Thank you for the children from the neighbor’s house and the reward of the Blood Sword!

……………………

The Indian uncle was excited, but Wang Peng was stunned when he heard it. The Indian uncle said so much, mainly because of the existence of certain superpowers. The Indian uncle meant that superpowers would appear in the next step of human evolution. Even now, in this world, there are already people in the forefront of evolution, that is to say, some of ordinary people may have superpowers.

In an instant, Wang Peng thought of himself, didn’t he just possess superpowers?

"Sorry, I've said it myself, but you know a lot. It's not like other ordinary high school students. Do you plan to develop in genetics in the future?" After the Indian uncle finished speaking, he realized that he was a little excited and said apologetically.

"Uh, fortunately, I'm just interested in genetics." Wang Peng came back to his senses and replied awkwardly. He couldn't tell this Indian uncle that he was actually a doctor of archaeology, and going to high school was just a trip.

At this time, the Indian uncle reached out his hand, took out a very thick book from his bag, handed it to Wang Peng and said, "This is for you."

"Huh? What is this?" Wang Peng took the book handed over by the Indian uncle and said in confusion. Then he looked at the page and found that it was a book about genetics. Moreover, Wang Peng suddenly found a very familiar symbol on it on the cover of the book.

The symbol on the cover of the book is a slender ‘S’ shape symbol, but there is a short horizontal line inside the concave above and two short horizontal lines inside the concave below.

The more Wang Peng looked at this symbol, the more familiar he felt. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration in his mind, Wang Peng suddenly remembered that he had seen this symbol there. He had seen it on the archaeological data. The Egyptian colleague sent the information about the excavation site. In one of the photos, there was this symbol on the wall of the tomb chamber, and the two symbols were exactly the same.

"Hi, what's wrong?" After the Indian uncle handed the book to Wang Peng, he looked at the cover blankly, showing a surprised expression. The Indian uncle was a little puzzled and called Wang Peng.

"Ah? Oh!" Wang Peng came to his senses, was embarrassed, and looked around the book in his hand. When he turned the book to the back, he saw the photo and introduction of the author of the book on the back, and looked surprised in his eyes.

"This... this is... uncle, this is you!?" Wang Peng looked at the photo of the author of the book on the back of the book, then looked up at the driver of the Indian uncle, and repeated it back and forth several times, saying in disbelief.

"Haha, I didn't expect it." The Indian uncle looked at Wang Peng's surprised look and smiled.

"Are you a PhD in Genetics? Why do you drive a taxi here? Are you a taxi driver?" Wang Peng looked at the Indian uncle in disbelief and asked.

This book on genetics is written by the Indian uncle in front of me. The introduction behind the book introduces the identity of this Indian uncle. This uncle is a doctor of genetics, and has a very old qualification and a very high-level plastic construction.

However, if a PhD in Genetics does not teach in school or perform experiments in the laboratory, how can you be a taxi driver here?

"Hey! I am a PhD in Genetics in India, but... in New York, I am just a taxi driver." Hearing Wang Peng's incredible tone, the Indian uncle sighed and said with a bitter smile.

"I understand." Hearing the Indian uncle's words, Wang Peng came back to his senses and nodded with great enlightenment.

Different countries are different. As the Indian uncle said, he is a PhD in Genetics in India, but his literary level is not recognized in the United States and can only be a taxi driver. This is like a driver's license. It is easy to take a driver's license in the United States. It can be said that anyone can pass it, but it is very troublesome to take a driver's license in the Tianchao. There are various tests, and American driver's licenses are not used in the Tianchao.

Wang Peng looked through the book written by the Indian uncle, frowned slightly after reading a few pages, and understood a little, why the Indian uncle, a doctor of genetics, was no longer recognized.

Every doctor has his own research direction, and there are many different fields in subdivided. The theory studied by Indian uncle is what he said when he was excited just now.

Indian uncles are studying superpowers. There is a possibility of superpowers among ordinary people. This kind of research will not be confirmed by normal people at all. If this is said in the Celestial Empire, it will definitely be in the late stage of the secondary disease.

This kind of research theory will not be recognized in any country. It may be better if Indian uncles have reputation in India, but in cities like New York, no one will pay attention to it.

"Uncle, you should know that this is the case when you come to New York. Why do you still come to New York?" Wang Peng looked up and asked the Indian uncle in confusion, "Why do you want to come to New York to suffer as a taxi driver."

"For my research theory, I am about to discover it, no! It can be said that I have discovered those people, those who are hiding in the crowd and capable, they may have discovered their abilities, and are anxious and need my help." The Indian uncle said with a very serious expression when he heard this.

When Wang Peng heard the words of the Indian uncle, he not only felt respectful, but this was a real scholar who was willing to give up his wealthy life for his own theory and research, and came to a strange city to do such tiring and hard work.

"Uncle, you are a real scholar. I believe your theory, you are correct." Wang Peng said to the Indian uncle very cautiously.

The Indian uncle's theory is very correct, because Wang Peng himself is one of the people with superpowers. However, Wang Peng cannot tell the story of his superpowers because the variables are too big and may even be involved in some troubles, such as being sliced ​​or caught to study. Wang Peng does not want to take risks.

"Uncle, this is my business card. If you have anything to do in the future and need my help, please call me just by calling me. If you can help, I will do my best to help." Wang Peng took out his business card from his arms and handed it to the Indian uncle and said.

"Do you still have a business card? Well? Are you an archaeology doctor??" The Indian uncle was stunned when he saw Wang Peng handing him a business card. Now he also has his own business card. Then, when he saw Wang Peng's introduction, archaeology doctor and other information written on the business card, he blurted out in surprise.

"Yes." Seeing the Indian uncle's surprised look, Wang Peng rubbed his nose and nodded with a little bit of pride.

"Peng Wang...oh! I remember, I read your report a few years ago. I obtained a doctorate degree at the age of twelve, and your thesis was very well written. I didn't expect that you would meet in such a place." The Indian uncle looked at Wang Peng's name on his business card and said with some sigh.

"Fortunately, I am very interested in this and I became a doctor without realizing it. However, I seem to be too tired recently because I was too tired from work and said I was overly tired. As a result, my parents made the decision without authorization, so they asked me to have a long vacation, and even signed me up for a high school, asking me to go to school. Alas!" Wang Peng said, sighing helplessly.

"Haha, you have to understand your parents' worries. Health is the most important thing. Letting you go to high school as a doctor of archaeology should be to relax you. Speaking of which, my child is also a doctorate, but he is not a doctor of genetics like me, and he is not as young as you." An Indian uncle said with a smile when he talked about his child, his tone was full of pride.

Wang Peng chatted with the Indian uncle for a long time and drove to the airport.

"Uncle, I'll leave first. Remember to call me if you have something to do. I've been fine for a while recently and I'm on call." Wang Peng saw that he had arrived at the airport and said to the Indian uncle.

"Okay, I will introduce my son to you when I have the chance. You two should be able to chat with me. My son is Mo Xinde." The Indian uncle nodded and said goodbye to Wang Peng.

After Wang Peng said goodbye to the Indian uncle, he got out of the car and took out his suitcase, walked into the airport, and soon bought a ticket and boarded the plane.

The school that Wang Peng’s parents signed up for Wang Peng was in Texas, a small town in Texas, called Wells United High School. It is a very inconspicuous place, whether in terms of geographical location or the name of the school.

The air ticket that Wang Peng bought was the closest city to the town. After getting off the plane, he took a bus to the town.

After coming to this town, the first feeling that the town gave Wang Peng was quiet, very peaceful and peaceful. Compared with the fast life and crowded crowds in cities such as New York, this town simply makes people want to sleep. No wonder my mother asked him to come here to go to school and enjoy campus life.

"First go and see the school, and then talk about where to live." Wang Peng thought about walking around the town, then asked someone else where the school was, walked towards the school, and planned to visit some schools.

The town said it was big or small, and it wasn't small. Wang Peng quickly found it when he asked for directions. He would go to the high school he would go to in the future and successfully enter the school to visit. The school was pretty good, not small, and was just average.

It is worth mentioning that the square in front of the school building is not the type on the flat ground, but the stairs are shaped like a stairs. Wang Peng saw many students sitting on the stairs chatting, talking and laughing.

After visiting for a while, Wang Peng was quite satisfied with the high school, so he left the school and looked for a house near the school, planning to rent it out. He didn't want to live in the school dormitory, and it would be bad if his secret was discovered.

When Wang Peng found the house, it was already dark.

……………………

In New York on the other side, the Indian uncle who was chatting with Wang Peng during the day, and the professor of genetics, was sitting in his taxi, holding a hot dog in one hand, which was his supper, and a small book in the other hand.

Suddenly, the rear door was opened and I sat alone in the back seat. The Indian uncle came to his senses and turned his head and said, "Sorry, it's not you now? What are you doing here? Didn't I say you shouldn't come to me again!"

"I can't control that desire at all, and I don't want to... it's you! It's you who made me like this, it's you who made me a murderer, you helped me tap my potential, why did you abandon me again?" The person sitting in the back seat said, and became more and more excited as he spoke.

"What do you want to do?" The Indian uncle felt the crisis and reached out to open the door and escape, but he heard two "slap" sounds. Both doors were affected by an invisible force, and the locks were locked.

‘Bang!Bang!’ The person in the back seat broke the glass between the front seat and the back seat. Then the person in the back seat grabbed the Indian uncle's head with both hands and smashed it hard at the car window. After hitting it several times, the blood stained the car window red.

‘Click!’ As soon as everyone in the back seat tried to force their hands, they heard the sound of bones rubbing, and the Indian uncle's head was twisted by this person.

"Shi...ra..." The Indian uncle slowly exhaled a name with his last strength, slowly lost his breath, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
Chapter completed!