Chapter 474
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Is this the place?
Chen Zhao raised his head and looked at the commercial building before him.
Chen Zhao compared the address. This was indeed the place. There was no mistake.
However, the top few floors of the commercial building were apartments. The monthly rent for an apartment here was at least $100,000.
In order to enter the apartment floor, one had to go through the security. The security here was very good.
After reaching the door, Chen Zhao pressed the doorbell.
Just then, a black man opened the door. "You are?"
"Doctor. Does anyone need a doctor?"
The black man looked Chen Zhao up and down and then opened the door.
However, there was actually a floor-to-ceiling window at the entrance.
"This is?"
"Disinfection," the black man said.
"Disinfection?" Chen Zhao's face darkened. Do you think this is a fully automated production room?
However, Chen Zhao still went in. First, he sprayed ethylene oxide gas from the top and then another door. Water mist sprayed out from inside. The mist was probably also used for disinfection.
Chen Zhao was curious about his client's illness.
The black man also went through two sterilization procedures before entering the room.
Chen Zhao looked around. The interior of the apartment was decorated in a modern style. There wasn't a single speck of dust in the room. There was also an air purifier working at all times.
A blonde girl with white skin sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the sunlight coming in through the glass.
However, the girl's skin was really unbelievably white. Chen Zhao could even see the blood vessels under her skin when the sunlight shone on it.
This kind of morbid whiteness was obviously not normal.
"Are you my client?" Chen Zhao asked.
The girl turned to look at Chen Zhao and then combed her hair with her hand.
Chen Zhao was stunned. He was familiar with this action.
It was a movement that only people wearing wigs would have. Chen Zhao looked at it again and confirmed that it was indeed a wig.
"Hi, are you not feeling well?"
"I heard you're an illegal doctor, right?" the girl asked.
"Uh … yes."
"Do you know how to get breast implants?"
Chen Zhao was dumbfounded. Then he turned to look at the black man beside him.
The black man looked away, but Chen Zhao could see the corner of his mouth twitch.
"I don't." Chen Zhao really wanted to leave.
Breast implants my ass. You're clearly a glass girl.
Chen Zhao didn't know how to do breast augmentation. Even if he did, he wouldn't dare to do it on a glass girl.
This girl might have a congenital low immunity, or she might have zero resistance.
She could only live in a sterile environment for the rest of her life. Even her food had to be sterilized.
Think about it, a piece of steak was first soaked in disinfectant and then placed on a plate. Would an ordinary person be able to eat it?
As long as there was a little bacteria or virus in the air, it could be a fatal threat to this girl.
She was like a caged bird, forever trapped in this enclosed house.
If she wanted to go out, she could put on a space protective suit and carry an oxygen tank on her back. This was how she traveled.
Moreover, this method was not necessarily safe. Perhaps even breathing in the air outside would bring death.
The glass girl placed her hands on her chest and weighed it. Her face was filled with disappointment.
"I really want to be like those girls on TV, with a pair of breasts."
Chen Zhao turned to look at the black man. "Is this what you usually show her?"
"I'm just her protector. I don't have the right to restrict what she sees," the black man replied.
This glass girl's development was indeed much slower than normal girls. This was due to nutrition and environmental factors.
"Sorry, I can't help. I have to go," Chen Zhao said.
Just then, a familiar person walked in.
The person was also surprised to see Chen Zhao.
Blackie!
"Blackie, why are you here?"
"I feel death."
Chen Zhao turned back to look at the girl and left the apartment silently.
However, Blackie followed Chen Zhao in the elevator.
Chen Zhao couldn't help but ask, "When will she die?"
"Should be within 24 hours."
"Cause of death."
"I saw her die. She was shot."
When Chen Zhao walked out of the elevator, someone bumped into him.
The person was about the same size as Chen Zhao. His hands were in his pockets, but his eyes looked rather fierce.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to die? "the person shouted at Chen Zhao without any explanation.
Chen Zhao felt that this person probably had mania. Even normal contact at the elevator door could make him talk like this.
"It's him," Blackie said. "He was the one who shot the girl in the video."
Chen Zhao raised his fist and punched the person's chin.
Just then, Blackie said, "Disappeared."
"What disappeared?"
"The scene of the girl's death, but her death didn't change."
Chen Zhao frowned. He'd changed the way of death?
But the result hadn't changed?
Just then, Chen Zhao saw two people walk in.
It was a woman who was very important to Chen Zhao, his mother.
The other was her assistant, Sally. When Chen Zhao's mother and Sally saw Chen Zhao, they were both stunned.
"Chen Zhao, why are you here? What's going on? "
"Isn't that Asselon?" Sally saw the person Chen Zhao had punched unconscious on the ground.
"One of my clients is here," Chen Zhao answered.
"What about him?"
"We bumped into each other and he threatened to kill me. I saw a gun in his pocket."
Chen Zhao's mother and Sally glanced at each other. Sally immediately made a call and roared at the other end, "What are you doing? Why did Asselon come in here? "
A while later, the building's security rushed in and pulled Asselon out.
"I have something to do. I'm leaving."
Just then, Chen Zhao's mother said, "Your sister lives upstairs. Don't you want to go up and take a look?"
Chen Zhao hesitated. The girl's face suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Is it convenient?"
"Nothing. She probably knows that I have a brother."
Chen Zhao frowned and sank into deep thought.
Did the girl call him here on purpose?
Does she know that I'm her brother?
Chen Zhao returned to the elevator and rode with his mother.
Chen Zhao didn't hate his mother, but they were more like familiar strangers.
So, there was only awkwardness. Chen Zhao didn't know how to communicate with his mother.
Chen Zhao's mother didn't speak either. She just watched the elevator go up.
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