blackstone code

Chapter 2381

Fern became more focused. Ever since the art teacher made a piece of art for him and placed it in his personal art gallery, he felt that his soul had been sublimated!
He was in pain at first, but after a while, he became calm.

He would talk to the art teacher every day, but the art teacher did not leave him, but just changed a way, and will always be by his side.

Not to mention that he wears a part of her body, no matter where they go, they will be together!
Sometimes Fern even planned to have someone turn himself into a work of art after he died and put him with the art teacher.

He even designed a lot of looks so that they could be together forever and never be apart!

Of course, before that, he still has a lot of work to do, which has made him a lot more "normal" in the eyes of many people during this period.

In fact, he has never been abnormal from the very beginning, but most people in this world can't understand him, so he has no choice but to disguise himself as those idiots.

But in the eyes of a few people, it has become even more terrifying!
Because he is more gentle!

Fern pushed Mr. Changer onto the workbench, picked him up, and used a pair of scissors to cut through all his clothes and strip him amidst his yelling and head turning.

"You have many old wounds and gunshot wounds on your body. Have you ever been on a battlefield?"

Fern picked up the disinfectant spray and began to disinfect his body surface. If it is not disinfected, sometimes the artwork will deteriorate or even rot.

The gentleman who exchanged the chips may have guessed something, and he peed out when his body was already out of control.

Fern didn't dislike him because he was a man at all. Instead, he helped Zheng Zheng complete the excretion of urine, and then took out a small nozzle to clean up his body and the workbench again.

The workbench is not level, which is not conducive to work, and blood and body fluids will flow out of a small hole along the sloping surface.

He wasn't the first to pee on the workbench, nor would he be the last.

At this time, the gentleman who exchanged chips nodded his head. He had struggled before, but it was useless, so he could only cooperate, and then begged the kind Mr. Heen to let him go.

By the way, Fern!
"Yes, Mr. Fern, I have been a soldier, and I have been on the battlefield."

Fern looked like "I knew it", "Many people think that people must speak through their mouths, but I don't think that's the case."

"What people can express is not only words, but also other ways, such as using the body to speak."

"It sounds a little esoteric, but it's actually not difficult at all."

"Did you just say that your calf was cramped?"

The gentleman who exchanged chips nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Fern, but it seems to be much better now."

Fern watched the calf muscle fibers of the man who exchanged chips constantly twitch, and shook his head slightly, "It's still cramping, it's just that I injected you with an anesthetic, so you can't feel it."

"But don't worry, I will help you solve this problem now."

As he spoke, he took out the scalpel, and quickly calmed down the tense, throbbing, spasming muscles.

And the way he uses it is also very simple, cutting off these muscle tissues...

Although he didn't know what happened and couldn't see it, the gentleman who exchanged chips knew that something was moving in an uncontrollable direction.

He looked at Fern like he was a madman, but then became...he didn't know how to put it.

It was different from the torture he had been subjected to, the madman didn't even ask him any questions!

He was brought here out of nowhere, and then this guy did something to his calf, and then... he was a little dazed.

Confession?
He doesn't think he can't bear it now, he feels that if it's just like this, he can last for a long time.

Why don't you explain?
The ghost knows what this lunatic is doing and what he is thinking, he even feels a little scared!

He had never been afraid when facing the charge of the Federals on the battlefield, but at this moment, he felt afraid of this "artist" who looked very elegant!

Just when his mind was a little confused, Fern's voice came from next to his ear, "Your body is great and healthy. Do you know why I chose you?"

The gentleman who exchanged chips looked at the ceiling blankly, he shook his head, "I don't know, Mr. Fern."

Fern smiled and gave him an answer that he didn't expect.

He thought he might be more likely to be forced to confess?

Or do you look like some important character?
But Fern told him that his body fat percentage was relatively low among those caught, and he was in good shape.

"I don't like people with too much fat. Few people like fat people, let alone sometimes I have to clean these things."

"If you don't peel it clean, it will affect the final product."

As Fern thought of something, "I almost forgot to share this process with you."

As he spoke, he pushed a swinging arm over, and there was a mirror on it, facing the mirror of the workbench.

The gentleman who exchanged chips saw at a glance that he was lying naked on the workbench, and his cramped calf had been cut open.

Fern is just like his perception of himself as an artist. The cut muscles are trimmed into clusters of muscles, and there is a subconscious feeling of nausea.

"You don't think it looks good?" Fern frowned, but soon relaxed, "Maybe it's because of some blood, just wait for me to wash it off and it'll be fine."

As he spoke, he picked up the nozzle to rinse off the blood, and it did become... whiter, but even more disgusting.

But Fern ignored him, but continued to deal with the work in hand.

"Life is the most amazing thing, no matter how good we are in art, we can't give a work of art real life."

"Perhaps creating in a different way can bring us closer to this goal."

"Remember what I said earlier?"

"The human body can speak!"

The man who exchanged chips has never felt such horror before, he might watch himself being sliced ​​open bit by bit!

Just now there were still some thoughts of "I won't say it even if I die", but at this moment, it completely disappeared!

The only remaining part of his neck above his neck was bulging. "Ask me something!"

"I beg you, I'm willing to say anything..."

Fern looked at her, not as if looking at a person, but as if looking at a thing, a work of art.

His voice was very soft, not irritable at all, not even gloomy, it was a very sunny and peaceful tone, "Don't worry, we won't miss this link, but we haven't reached this link yet, we have to wait a while meeting……"

The gentleman who exchanged chips looked at Fern's hands as steady as stones, and he almost collapsed, "I promise, I will never lie..."

Half an hour later, Fern came out of the studio and lit a cigarette.

He seldom, or at least never smoked in the studio since the death of his art teacher.

The call was to Lynch.

"Mr. Lynch, I have already asked. This matter was done by... the governor of the province and a baron called..."

"That baron may be the counterfeiter we didn't catch last time. Their factory is at the junction of... and...."

"Everyone was divided into one or two million chips. It is not clear how many chips are there. It is not very clear whether they have flowed into circulation through other channels. They are all connected through a single line."

"Yes...I understand."

"Goodbye and good night, Mr. Lynch."

Fern hung up the phone, leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette and humming a cheerful tune.

After he finished smoking, he stretched his waist and focused on his work. Time always passed quickly.

He moved his body and returned to the studio.

There are at least two hours before the preliminary process can be completed...

Lynch, who got the results, was very satisfied with the results of Fern's interrogation. If anyone could ask what he wanted, then it must be Fern in the end.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, Fern is a pervert, but in Lynch's eyes, Fern just has a little hobby of his own.

He has seen more perverted people, so Fern is actually not that scary in his eyes, but very simple and easy to contact.

When he was thinking about how to solve this problem, Connor called him and told him to go there quickly.

Twenty minutes later, Lynch arrived at the presidential palace. To his surprise, the executive presidents of the six major federal banks were here, as well as technical engineers from the Federal Reserve Bank.

When everyone saw Lynch, they all took the initiative to greet him. Everyone knew that he was now a "big celebrity" in front of the president, and his own strength was also very strong.

Even if you don't like him, you have to maintain a superficially harmonious relationship with him.

What's more, everyone has cooperated recently, who wants to offend him for nothing?

"what happened?"

Lynch walked to the innermost place, and on the desk in front of Connor, there were several banknotes.

With a slightly serious face, he picked up one of the coins and handed it to Lynch, "This is a counterfeit coin, but it is no different from the real coin, do you understand what I mean?"

Lynch began to carefully observe the counterfeit money in his hand, a 20-yuan Federal Sol, Lynch felt it from his pocket, and another CEO handed him a 20-yuan bill.

He said thank you and started to compare the two notes. Unfortunately, he couldn't find any difference between the two notes, they were exactly the same!
"Are you sure it's a counterfeit bill?"

Lynch put the counterfeit bill back on the table, and at this time the technical engineer of the Federal Reserve Bank answered his question, "The code of this counterfeit bill is not in circulation, and we have not even printed currency with this number."

Connor took over at this time, "We're in big trouble!"

(End of this chapter)