Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Babi sat blankly on the damp stone slab, thinking a lot——April Bell, the Son of Darkness, the grinning she-wolf licking the dark red blood on her mouth, it was Rowena Merrick's Blood.Trembling, he opened his mouth and closed it again.The thunder outside the cave was deafening, and the lightning cut through the misty rain curtain again and again, "I know this is really unbelievable." Sam Quinn gritted his teeth, "But the irrefutable facts lie in our It's everywhere around - even in the Bible, there are teachings about destroying witches, witchcraft." Babi recalled that April Bell bluntly said that he was with his mother in his childhood and resisted his strict father, but he could not let Sam Quinn know these details.

"Actually, the story about the Garden of Eden in the Bible may be a symbolic condense of the tragic war in human history. Obviously, the python in the Garden of Eden is a magical mutant. His curse made human females Eve, and her descendants have all inherited the genetic characteristics of beast-like magic without exception. Now reptiles such as pythons and snakes are tired of crawling in the mud all day long, and they want to stand up again! "The magical mutant race has left its traces in various periods. There is a Paleolithic petroglyph in a cave in southern France. The time can be traced back to the period when mutants dominated the earth. The petroglyph shows a mutant who is becoming A horned stag—a metamorphosis that captivates devout human worshipers without overwhelming them with fear.

"During the reign of King Ramses III of Egypt, those mutants also tried to restore their lost rule there. According to the surviving historical records, someone made a wax pharaoh at that time, trying to murder him by witchcraft. The culprit of the practice. Some government officials and women in the harem were tortured. At that time, the magic mutation gene must have spread widely, but most of their ancient spells have been lost, and the magic tools used to accumulate destructive energy are also very childish. "Dr. Monrique discovered that Greek mythology is essentially the folklore of another tribe of beast-shaped magical mutants. The main god Zeus coerced the women and made them the mothers of the gods and heroes in mythology. The power of the heroes is obviously not as strong as Zeus. Whether it is Zeus' magical power or his strong lust, it clearly shows that he is a typical magical mutant. And the weird Proteus, the sea god, can change his image at will. A magical mutant with high mana.

"The same terrible history repeats itself in Scandinavia - like other folklore and historical records, the life of the huge gray wolf Fenrir is an unusual unnatural combination, which itself becomes The devil in the minds of the Nordic people. Sigo Mandy is another mixed-blood mutant who needs to put on a wolf's skin and use this magic power to turn into a wolf. " Babi couldn't help panicking again. Of course, he couldn't say anything about April Bell's fur coat. "In the Middle Ages, a group of witches composed of twelve witches and a demon king used witchcraft to confuse people's hearts, and was finally forced to go underground under the pressure of the religious court that tried the heresy of the Catholic Church. It is also a residual hybrid variation. Human tribes, they are so troublesome, they are nothing more than an attempt to maintain the ancient heretical races, and their witchcraft and ritual activities. The idol they represent is the animal figure-a metamorphosis of themselves. The notorious fifteenth century Gilder Rice was put on trial for heresy, he had at best a quarter of the magical mutant gene—too weak, too incompetent, and the uproar he caused sent him to the guillotine instead. De, accused of witchcraft and burned, must have been a mixed race of magical mutants, too, but her human side eventually took over."

Babi was thinking of Rowena Monrik, sitting on pins and needles on the stone plate. "In recent centuries," said Sam Quinn, "the Zulus who hunted sorcerers still practiced some of the practices of the medieval Inquisition. Even in Europe, magical heretical tribes were never eradicated—the Italian peasants still practice them today." A secret organization of magic." Sam Quinn shook his head vigorously. "No, Babi, the evidence is overwhelming. Dr. Monrik's discovery touches every realm. All the people in the prison or the shelter are the victims of the dark genetics. The reason why they commit crimes is because of their own mutant genes. Between man and beast, or between man and beast, the sinful drive of instinctive conflict—it is this conflict that distorts our personal character.

"Through the determination of the blood relationship and the first item index, we have obtained more sufficient evidence-almost every person tested has a certain shape characteristic of the animal-shaped magical mutant gene. Freud's exploration of the subconscious revealed another truth, which he was sadly unaware of himself. "Also, many universities are now conducting spiritual experiments - but most of the research is just beginning, the researchers are not yet aware of the terrible truths they will discover, and wizards and sorcery try to downplay the results of the experiments that have been obtained.

"There are endless examples in every region and every era. Dr. Monrique once set up a special memorandum on his desk-the Roman lamp, which shows a she-wolf feeding Romoros and Remus, The doctor called the lamp a clever propaganda product of the magical mutants. "We've discovered a lot—a lot," Sam Quinn turned, nodding vigorously at the wooden box, "not to mention this extremely convincing exhibit." The more Babi listened, the more panicked he became. "I don't quite understand," he murmured, "if the bestiality is really extinct—" "You still remember that we learned the Mendelian laws of heredity under the guidance of Dr. Monrick." Quinn had a smile on his face, and Babi was very nostalgic for those innocence, Happy student days.He shook his head in doubt, and Sam Quinn explained: "The germ cell units that control heredity, you remember, are called genes, and there are as many as thousands in the human body, each of which leads to a certain characteristic of an individual, or Contribute to the formation of such characteristics; for example, a dominant gene function is to produce black eyes. Every living individual obtains the paired gene from the parents - sexual activity is indeed a necessary way for gene recombination and deployment, and probability is Make sure everyone is a unique individual."

"Probability—" Babi couldn't help repeating it over and over again, wondering what the essence of the thought-controlling probability would be, "Genes can be divided into dominant and recessive, you remember." Quinn continued, "Our Genes are acquired in pairs, one from each parent, and the dominant gene will cover up the corresponding recessive genetic trait - the dominant gene for dark eyes covers the recessive gene for blue eyes, whether it is black eyes or Blue eyes are harmless, but some recessive genes can be disastrous." Babi licked his chapped lips and sat motionless.

"A recessive gene for deafness is an example." "Normal deaf-mute gametes—that is, those whose deaf-mute gametes are recessive but whose normal-hearing gametes are dominant—can't be detected with normal tests," Quinn said. There is no difference between people, but they are carriers of the deaf-mute gene. If two such carriers happen to marry, their genetic recombination chances will make one of the four children completely normal-one healthy gene from each parent. Generally speaking, the other two of the four children are also normal on the surface, that is, the normal gamete of the deaf-mute gene, that is, the carrier of the deaf-mute gene. The fourth child is the most unfortunate, born with deaf-mute, destined Living in a world of silence from birth to death, as two carriers of a recessive gene for deafness combine their genetic odds."

Babi moved his body uneasily, and said in a low voice, "What does it have to do with magical mutants?" "It matters, a lot," said Sam Quinn. "Human blood—or, to be precise, embryonic protoplasm—still bears the taint of magical mutant genes. Mutant tribes don't really die, because Their genes are still there, passed down by humans." Barbie nodded awkwardly. "The case of the magic mutation gene is more complicated than the case of the deaf-mute gene - and more catastrophic. According to Dr. Monrik's research results, there are hundreds of recessive genes, not just one. He found that one A gamete with absolute extrasensory perception requires the cooperation of several pairs of magic genes—and most of these genes are recessive,"

Bobby shook his head vigorously, then sat up straight again—fearful that his silent resistance would reveal the truth. "Atavisms do exist," Quinn went on, "but not many—as long as the laws of nature are followed, it's just a matter of probability, chance does exist. Every living person is a carrier, and most Atavism is only a partial manifestation. Theoretically speaking, there can be millions of pure humans and pure magical mutants.” "Ah?" Babi was taken aback, "How come?" "Genetic combination only provides the probability of producing one innate specificity, and it is impossible to produce the same another one." Quinn told Babi, "Partial atavism, that is, those who inherit one-sixteenth of the magic gene, May have extrasensory perception, they are sensitive to unnatural forces or influences, and are often moody, nervous, and melancholic - this is due to their subconscious resistance to the effects of inherited magical genes. They will be religious zealots , a medium for spiritualism, a split personality, a pathological criminal, a lucky exception, a genius—you know half-breeds always have a lot of energy." Babi was trembling in the wet and cold wind, at a loss as if he had lost something. "People who are born with stronger genetic traits have a better understanding of what is unusual about them and are better able to control it. In the Middle Ages, when the Inquisition cracked down on witchcraft, such people could be killed if caught. Burned to death. It is very different now, they fully demonstrate their uniqueness, organize, and regain their lost hegemony, they must have spent a lot of time brewing and creating all kinds of modern Scientific skepticism—although that's just a propaganda word. Dr. Monrick once said that the real meaning of skepticism is that there must be creatures beyond human beings." Babi listened blankly, thinking of April Bell made a weird confession.She must have been atavistic, a witch—and he himself was under her magical spell. "In each generation, the most prominent individuals will probably inherit a quarter of the magical genes," Quinn continued, "Although they are a quarter of wizards and wizards, it is not very clear Own anomalies. They have heightened cognitive sensations and subconsciously, sometimes clumsily, use inherited ancestral strange functions, displaying some of the hybrid's extraordinary abilities. Their lives are two species The product of conflict, evil mixed with good, against and repression of good—their twisted lives often go astray." Babi gradually understood, and felt that there was a more piercing cold than the thunder and lightning storm. "Dr. Monrik has spent a lot of time conducting definitive experiments on magic genes, but it is not ideal." Quinn continued, "It is easier to find signs and characteristics, such as skull shape or blood type identification. Unfortunately, these signs are not There must be many links to more dangerous traits of thought. Some experiments were somewhat indicative, but none were definitive." Babi let out a long breath, "That's—" His voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, and he couldn't speak any more. Quinn nodded sullenly, his serious expression tinged with sympathy. "Willie, don't be too anxious." He said softly. "The experiment did show that you have obvious magic gene characteristics, so Dr. Monrik let you leave his group-he can't take risks. However, the experimental results are not Definitely. Even if they were, many people with that gene would still be good, useful citizens of society. Monrik told me once that experiments had shown that his own wife had fairly obvious magic genes." "Rowena?" Babi said the word "mountain" lightly, then nodded slowly.It must be her blood inheritance and her supernatural powers that make her a threat to other people with supernatural powers, or people with witchcraft.That terrible genetic inheritance, it must have been, sent Rowena to Glenhaven, sent her to her grave, but Babi didn't want to discuss Rowena Monrique. "What about the pure-blood?" Babi said with difficulty, "Who is the pure-blood?" "No one should be," said Sam Quinn. "You can see that such chance is impossible. Hundreds of pairs of recessive genes are completely paired and expressed in one individual. Even three-quarters of the pure This heredity should not produce more than one individual in a generation's crowd, and they would not allow themselves to be too much doubted—especially in a country like the United States, where the masses are nominal rulers and the The real instruments of power are the newspapers, the banks, the joint-stock companies, and the legislature." The lightning once again reflected the outline of Quinn, and his stern and stern face was set against the dark cave. "There shouldn't be any pure-blood wizards alive right now—but I think there is one." Sam's bloodshot eyes fixed on Babi, "Dr. Monrik found some evidence that this peculiar group had a secret The leader, born with a large amount of evil genes. A veiled Satan, wandering unsuspected among the human population, waiting for an opportunity to restore his evil race's dead monarchy," Under Quinn's angry gaze, Babi felt uncomfortable all over. "Son of Darkness?" he murmured uneasily. "I remember Monrik saying that." He swallowed his saliva, "However, how can they regain power?" He disagreed but was powerless to refute, "The phenomenon of relapse is just a matter of chance, right?" "They didn't take a chance," Sam Quinn told Bobby solemnly. "That was Dr. Monrik's last and most amazing discovery—the one he wanted to say but didn't have time to say. Those atavistic Groups secretly form tribes and interbreed with close blood, which destroys the original randomness and chance, and greatly increases the probability of rent return.” Babi nodded his head slowly. He gradually realized that the recombination of the gene-manipulating gametes, so as to achieve the regeneration of pure-blooded magic wizards, the control of thinking over probabilities may have played a worse role in it—but he didn’t Dare to say this. "Their conspiracy must have begun generations ago," continued Sam Quinn. "The few secret tribes of magical wizards have never forgotten their lost supremacy, and have passed down their determination to regain their supremacy from generation to generation. Dr. Rick thinks so: Their activities are carried out underground, secretive and insane. With black power in their hands, they can easily do what Dr. Monrik couldn't do in the laboratory-identify among the crowd those who don't know they have potential special abilities.They use modern science to select breeding, find gene carriers - combined with their improvement methods - to screen and breed dominant genes in modern people, and then produce their long-awaited leader - the evil savior, they call of darkness. " Son of Darkness——this strange word echoed in Babi's numb mind.Sam Quinn's fiery eyes were staring at Babi again. Babi squatted on the cold slate and tossed anxiously, looking in panic at the big wooden box locked firmly behind Sam.He steadied himself and followed in a low voice: "Can I take a look—see what's inside?" Sam's big strong hand raised the rifle. "No, Baby." Sam's eyes shone coldly, and his voice was extremely severe, "Maybe you are innocent, but I can't trust you now——Dr. That's right. Nothing I tell you will do us any harm—I've been careful not to reveal what the secret clan chiefs don't know, you, you can't look at that box." Sam seemed to see that Babi's kindness had been hurt. "I'm sorry, Willie." His voice became kinder all of a sudden, "I can tell you a little bit. There are silver weapons in there that humans used in the long war against the magical tribes." Yes. There are blackened, broken bones, the remains of those who lost their lives in battle. And a complete skeleton of a magical mutant excavated from the tomb—and he was suppressed in the A weapon in the grave." His voice was as ruthless as before. "That weapon defeated the magical mutants," said Sam flatly. "It will defeat them again—when the moderns get the hang of it. That's all I can tell you, Babe ," "Who—" Babi trembled, his teeth chattering, "Who is that Son of Darkness?" "He could be you," said Sam Quinn, "I mean, he could be anyone. We know the physical features of a magical mutant—slender bones, pointed ears, long, rounded skulls. , the hair is short and flat, and the teeth are also pointed and very special. However, according to Dr. Monrick's discovery, in the process of inheritance, their physical characteristics and thinking characteristics are not necessarily closely related—even dark The son is not necessarily an absolute purebred." Concern and fear were evident on Quinn's haggard face. "So I come here, Babe, instead of going to court. I can't trust anyone, I can't stand—people. Most people are human, but I'm not absolutely sure I can tell a demon from a crowd, I've never been able Absolutely sure if Lex or Nick are inside the magic wizards. That sounds so outrageous, and I've always suspected that Nora-" Sam Quinn was at a loss for words. Babi curled up, shaking non-stop in the wet and cold wind.He wanted to ask how a red-haired witch could cast spells to charm normal men; how could he escape her spell.Will Silverware Save Him: Can Dogs Do It?Will the weapon in the wooden box work?He licked his chapped lips and shook his head helplessly—if he asked those questions, Sam Quinn would surely kill him. "Will you let me help you, Sam?" Babi said abruptly, "I want to do that. I need - need to save my own sanity - now that you've told me this. Babi stared stubbornly at Sam's sharp-edged face, "No matter what method we use, can we identify the Son of Darkness and expose the group of magic wizards?" " "That's what Dr. Monrique intended." Sam shook his head. "It might have worked—four hundred years ago. Before these tribes smeared their enemies in the Inquisition. And now, the activities are in university experiments The magical wizards in the room will do everything possible to prove that there are no wizards at all; the newspaper media will create public opinion and fool those who say that there are wizards; Sorcerer ontologists purge." Babi trembled again, his eyes glanced outside the cave from time to time.The destructive power of daylight will soon disappear, and the network of thoughts will be free to operate.He knew that Abelu Bell would call him, and that he would reshape—and that Sam Quinn would be next to kill. "Sam!" his trembling voice urged, "what shall we do?" Sam Quinn raised the gun subconsciously, with a haggard and stern expression pensive, and looked at Babi with deep-set eyes. Finally, he nodded slightly and said, "I will never forget that experiment." His voice Dumbly, "I don't like the way you look, Babi--and I don't like you coming here. Sorry if I sound off-putting, but I have to protect myself.I do need help, you can tell. He turned his eyes to the wooden box behind him, "I'll give you another chance." " "Thank you, Sam!" cried Bobby. "Tell me what to do." "First of all," Sam said, "there is a premise you must understand." Babi looked at the gun in his hand and waited silently, "Once you betray, I will kill you immediately." "I—I understand." Barbie nodded, and took a deep breath, "But you don't believe that I might be a—hybrid?" Sam nodded, and Babi almost stopped breathing. "Baby, you may be. When the human gene in us is a thousand to one dominant, it can cause a subconscious conflict between normal humans and that heretical gene, and almost everyone carries a little bit of it." of the magic gene. Regrettably, psychiatrists tend to ignore this in their theories of psychopathology." Babi took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. "Monrick's experiments show that you carry more magic genes than ordinary people," Quinn said. "I see a lot of conflict in you - but I don't believe the human part of you has given in." "Thanks, Sam!" Babi's voice was hot. "I will try my best." Sam Quinn frowned.The thunderstorm subsided, and the "tick" sound of the rain in the cave was particularly loud.Babi waited, not daring to vent his breath, the ignorance of the world was ruthlessly removed, the fear of the dream was explained clearly, he understood that his strong emotional conflict was a war between humans and demons, the human part must be To win!He clenched his fists, held his breath, and listened carefully, "Dr. Monrik has a plan." Sam Quinn said slowly, "He wants to surprise the magic tribe and announce his important discoveries to the public. , to unite the people around him. He hoped to wake up the public, wake up their governments, build a scientific army that functions like the Inquisition, and contain the children of darkness. Unfortunately, the sorcerers murdered him, and Nick and Lex— —now I think we must pursue another plan." He rubbed his chin and turned his eyes to Babi again. "It won't work publicly. Now we have to adopt a covert form and organize a small-scale, secret organization-developing one person at a time, so that I don't need to identify the mixed-race group, and any magic wizard who knows our situation must We will resolutely eliminate them, and we will never be soft-hearted." Babi shut his mouth and nodded silently. "Now I want you back to Clarendon," said Sam Quinn, "the first person to contact and grow our secret weave—I must stay here." As he spoke, he glanced at the precious wooden box.Babi asked in a low voice, "Who is it?" "We have to pick as carefully as the Son of Darkness picks his allies. We have to pick people with economic or political strength, or technological expertise, and they have to be tenacious - it's tough work," he said with piercing eyes Glancing quickly at Babi, "And—they better not be sorcerers!" Babi listened nervously. "Is there anyone in your head?" he wondered. "What about Dr. Asher Gran? He's a scientist, a perfect mechanistic materialist, famous and rich." Sam Quinn shook his head stubbornly. "Just happens to be the kind we can't believe, the kind of pedant who laughs at sorcerers—probably because he's one of the magical sorcerers himself. No, Gran would just put us in his intensive care unit with poor Mrs. Monrique. " Babi was nervous, but luckily Quinn hadn't heard of her death yet. "We have to choose another type." Quinn continued. "The first person I think of is your boss." "Preston Tye?" Bobby blinked in surprise, thankful that Sam had stopped mentioning Rowena. "Tye does have money," he said approvingly, "and a lot of political connections, but he doesn't He's a saint, he's the head of the municipal circles, he's the one who planned everything Valvin did, and made a lot of money out of it. His wife hasn't let him into her bedroom for ten years, and he Keeping half of Clarendon's pretty women, I'm afraid." "Do you know the specific person?" A mocking smile swept across Quinn's face. "That's all right," he continued gravely. "Dr. Monrique once said that most saints have one-eighth of the magic gene—their virtue just happens to be an overcorrection of the evil genetics. You tonight How about trying it at Preston Tye?" Bobby shook his head.The police net he had just escaped must have grown wider and tighter now.Preston Tey himself must have been tempted to hold him back—give the Star a scoop.He could picture headlines in large letters: STAR CATCHES DRIVE-DRIVE PERMANENT. "Is there something wrong?" Quinn asked. "It's okay!" Babi stood up suddenly.Now to be honest and say that I didn't want to kill Dr. Monrick's wife, it was obviously too late, I had to go back to Clarendon, and I hoped Nora wouldn't tell the police about the Foundation car.It was possible that he could find Preston Tye, and it was even possible--just possible--to win that extremely useful industrial magnate to Sam's cause.He smiled to hide the panic in his heart, moved his body stiffened by the cold wind, stood with his head bent against the top of the rock, and reached out to hold Sam's hand. "The two of us," he whispered, "fight the Son of Darkness to the end!" "We will find others—we must." Quinn straightened his tired body, "because every human culture records the history of people being humiliated and tortured by the demon king of hell, and hell is only human's response to magical mutants. One of the memories of the race." Seeing Babi's hand stretched out, Quinn put his cold muzzle against him and lowered his hand, "Sorry, Babi, you have to show me first, it's best to leave now!"