Black Braised Egg was very efficient this time, perhaps because this little thing was too simple and easy for him.
Two days later, a total of thirty cadavers were handed over to the New York University School of Medicine at a donation ceremony for use in learning and scientific research.
Even the instructor who had discussed this with Christine in advance and the school were shocked. Thirty cadavers were offered at once. This was not something that an ordinary rich person could do. Without a certain amount of power, there was no point in even thinking about it.
New York University is naturally not short of some powerful graduates, but with so many prestigious universities in the United States, which one is not in this situation? When there are too many people and too little resources, anyone who is greedy can easily be caught, so the "voluntary donations" from outsiders like Dior are so precious!
The school also paid more attention to this "borrowed student". Not only did they allow him to use the classroom and some teaching aids, but the cadaver teachers also specially allocated several cadavers for his individual use. This was considered as fulfilling the original promise. Both parties benefited from each other and got along very harmoniously.
Of course, as the bridge that made all of this happen, Christine also received high praise from her mentor and the school. In the future, her younger classmates will also thank her for her contributions, which will be a great honor for them.
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At around 8 o'clock on Friday evening, Dio, who had just finished a day's business, waited until Will left, then returned to his room, took out an old N-hand camera and placed it on the table.
Then purple vines spread out from his hands and wrapped around the camera on the table. Dio then activated his "telepathy" ability at the right time and smashed the camera into pieces with one punch.
If other people saw such strange behavior, they would probably think he was mentally ill and call the police immediately.
But the next moment, the completely destroyed camera spit out a very clear photo.
Dio picked up the photo and looked at it carefully, then casually swept the remains of the camera on the table into the trash can.
The person in the photo is Colonel William Stryker, who often shows up in the military to promote his theory of mutant dangers. Dio has been eyeing the adamantium in his hands these days, so he needs to grasp the other party's secret research base in advance.
At this time, the most useless [Purple of Hermit] actually came in handy in advance, allowing Dio to control the opponent's position at any time.
It's just that William Stryker has been attending some meetings these days and goes straight home after work every day, so Dio has not been able to find the location of his secret research base. But where his home is is no longer a secret. If all else fails, he can change his appearance and force this guy to hand over the adamantium. But this is the last option. If possible, Dio doesn't want to make a big deal out of it, and being able to steal the things quietly is the best outcome.
After confirming that the background of William Stryker at this time in the photo was his home, Dio directly set the photo on fire and burned it to ashes. He still gained nothing today.
"It consumes a camera every time you activate this ability. It's really a rip-off."
Dio didn't expect that the more than 20 broken cameras he bought last time would be used up so quickly. They would be used up in just a few days.
He did try to use other media to activate his "telewriting" ability, but the "video signal" that a TV could receive simply couldn't radiate that far, and he couldn't hold a TV all day long.
He has also tried his mobile phone, which is much better than a TV, but it seems that this kind of real-time "video signal" has a distance limit. It is difficult to ignore the spatial distance like a photo. It is okay if it is close, but not if it is far away.
After testing the current limits of [Hermit Purple]'s abilities, Dio doubted very much that [Hermit Purple] could continue to grow, because it didn't make sense that a complete stand would be just a few vines.
He felt that [Hermit Purple] was very likely to be like Koichi's stand [Echo], which had the potential to evolve without relying on the power of "arrows" and grow in multiple stages. However, he had not yet found a way to allow [Hermit Purple] to evolve autonomously.
Just as Dio was thinking about this possibility, his phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Christine. They had agreed to take a human anatomy class together today. Although the time was a little creepy, neither Dior nor Christine cared.
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A few hours later, around one in the morning.
After finishing the anatomy class, Dior and Christine came out talking and laughing. They had just dismembered a "cadaver teacher" not long ago, and the horrific scene did not seem to affect their mood at all.
In fact, even Christine was surprised. She is not afraid of corpses now because she has seen many of them, so she feels there is nothing to be afraid of. However, when she first took the human anatomy class, she vomited directly like most of her classmates...
But under her full gaze, Dio did not show the slightest discomfort from beginning to end, let alone vomiting, he did not even frown. Instead, he took the initiative to help with great interest.
Christine also asked him why he wasn't scared or felt sick.
Dio's answer was: "If I'm not afraid of the living, why should I be afraid of the dead?"
If you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it. What is there to be afraid of if people are dead? The truly terrifying things in this society are the living people!
When Dior sent Christine to her doorstep, he took the initiative to ask, "Would you like to invite me in for a cup of coffee? This time there won't be a homeless person lying in the back snoring and getting in the way."
"It's a little too late today. Drinking coffee at this time will affect my sleep. I have several surgeries tomorrow and need to get up early, so let's do it next time."
Christine, who no longer had the courage from last time, declined in a panic. They were all adults, so was it really as simple as just drinking coffee when she brought someone home late at night
"That's a shame. Maybe I can taste your cooking next time. Good night."
"Be safe on your way back, bye!"
Dio didn't force this matter. Maybe if he insisted a little longer today and said something like "you don't have to drink coffee", he could get into the house smoothly. But to be honest, there was no need for that. Otherwise, it would be a bit awkward to meet again. It was best to let everything take its course.
On the way back, Dio smashed the last broken camera in the car and suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road.
This time, the background shown on the photo that was "read and written" was completely different. If he guessed correctly, the location of William Stryker at this moment should be the secret base where he tricked Logan into injecting adamantium!