Special gene development monitoring

I'm different from other people and I know that.I love watching animals bleed, and it better be my doing.This discovery came from my first rabbit.Seeing its hind leg bitten by a snake, I wanted to bandage it, but dissected it unconsciously.Well... this is really an interesting thing!I read several anatomy books as a knowledge supplement and practiced.Every time I see their frightened and pleading eyes, I feel a strong and strange pleasure in my heart.Of course, I will not immediately experiment with people. This is wrong, and I know it in my heart.So I started catching live rabbits or squirrels in the woods and feeding them until they were big enough to use as taxidermy.

The first surgery is fresh and exciting.In the back room of the greenhouse, I cleared out the table that I usually do handicrafts as a small operating table, and prepared all kinds of sharp small tools.The sound of the rabbit is really harsh.When the blood flowed out little by little and splashed all over my body with its slow struggle, I frowned and finished all the procedures----bleeding, dismembering the body, packing it and putting it in the refrigerator at home, maybe today My dinner will be rabbit.Mom would think it was Mrs. Sophie who bought it, and Mrs. Sophie would think it was Mum who bought it.But when I cut her open just now, I found that there were a few newly formed cubs in her stomach, hey!It will be fine if you keep it for another two months, at least you don't have to run hard to catch the test items, these little things are really tiring to catch!

After finishing all the work and tidying up the site, I felt a sense of comfort and satisfaction in my heart, as if I had a new goal in life and then realized it!

When I discovered this new gadget, every day was colorful, and it seemed that even the whole boring world had become a little bit more colorful.But I have a younger brother.

Richard has always played with me. He would make models with me. Although I had played with the model and put it back in the box and deliberately kept it from anyone, I wanted to do it again with him.I feel that I am close to him.But things haven't been that simple since Jonathan was born.He always dominates him.When he was 3 years old and just learned to climb stairs, he would climb all the stairs he passed, and Richard would always follow patiently beside him.I was playing with a magnifying glass and reshaping the Civil War battlefield alone on the windowsill of the greenhouse. When I looked up, I could see Richard who was still playing with Jonathan.He's going to college!Why are you still clinging to him!Now that I am proficient in anatomy, I can completely eliminate him quietly, but after all, children are bigger than animals, and human beings are always much more tenacious than animal life.I decided to bury him!immediately!immediately!In the morning, my father told Richard that the gardener was off today, so he mowed the lawn. The sound of the lawnmower is not usually loud...

And when I finished the preparations and kicked this burden into the sandpit, a little girl ran over.

She saw it!

But she didn't shout, she just took my hand, "Possessiveness can be adjusted, there's no need to do it."

How does she know?

I don't even know if she doesn't tell me!

Who is she?

Of course, Jonathan survived in the end, thanks to the little girl.As for some of the other damn things she said, it didn't make much sense either.

Then the next day she came to see me again.

Holding a book half as big as hers.I almost dragged her here, and I saw a ditch on the lawn dragged by her book spine. I don’t know what kind of expression my father will have when he sees it...with a flattering smile on his face, because he is afraid that I will be like burying Jonathan buried her?Well, I will think about it. After all, I don't have the ability to control this kind of thing. If she accidentally speaks out, it will be a big deal.So I gave her a reassurance for the time being.

At first I thought she was just a little timid, but now it seems that she is too small.What if it is small enough to please a person for 5 years?

She is not noisy, never plays with Barbie dolls and the like, and seems to know me very well, she especially likes to look at me secretly, and laughs when she accidentally touches my finger .She knows that I don't like being touched by others, so she always follows me at a distance that is not too close and not too far away. When I make models, she tosses her model airplanes, and when I read books, she also reads them. She seems to be particularly obsessed with economics. For science and biology, especially mathematics, one question can take an entire afternoon to ponder.She is a smart girl.

But that afternoon, she seemed unable to bear it.I know she wants to touch me, but it just seems to me that it's just a girl's affection for a boy.The girls at school liked me too, even though I pushed me away every time they came over to hold my hand.

But she is not as simple as holding hands and kissing cheeks like an ordinary little girl!

She actually kissed me!Like mom kissing dad!I occasionally see them kissing in bed through their open door when I pass their room downstairs for a drink at night.

That guy named JaneYoung actually did the same thing to me!

Surprisingly, it doesn't have the disgusting feeling of being touched, or the disgusting feeling of being offended, on the contrary, it's very... um... sweet.

I was intimidated.Because I wanted to do the same to her, but reason told me not to.It's not that children shouldn't do this, but they shouldn't show their hearts to anyone.

I don't want to take the initiative.

I think I should chill her for a while.Think carefully about what this is all about, if there is anything, you won't cherish it if you get it easily.This is what all stupid love stories are designed to tell us.

Yes, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

Whenever I see her eyes brighten up when she sees me, and frowning when I deliberately pass her by, I feel funny and happy in my heart.Wait another month.If she plays with someone else then she doesn't belong to me.

Yes, it belongs to me.Belongs to me alone.

She did not disappoint me.It's just that she's crazier than I thought. The reason why the 5-year-old girl came here despite such a big thunderstorm was probably to test another method that she just thought of.When I opened the window, she was looking at me with wide eyes and horror. The cotton pajamas were pulled to the shoulders due to the large movement, and the beautiful black hair was curled up on the top of her head, and there was a dead leaf on it.I don't feel very comfortable. After all, my test subjects are well taken care of by me. As for her?Hmm... I thought about burying her, but dismembering her body... wait and see.

I dragged her up from the outside.There was a pleasant fragrance on her body, faint, like the fragrance of flowers.I let her sleep on my bed when she looked clean.Madam Sophie can arrange it in the guest room, but... I don't want my stuff to sleep elsewhere.I just want her to sleep where I am.

Now I can dissect some fawns and foxes.My parents knew I loved hunting and that I could pack game for them to cook so they both loved that I had this hobby.But I am no longer so calm about it, on the contrary, most of the time I always think about that summer, the little girl lying on my body with mottled tree shadows, her cool water-like long hair flows to my neck, in my heart The strange feeling of mouth messing is even more amazing than the first time I cut the rabbit's neck.This kind of feeling that her mind is occupied is really uncomfortable, not to mention that the last trial period may be too long, and she has not taken any action for a long time.

I don't want to take the initiative.

But it's driving me crazy.

She invited me to watch a movie at her house on her birthday.Movies are boring, I think so.But I went to the movies.She sat at an arm's length next to me.You can reach out and touch it.She likes to watch me eat cherries and I know that.Maybe it was because she was too excited or somehow she touched the remote control and brought up her yesterday's playback record.

Well... so she likes this.

Actually, I don't feel anything about it.Whether it's the commercially ham-fisted sex acted out for the audience or the endless splatter of liquid.Nothing but the routine of mornings proving that I'm a normal boy.No wet dreams, no fantasies about girls.And the so-called sexy girls that Jerry whispers in my ears every day are not perfect test products in my opinion.

It's too loud.They can't even do the most basic quiet.

But Jane, she is clean and well behaved.Would love to experience her kiss again.But the girl seemed terrified of me.

But judging by the degree of moving this way inch by inch, she still couldn't help it.

I picked the right corner of my mouth, and then I heard her say to me in a small, tentative voice that seemed to expect me not to hear: "MayIkissyou?"

Of course my good girl.Come here quickly.Daddy has been waiting for you for a long time.Control is an important issue.I can't be too eager.Maybe I'd frighten her, though chances are she'd be far more amused than frightened.

Suspecting that I'm gay just gave me the perfect excuse for her to touch me.In fact I couldn't wait to tuck her hands into my pants.