Annuo and Leonardo separated, shook the water from their bodies, and cried out in pain.
"hiss--"
His nosebleed hasn't stopped yet.
Da Vinci couldn't help but laugh: "I'll let you leave without saying goodbye."
Annuo took the ball of cloth handed over by Lu Silan, stuffed his nose, and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, sorry... but your punch was too hard."
Annuo said as he picked up his twelve-year-old son.
"I don't know how many times it is heavier..." An Nuo sighed with emotion and sadness.
Adroson looked at his father and suddenly wanted to cry, but turned to look at his godfather and suddenly saw him giving him a thumbs up.
Adrosson reacted, showing a trace of hesitation, as if asking Da Vinci: Is this really good?
Da Vinci nodded excitedly.
Little Luosong nodded slightly, looked at his vicissitudes of life father, and then——
Ugh!
One bite on An Nuo's face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh it hurts, it hurts."
............
The father and son's "revenge" on Annuo ended. In a hotel, Annuo, who had regained his composure, sat opposite Leonardo da Vinci.
"So, Lawrence, why have you been away from home all these years and made yourself look so decadent?" Leonardo Da Vinci was a little confused.
Annuo forced a smile: "For the things that Harry entrusted to me, at least I think it is an entrustment."
"So what's going on?"
"follow me."
Annuo handed Luo Song to Lu Silan to take with him. The next scene was not suitable for children to see.
Annuo took Da Vinci outside the city, where Annuo's laboratory was located.
In other words, the material storage room.
Annuo opened the basement of this cabin, and the smell of blood immediately hit his face.
"I study the human body and aspire to modify the fate of people who die from disease, and that's what I've been doing all these years."
There were also a lot of human tissues stored in the laboratory, which made Da Vinci feel a little nauseous.
"Lawrence you..." Da Vinci covered his mouth.
Annuo has become accustomed to it: "Don't worry, I got these corpses from the person in charge of the cemetery. I have never killed anyone."
"This is the only way to overcome the disease - I don't believe in God or gods, never."
Da Vinci felt that Lawrence was very strange at this moment, but if he felt carefully, his behavior of working hard on one thing seemed to be no different from before.
He didn't know what to say, so he could only pat Annuo on the shoulder.
Annuo showed a relaxed smile, picked up two pieces of paper from the table, and handed them to Leonardo da Vinci: "I feel ashamed to say that even though I have been studying this matter for nearly ten years, I still lack the finishing touch. Solve this problem completely.”
Da Vinci looked at what was recorded on the paper and was a little frightened.
The Black Death was such a horrific disease that it was impossible to survive as long as it was contracted.
"You're just one step away?"
Annuo nodded and sneered: "Disease is not a divine punishment at all."
He turned around and took down a specimen from the shelf: "Do you know what this is?"
Da Vinci looked at the dried specimen: "Old...rat?"
"This is a rat, and it is also the source of the Black Death. Even if it is not the source, it is one of the links in the transmission to humans."
"I found the same phenomenon in the samples taken from a Black Death patient and the mice in the area where the Black Death occurred. There was a black substance in the blood of the patients and mice, but I dissected the samples from the healthy areas. Rats don’t have this substance.”
"Although the possibility of human-to-rat transmission cannot be ruled out, it is well known that rats are very dirty and evil things and bring some diseases. It is not surprising."
"No wonder you said you might die..." Da Vinci subconsciously moved a little further away from the mouse specimen, "You are really brave...you are not afraid of Adroson. Losing your father after losing your mother?”
"I'm afraid, I'm very afraid, but I don't know why. Even though I lived in a village that was about to die for a month, I didn't suffer from the Black Death. Maybe, this is the gift that Harley gave me. Right." He said with emotion.
Of course, in fact, he was just vaccinated with something called BCG in another world.
"Every year on the anniversary of Harley's death, I will go back to Florence to see Harley, then take a look at Teacher Verrocchio's and my mansion from a distance, and then leave." Anno sat on the chair and looked at Ceiling, "Because of what I am doing now, I made a fake name to escape the pursuit of the church."
"So you, who had long expected that you would be hunted down by the church, chose to leave Adroson to me and then embark on this road of no return, right..." Da Vinci touched himself forehead, "What should I say to you..."
Annuo took something out of the drawer, with sadness and cherishment in his eyes: "Come and take a look, Leonardo... This is what Harley left for me."
"what is this?"
"I named it Harley Mirror."
Da Vinci moved his eyes closer, and Annuo adjusted the light and placed a piece of specimen underneath.
"This is......"
"A tiny world beyond the reach of the eye."
...
Da Vinci and Anno spent the afternoon tinkering in the laboratory.
Suddenly, Da Vinci remembered something: "Ah, yes, I really want to forget something."
"What's up?"
"Come with me quickly, it's a surprise."
Anno locked up the cabin and followed Leonardo back to London.
By this time, it was already dark.
The two hurried back to the hotel, An Nuo was a little tired.
Years of high-intensity work have often left him feeling dazed and unable to concentrate.
And cervical spine pain can also cause dizziness.
The door to the room opened, and an unexpected person appeared.
"This is my gift... It's not just me and Luo Song, it's time for you to make it up to this guy as well."
The teacher and the student looked at each other.
Annuo laughed and touched the little man's head.
"Really, I haven't grown taller yet."
"Teacher, I'm here to see you."
The thirty-two-year-old Manlio is still the same height as before, with a youthful look that cannot go away.
The master and apprentice briefly hugged each other. Manlio was a little excited and kept grabbing the corner of his clothes.
"Manlio and I have been in contact through letters. He knew that I was coming to see you today, so he contacted me in advance."
Annuo was stunned, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and patted Da Vinci on the shoulder: "I'm interested."
"It's your job."
Adroson came closer and Annuo held him in his arms.
Lu Silan stood behind Annuo.
"Da Vinci, how about you draw a painting for us?" Anno maintained his posture and asked his friend calmly.
Da Vinci smiled freely: "No problem."
