Chapter 234: Pollination, non-human, as desired.

At 7:00 a.m., Congressman Edward's private cottage.

As a politician who has been staunchly opposed to shifters so far from the beginning, Edward has an important meeting to attend at nine this morning on the topic of exploring the frequent shifter riots that have been occurring in recent days.

The shifter who caused all this is E's most recent shifter fugitive, last name White, a student.

Two days ago, he revealed a video of an unthinkable Battle Royale.

There are no traces of collage, editing, or performance in the video, and the high-definition images of ugly faces with the names of the gamblers cover the anonymous ID numbers, leaving no room for those who think they can be unscrupulous across a computer screen.

In less than 10 minutes, some people recognized that among the gamblers were their classmates, colleagues, and even businessmen with successful and prestigious careers.

Soon, a wave of powerful deletion of posts and blocking the number of tidal wave came, countless ID explosion in place, the site is also one after another 404.

On that day, all the websites with a little bit of traffic had all kinds of problems, such as frequent lagging, and serious cases of direct paralysis.

To allow the spread of such a scandal, which is so bad that it disregards human rights and tramples on people's lives, is to sit back and wait for death; and to delete the posts in a big way is to arouse public grievances.

But at a time like this, officials can't take care of that much.

In theory, with such a strong blockade, the person who released the news could only be deaf and dumb, and it was impossible for any news to be conveyed.

Officials want to shut people's mouths, but the surname of the white counterattack, directly into the official mouthpiece, choking the official straight rolled his eyes.

--That video was actually posted directly on the headline position of the government website, not only making an eye-catching propaganda poster, but also replacing the list of wanted fugitive aliens with a list of gamblers and their avatars, scrolling through it.

The website that used to publish political events was less frequented, and as soon as the news spread, the site's already less than stellar servers were nearly overwhelmed by the swarm of bystanders.

Officials are dumbfounded.

It would be a real travesty if even the government website was 404ed.

Not only that, the TV signals and frequency bands were also forcibly hijacked, and the TV station dispatched professionals to make emergency repairs, and within a short while after the repairs were made, they would be taken over again.

No matter what channel one tuned in to, one would see a face glistening with oil, maliciously pointing and swaying the alien's life and death from the screen.

On that day, all television channels were closed.

Snowflakes take over every TV station.

Some people have named this day "Avalanche Day".

The "avalanche" has appeared in every corner of the big city, on the radio, advertising LED screens, and even in front of the bank scrolling subtitles are no exception.

The only thing left to struggle is the declining paper media.

But no one reads the paper anymore with all the media people mouthing off against the weakness of the Alter Ego.

What they see is the truth that the officials are trying desperately to hide, and the people never scruple to speculate, with the greatest malice and imagination, about the stinking swamp and sludge hidden under this layer of truth.

In conjunction with the content of the video, rumors about Bai Anyi are becoming more and more mysterious.

The most widely rumored theory is that Bai Anyi is actually the true Multi-Shifter.

As for his cousin "Chi Jiangyu", it's just a shield for him to pretend to be a pig in a poke.

The rumor has been told a hundred times, and the more it spreads, the more true it becomes.

Whether it is a new round of mercilessly trampling on the human rights of psychics by the government, or the possible emergence of a "new species" of polymaths, it is a great stimulus and invisible encouragement to those psychics who are not willing to live their lives in such a way.

There's been another parade of shifters at home and abroad, and just yesterday, at noon, there was a bloody clash within the city where Edward lives.

That's what caused Edward's troubles today.

Edward worked almost all night last night and made thorough preparations to prepare for today's meeting, using the excesses of the xenos as an example, and to put a stricter xenos management bill on the agenda while recognizing the inadequacies of E's management.

He squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and shoved it into his mouth.

I don't know if it was from staying up all night, but his eyes were so sore that he couldn't open them very well.

Edward fished out the eye drops from the small cabinet where he kept his toiletries and, after putting them on, closed his eyes and brushed his teeth.

His lover, a blonde woman, awakened by the noise he made, came into the washroom and wrapped her arms around him from behind, rubbing against him.

She asked, "What time did you sleep yesterday?"

Edward replied, "About three o'clock, baby."

The woman looked surprised, "Today's meeting looks really important to you now."

"That's for sure."

Edward's eyes were closed, and a spider web of blood-colored lines appeared before his bloodshot eyes.

It was the shape of a capillary in the sunlight, but it called to mind a thrilling scene from his memory.

Five years ago, Bailey left a meeting to explore a bill to regulate shifters and gouged out his eyes in front of a crowd in front of the halls of Congress to protest the unfair treatment of shifters.

If he hadn't protested for the so-called "human rights" of the aliens in such a bloody way, which led to the first aliens-related bill being introduced too loosely, and other countries following suit, Edward believes that the present society would never have been in such a mess.

Human rights are for human beings.

Altered beings have always been threateningly alien to human society, whether they have evolved, or mutated, and need to be regulated by the machinery of violence.

Collaring and caging wild animals is, in Edward's view, a true human right.

Now, with things in E pushing the envelope, his unfinished plans from back then could finally continue.

The TV in the living room, unsurprisingly, was showing news related to Bai Anyi.

On the screen was a clear facial headshot of him, a file photo taken when he was enrolled in school, and it wasn't a bad shot, but unfortunately he hadn't caught the smile, and his facial lines were so clean and cold that he looked like an icy, inorganic teenager.

He's been a headliner in every country for two days straight with this high-definition frontal photo, but not a single person in the world knows where he is right now.

The blonde beauty leaned against the lavatory door and lit a cigarette, "The world's first possible case of multiple psychics, huh? ...... If you had powers, what would you want?"

Edward didn't hesitate: "See through everyone, see through their powers, lest those powers conceal their identities."

"What a pain in the ass." The woman drew on her cigarette and re-examined Bai Anyi on the TV, "He looks so young."

"It's youth that makes the head spin."

Edward opened his eyes, cleaned his mouth, and then began to wash his face again, running the faucet to a roaring halt.

"That shelter has been closed down, I heard, and all the working shifters were taken away for investigation, and the E officials cut ties with them, saying it was a private act. Do you believe that?"

"It's none of my business." Edward said coldly, "As long as the aliens wear collars and follow the rules, who has the chance to be able to do excessive things to them? Causing social unrest is the most irresponsible thing to do ......"

With that said, he looked up at himself in the mirror to see if he had any stubble on his chin that needed tending to.

The original turquoise blue eyes of the man in the mirror had turned into two colors, one gray and one yellow, strange to the extreme.

Edward froze.

He raised a hand to touch his eyes, but they were unusually sensitive and uncontrollably shed tears that stung his eyelids.

Edward stood still for a moment and quickly rubbed his eyes, the eyeballs gurgling with panic.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw stars straight in front of his eyes.

It's just a matter of distinguishing colors, which isn't too hard for Edward.

In the mirror itself, the eyes did turn a gray and a yellow.

Can any disease change a person's pupil color overnight?

...... According to his understanding, there is currently such a "disease".

He sees the world in a way that is not quite the same as before.

He saw himself in the mirror, a blurry word etched on his brain.

Edward eyes a little blurred, he raised his hand to touch, the surface of the skin is smooth, there is no difference.

But as his vision gradually returned, he made out the invisible brand that had struck his brain.

"inhuman".

...... non-human.

He got his wish, gained the ability to recognize aliens and "normal humans", and found a very appropriate adjective to put right in the center of his head.

The blonde woman headed for the open kitchen, intending to make a cup of cereal when she heard a sparse, strange noise coming from the lavatory.

The woman was surprised and folded back into the washroom.

The scene she entered startled her.

The bottles and jars on the vanity were shattered on the floor, including her newly purchased perfume, while Edward was peeling open the vanity hutch and removing from it a stash of class A globulin-inhibiting medication, shoveling large handfuls of it into his mouth, clicking and chewing a mouthful of white foam.

The woman was busy coming up to grab the pill bottles, "...... Are you crazy? These pills are old and probably expired ...... My God!"

...... She saw Edward's eyes.

Her mouth opened and closed, "You ......"

Edward escaped without a trace, slipped in the foyer, and bumped his lip.

Despite the mess, he escaped the house.

Chi Xiaochi sat on the roof of Edward's house, his feet resting outside the railing, watching the way he fell onto his lawn, tugging at the turf and crying out in pain and cursing harshly, taking the remaining spores back into his palm.

He hadn't slept in the last two days and had captured a hundred spore-powdered creatures in the air.

Chi Xiaochi doesn't have a lab, but Lou Ying itself is a full-fledged mobile lab.

After analyzing, the essence of the spore is a strange micro-organism with activity and intelligence that feeds on the A-globin secreted by the human body, and after entering the body, it stimulates the human glands to secrete a large amount of A-globin to feed on.

And class A globulin is the inevitable element that stimulates the evolution of the human body.

A single active spore inhaled into the body can lead to the evolution of a human being, and the greater the number, the greater the stimulated secretion of globulin.

It's just that the way they reproduce is not yet known.

Their instincts to avoid harm are extremely strong, and as living creatures, they will make their own journeys through the human body, and they will evolve intelligently with the absorption of class A globulin to avoid risks, even if blood tests are taken, they can't test for anything.

Moreover, this creature has an extremely special Muqiang nature.

If the parasite dies a natural death, or dies under another creature, the creature immediately detaches from the body and transfers to the nearest target nearby.

However, if the parasite is killed by a person, the spores will immediately end the symbiotic relationship and transfer directionally into the person who killed the parasite.

...... This is the secret of the so-called "killing aliens to gain evolution".

Chi Xiaochi remembers that the main systems of all the "capsules" in the organization are connected in one place.

It is small enough that once the host is dead, the spores can burrow through the cracks in the "capsule" and pass along the thin air inside the cable to kill the original host.

However, Chi Xiaochi has no way of knowing how this creature came to be.

In the middle of the Jurassic period, mammals experienced an "evolutionary explosion", an abnormal jump in evolution that is still a major unsolved mystery in the archaeological world.

Who knows if they witnessed the birth of a new Jurassic.

Chi Xiaochi took the scavenged spores, not to a research facility, but to the right people.

--Since last night, when Edward had begun working on his draft for tighter control of aliens, invisible, bright red spores had fluttered around him.

"Edward, the famous anti-Shifter politician." Chi Xiaochi flipped through the memo, "Within these five years, verbally attacked the Alterans and pushed hard for the Alien Management Act to be militarized and institutionalized. Once openly let it be known that if he became a shifter, he would immediately commit suicide."

"Bai Anyi" looked at Edward, who was sitting on the lawn in a daze, recovering from his rampage: "He doesn't seem to have a death wish to me."

Having accompanied Chi Xiaochi around for so long, and with Chi Xiaochi actively feeding him, he has inhaled a lot of spores, and his transformation time and ability level are certainly not comparable to the old days.

Chi Xiaochi shrugged, "Who knows."

Lou Ying suggested: "Don't we publicize the spores first?"

Chi Xiaochi was sure: "Let's not go public yet. We are now wanted criminals, and there is no opportunity for equal dialog. If people don't believe me, I'm wasting my breath; if they believe me, the world will be in chaos. So why do I talk about it? It's easier to just do it."

He spread out his palms and let the spores gather in his palms, gathering the shape of a maple leaf, "Escaping from prison, releasing the video, and openly provoking, since we've made such a big world news, we might as well make it even bigger, and tell these politicians to pave the way for the future of the shifters. For these stubborn opposition, this is the fastest way to get them to figure out what stance to take."

Lou Ying discussed with him, "Edward, this side is OK, should we take a break, or should we go to the next person's house now?"

"One moment." Chi Xiaochi folded her legs, "I want to see if he'll kill himself or not."

Bai Anyi laughed.

...... But it is just really afraid that Edward will not be able to think in a hot head.

Throughout, Chi Xiaochi is both emotional and rational, so I don't know whether to be cold-blooded or gentle.

Well, Edward's quite a life saver.

He got up slowly, went back to the villa, drove his lover away, sat for a while at his desk, picked up all the printed out speeches and fed them, one by one, into the shredder.

If the purpose of designing drawings for a prison is to lock yourself in, anyone with a little bit of brains should know what to choose.

--What are human rights?

In the eyes of most ordinary people, the concept of human rights is simple: what kind of person one is should call for and claim the rights of that kind of people.

Opinions don't matter at all, positions do.

Isn't that so?

Chi Xiaochi was relieved to see that Edward was not showing any signs of a death wish.

He checked Edward's name off the roster, "Next?"

Lou Ying: "Uh, next."

"Bai Anyi" got up with him: "Does Jiao Qingguang not care?"

"Tube. Why don't you care?" Chi Xiaochi fished out another transient card, "His remorse value is almost full four times, and the transient card he cashed in is enough for us to go to enough ten countries to slowly pollinate."