed after your bloodline is assessed."

He sighed: "It's like an insect in amber."

After a pause, he continued, "Some prominent hybrid families would even kill newborns whose bloodline is not pure enough to ensure that the family bloodline will not degenerate."

"How cruel. It sounds like Denis Diderot's fatalism." Lu Mingfei couldn't empathize with him. After all, he had just entered this circle for less than two weeks.

His first reaction was to think of the book he and Chen Wenwen had read in the literary club, Jacques the Fatalist and His Master, and the handwriting she had copied down and showed him.

[All the good and bad things we encounter in this world are written in heaven]

Lu Mingfei was in a trance for a moment, and then he realized that he had not thought about that girl for a long time. The white dress that once haunted his mind was also completely replaced by wine red without him noticing.

"Forget it. Just take care of yourself." Finkel sighed.

He pushed open the door of the dormitory.

"Wait, senior brother, where are you going?" Lu Mingfei quickly came back to his senses.

"To mail the clothes."

"Then when will you come back?"

"Not necessarily. After all, this is a cross-border trade, and there are many things I need to monitor on site. Leave the door open for me at night." Finkel's voice gradually weakened and disappeared in the corridor.

Lu Mingfei immediately grabbed his hair in annoyance. He looked at the new email on his phone and didn't know what to do.

[Tonight there will be a dinner and social evening at the ANBO Pavilion at 18:00. If you have time, come and eat. Caesar said he wants to communicate with you. - Nono]

Caesar?

Lu Mingfei was somewhat hesitant and perhaps a little timid. He wanted to drag his useless senior brother along, but Finkel was obviously more interested in making money.

……

squeak~

The door opened again.

Lu Mingfei looked up in surprise, only to find that the person standing at the door was not Finkel, but a boy with scarlet eyes.

Oh no! The victim is here!
“…Study master, what can I do for you?” Lu Mingfei laughed dryly, feeling a little guilty.

He cursed in his heart, [Damn it! I didn’t steal it!]

Su Beixun looked at the face of the poor boy and asked softly, "Is Finger here?"

"Ah, senior brother... went to the hospital because of diarrhea." Lu Mingfei spoke with a trembling voice.

"is it?"

“Maybe there was something wrong with his elbow yesterday. He has been vomiting and having diarrhea since last night. He even had diarrhea this morning and is dehydrated.” Lu Mingfei swallowed his saliva and tried his best to add details to make the lie more realistic.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Just when Lu Mingfei wanted to carefully say "Why don't you come back next time", Su Beixun looked at him with scarlet eyes: "I lost a black short-sleeved shirt, do you know what happened?"

Finished!

Lu Mingfei shrank his neck.

##
In the southeast corner of the college, Kassel College sends and receives express deliveries.

Finkel put his hands in his pockets, humming, and even tapping his feet on the floor when he was happy. But after turning a corner, his expression froze.

"...Junior brother?" Finkel laughed: "What a coincidence, I actually ran into you here! Are you here to send something too?"

"I came here specially to see you." Su Beixun lowered his eyelids.

"Looking for me?" Finkel pretended to be stupid.

"This time, this dress is my gift to my senior brother, but I don't want it to happen again." Su Beixun went straight to the point: "Otherwise, I think Professor Manstein will be willing to listen to my troubles."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Finkel said righteously.

"Don't pretend, Brother. Your little brother sold you out yesterday. By the way, didn't I ask him to give you a warning?"

"What?" Finkel's mouth twitched: "He clearly told me that he ran away early!"

Su Beixun sighed.

He didn't want to waste any more time, so he turned around and left.

But the next second, with a buzzing sound, something in my brain suddenly exploded!

The sound was so sharp, like an air raid siren was stuffed into the head, making the eardrums buzz!
【How is this going? 】

The sudden situation made Su Beixun stunned. But his body reacted faster than his mind, driving him to take a step to the left.

boom!
The red bullet shattered at the feet, emitting a light mist.

Sniper?!
Su Beixun's pupils shrank. He subconsciously tried to find cover, but his body suddenly staggered two steps!

He turned his head slowly.

Finkel put down the hot gun in his hand with a sinister smile: "Sorry, Junior Brother, just have a good sleep."

A streak of red gradually spread from Su Beixun's back, his vision began to blur, his body quickly became heavy, and then he fell headfirst to the ground.

"Done, call it a day." Finkel blew the whistle and pulled Su Beixun into the woods nearby.

Not long after, there were footsteps not far away. Nuonuo shook her long wine-red hair and slung her sniper rifle over her shoulder.

"Your junior sister is amazing!" Finger gave a thumbs up: "She was able to get something like this."

"It's just the inventory hidden by Freedom Day." Nono chewed gum and frowned: "What are you doing?"

Finkel held the camera against Su Beixun's face and said, "Junior sister, this is a beauty worth $5000 per photo! If there is a chance to make a fortune like this, of course you should take more photos."

Nuonuo smashed the butt of the gun on his head, "Stop messing around, business is more important."

"Don't worry." Finkel hissed in pain, but the shutter sounds never stopped: "Everyone else has gone to attend the banquet of the Lionheart Club and the Student Union. We still have a lot of time."

Nuonuo curled her lips. She suddenly pulled out the gun from her thigh and shot Su Beixun in the heart.

"Wow! What are you doing?" Finkel covered the side of his face that was scratched and sat down on the ground in fear.

"The opponent might be S-class. One Frigga bullet may not be enough for anesthesia. I'll fire another shot." Nono shrugged and inserted his index finger into the trigger pull and rotated it.

Finkel stood up tremblingly, threw away the camera, not daring to take any more pictures, and asked with a spit, "What should we do now?"

"Of course I rely on it." Nuo Nuo took out a tube of light blue liquid from his pocket and shook it casually: "Scopamine solution, also known as truth serum. One injection, and I'll answer whatever you ask."

"Wow, what a big deal!" Finkel swallowed his saliva and said, "Junior sister, have you ever thought that if it weren't for Su Beixun, we would be in trouble!"

"What are you afraid of? At most, I'll get a serious punishment." Nono rolled his eyes: "Is there anyone in Kassel College who is afraid of being punished?"

"That's true." Finkel said with a blank expression: "Do you know how fragile it is for an eighth grader to survive in a four-year university?"

"You use a good idiom." Nono spread his hands: "Anyway, the gun has been fired, and we successfully used the unusual situation in the dormitory to lure him out. It's just a matter of time, you won't back down, will you?"

"No." Finkel accepted his fate: "I'm just sad for my camera that became a bait. It thought it could make a great contribution like Conan's anesthesia watch."

Nono took out a 0.5mm needle, inserted it into the glass tube and sucked out the liquid: "Come on, we are mixed-bloods, not mustache detectives living in the UK. Of course we have to use the mixed-blood method."

She pulled out the needle and a drop of liquid slowly slid down the metal syringe.

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As night falls, the ANBO Museum lights up, and looking through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the lights are brilliant.

Classic and elegant men and graceful and elegant women held hands and spun gracefully on the solid wood parquet floor. The huge crystal chandelier sparkled.

Lu Mingfei huddled himself in a corner, wearing a cheap rented suit, looking like an ugly duckling that had strayed into Swan Lake.

"Please, please finish it quickly." He held a plate of food in his hand, but was too embarrassed to put it in his mouth. He was as stiff as a waiter in a hotel.

He was beginning to miss Finger. Although it would be strange for two men to hug each other, it couldn't be worse than it was now.

[However, if my senior brother knew that I betrayed him, would he be angry?] Lu Mingfei decided to order him a large plate of midnight snack as compensation.

After an unknown amount of time, the music slowly stopped. A man stood on the second-floor platform holding a glass of brandy on ice.

He had hair that was more dazzling than gold, draped over his shoulders like a lion's mane, and set off a face that was more perfect than a Greek sculpture. His eyes were a gorgeous sea blue, cold and without any warmth.

[This is a man who was born to be an emperor!] This thought suddenly popped up in Lu Mingfei's mind.

He suddenly thought of Nuonuo and felt a little sad, but he didn't know why. He lowered his head in inferiority, listening to the domineering declaration from above his head, like the emperor ascending the throne.

"Lu Mingfei." Caesar's voice came from above.

Lu Mingfei, like a minister who was distracted in the court, shuddered and immediately looked up, and saw Caesar extending his hand to him from a distance.

"Please come up and stand with me." The man sneered, "You can also refuse."

Lu Mingfei's mind went blank. He knew that it was time for him to make a choice. Caesar or Chu Zihang? The bad guy hated this kind of choice because he really didn't want to offend anyone.

The atmosphere gradually became dead silent.

At this time.

Caesar's cell phone suddenly rang. He was startled, reached into his pocket, and his face changed drastically after hearing just one sentence.

He turned on speakerphone and placed the phone on the microphone.

"Please go to the window, look in the direction of the school gate, and hold your breath. When guests arrive, the host should be prepared."

There was a deep, distorted voice on the phone.

(End of this chapter)