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Legend says there is a race of people with blue blood. They look just like ordinary humans ¡X most are slender and frail in appearance ¡X but in fact they are incredibly strong, vicious, and love to eat humans. ¡@ They are masters of disguise, often acting polite and refined. But in the blink of an eye, their fingers turn into claws, they rip humans apart, and devour everything ¡X flesh and bone. ¡@ They usually live in desolate places, far from human trails, and prey on lonely individuals. That's why most people never leave the cities. If someone has to travel through a remote area, they carry weapons like knives and guns. And if they discover anyone bleeding blue, or with blue veins in their eyes, they hunt them down and kill them. ¡@ Deep in a mountain region, there was a small brick house. It belonged to a burly middle‑aged man with a thick beard. He made a living by hunting and raising livestock. Every so often, he would move to another quiet, remote area. A journalist once asked him why he didn't move to the city. He said he loved the sights, sounds, and smells of nature ¡X he just couldn't get used to city life. ¡@ One night, he was cleaning his guns and oiling them when he heard footsteps approaching from a few hundred metres away. Less than a minute later, the doorbell rang. He looked at his security monitor. Outside stood a thin, pale man with a panicked expression. ¡@ He shouted through the door, "It's not locked. Push it open and come in." ¡@ The pale man entered. "I¡K I'm being chased by several people," he said. "Could you give me some water? I'll leave right away. I don't want to bring trouble to you." ¡@ Water was not easy to come by ¡X pollution was so severe that all water had to be treated before drinking. ¡@ The bearded man stared into the pale man's eyes for about ten seconds. At the same time, he listened carefully to the sounds outside. He heard nothing ¡X it seemed the pursuers were still far away. "Don't worry," he said. "Sit down and have some warm milk first. Regain your strength." ¡@ He locked the door, handed the pale man a cup of warm milk, and continued, "I can tell you're an honest person. I'll help you hide from your pursuers. The floorboard of my bed can be lifted up. Underneath, there used to be a lot of storage ¡X but last month, on a whim, I sold everything off. You'll hide in there. Once I put the board back and cover it with the bedsheet, no one will be able to tell." ¡@ The pale man kept thanking him as he drank the milk. ¡@ The bearded man studied his eyes. "Why are they chasing you?" ¡@ The pale man said, "You keep looking at my eyes ¡X you suspect I'm a Blue‑Blood, don't you? Yes, I am indeed of the Blue‑Blood race. But don't be afraid. The legends are completely wrong ¡X in fact, they are the opposite. In our genes, we are strongly wired to resist lying. Earlier, I wanted to tell you I was lost, ask for water, and leave. But I just couldn't say it. Also, we never harm any living creature. Honestly, those traits sound much more like Red‑Bloods." ¡@ He paused, and when he saw that the bearded man didn't seem offended, he continued. "Our average intelligence is much higher than Red‑Bloods'. Many geniuses throughout history were actually Blue‑Bloods. Maybe that's why Red‑Bloods grew jealous. They slandered us, spread lies that we eat people, and used that to justify hunting us down. That's why we've always lived hidden in the mountains. Unfortunately, a week ago, four members of the 'International Blue‑Blood Extermination Task Force' discovered our village. They slaughtered everyone. I was the only one who escaped. Once I shake off their pursuit, I plan to go live with my cousin." ¡@ The bearded man said, "To be honest, when I look into your eyes, I'm not checking for blue veins. In my family, those of us who are mixed‑race have a special ability ¡X we can look into a person's eyes and sense their brainwaves. That tells us how truthful they are. I have that gift. I could see that even in a crisis, you didn't lie. That means you have a good heart. That's why I'm willing to help you. Everything you just said about the Blue‑Blood race ¡X I believe it completely." ¡@ As he finished speaking, his ears twitched. He heard footsteps approaching in the distance. "Quick ¡X hide in the bed!" ¡@ The pale man scrambled into the bed cavity. The bearded man gently lowered the floorboard and mattress, then whispered, "Don't make a sound until I lift the board again." ¡@ He smoothed out the bedsheet. Then he heard the doorbell ring. The people outside said, "We're police officers ¡X open the door." ¡@ The bearded man first put the pale man's cup back in the cupboard. Then he walked over and opened the door. As soon as it opened, two men burst in with guns drawn, scanning the room. ¡@ The cabin was small. They could see everything at a glance. One of them, the team leader, stared into the bearded man's eyes and asked, "What are you doing?" ¡@ The bearded man stared back into the leader's eyes and answered, "I'm oiling my guns." ¡@ The leader asked again, "Has anyone else been here recently?" ¡@ The bearded man said, "A man came by about ten minutes ago, asking for water. Then he left." ¡@ The leader asked, "Weren't you afraid he might be a robber?" ¡@ The bearded man replied, "I didn't open the door. I gave him a bottle of water through the small hatch at the bottom." ¡@ The leader asked, "Do you know which direction he went?" ¡@ The bearded man said, "I looked through the peephole. He headed south, toward the river." ¡@ The leader looked around one more time. Nothing seemed suspicious. "That man is a extremely dangerous Blue‑Blood," he said. "We're hunting him down. Be careful ¡X don't open the door to strangers. You're lucky you opened it for us. Otherwise, he might have eaten you ¡X and there wouldn't even be bones left." ¡@ The leader and his men left. The bearded man quickly locked the door, sat down, and silently continued cleaning his guns. ¡@ Under the bed, the pale man heard the team leave. He waited for the bearded man to lift the board and call him out. But he heard no movement. Remembering the warning, he waited patiently. ¡@ About ten minutes later, the front door was suddenly kicked open. The team leader and another man stormed in with their guns raised. The bearded man put down his gun and growled, "Why did you break my door?" ¡@ The leader scanned the room again. Still, nothing seemed out of place. "My job requires me to be suspicious," he said. He placed a few banknotes on the table. "The government won't shortchange you. Get yourself a sturdier door." Then he turned and left. ¡@ The bearded man closed the shattered door and pushed two cabinets against it. Then he sat down, took off his contact lenses, and breathed softly, "Ahhh¡K much better." ¡@ Under the bed, the pale man heard the leader leave again. Several minutes passed. He was beginning to think the bearded man was being too cautious ¡X when he heard the mattress shift. Slowly, the bed frame lifted. He saw the bearded man's eyes, now slightly eerie, with a strange half‑smile on his face. "They thought you had already fled far away," the bearded man said. "They never imagined you'd be right here. Now, it is time to have a good, full meal." ¡@ From close range, the pale man saw it clearly: the bearded man's eyes were threaded with purple veins.. ¡@ What kind of person do you think the pale man is? - Choice (A): Quick‑reacting - Choice (B): Intelligent - Choice (C): Unlucky - Choice (D): Destined for a transformation ¡@ |
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Choice (A): Quick‑reacting ¡@ The moment the pale man saw the purple veins in the bearded man's eyes, he drew his pistol in a flash and fired six shots. The bearded man collapsed. The blood from his wounds was purple. ¡@ The bearded man was a mixed‑blood ¡X half Red‑Blood, half Blue‑Blood. ¡@ As he lay dying, his eyes widened. He saw the pale man remove a wig. Beneath it was a fine metal mesh cap, tightly fitted to his scalp. Tiny lights flickered on the mesh ¡X apparently capable of mimicking human brainwaves to mask true thoughts. ¡@ The pale man then took off his own contact lenses. His eyes had tiny red veins. He gave a sly grin. ¡@ He was a Red‑Blood. He belonged to the "International Blue‑Blood Extermination Task Force." His missions included the extermination of Purple‑Bloods as well. ¡@ [End] ¡@ |
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Choice (B): Intelligent ¡@ In a flash of insight, the intelligent pale man realized: the bearded man ¡X with purple veins in his eyes ¡X was a mixed‑blood, half Red‑Blood and half Blue‑Blood. ¡@ Suddenly, the bearded man's hands morphed into claws. They pierced the pale man's chest. "Blue‑Bloods taste much better than Red‑Bloods," he said. ¡@ In the instant before being torn apart, the pale man understood the truth: the rumour that Blue‑Bloods ate people had actually been spread by Purple‑Bloods. ¡@ [End] ¡@ |
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Choice (C): Unlucky ¡@ The bearded man reached out both hands, pulled the pale man to his feet, and brought out dried meat and beer. "Let's have a good meal," ¡@ he said. He noticed the pale man staring at his eyes and explained, "My mother was a Blue‑Blood. She was raped by a Red‑Blood. That's how I was born ¡X with purple blood. That hybrid gene gave me the ability to detect lies by looking into people's eyes. I use that power to help Blue‑Bloods. Since I can easily confirm what race someone is, my job is to travel around, find Blue‑Bloods, and lead them to the safest place in the world ¡X a country made up entirely of Blue‑Bloods. Unfortunately, this is the first time they found you before I could. I'm sorry your village was slaughtered." ¡@ The pale man thought of his fellow villagers. He sighed for a long time. "My luck has always been the worst," he said. "Maybe I've been saving up all my good fortune. That's why I escaped this time. Where is that country?" ¡@ The bearded man answered, "I'll take you there. It's on an island. It hides behind the image of a poor, violent nation ¡X no Red‑Blood wants to emigrate there or even visit. Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, we'll set out. First, we'll find your cousin's place, and then go together to that country." ¡@ The pale man marvelled, "Given our racial traits, the idea that we could form a nation and fool the Red‑Bloods is beyond imagination!" ¡@ After the pale man fell asleep, the bearded man sat down and removed another pair of contact lenses. Beneath them, both his eyes were threaded with red veins. ¡@ He thought to himself, it was worth it ¡X even with the risk of damaging the eyes by wearing double contact lenses. The pale man will lead me to another Blue‑Blood settlement. ¡@ Once again, he would accomplish a major feat for the "International Blue‑Blood Extermination Task Force." ¡@ The pale man never imagined his luck was absolutely rotten ¡X and that he had just brought disaster upon his cousin and the others.! ¡@ [End] ¡@ |
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Choice (D): Destined for a transformation ¡@ The bearded man reached out both hands, pulled the pale man to his feet, and brought out a large platter of meat and beer. "Come," he said. "Let's have a good meal." ¡@ The pale man took a bite. The meat was incredibly tender, with a rich, deep flavour. He chewed and chewed but couldn't identify it. ¡@ He looked up at the bearded man. "It's roe deer meat ¡X the most famous meat around here," said the bearded man. "They have very high iron content. When you chew it, you get a bloody, savoury taste that fills your mouth. Very unique. Eat up." ¡@ The pale man was ravenous. He didn't hold back. The more he ate, the more he craved it. He washed it down with plenty of beer. Soon, full and drowsy, he fell fast asleep. ¡@ The next morning, two large platters of steaming meat were already laid before him. The aroma pulled at him with an inexplicable magnetism. He couldn't resist. He lunged forward and devoured everything in an instant. ¡@ The bearded man gave a strange smile. "Did you enjoy the roe deer meat?" ¡@ Somehow, the pale man knew ¡X with absolute certainty ¡X that the bearded man was lying. But what was the lie? ¡@ The bearded man picked up a mirror and handed it to him, still smiling. "You and I are the same now," he said. "You have the ability to detect lies. Take a look at your eyes." ¡@ The pale man raised the mirror and stared at his own eyes. The veins in them were purple. ¡@ "That wasn't roe deer meat," said the bearded man. "It was Red‑Blood flesh. When a Blue‑Blood eats enough Red‑Blood flesh, they become a mixed‑blood ¡X a Purple‑Blood." ¡@ He paused. "Purple‑Bloods only need to eat Red‑Blood flesh once a month to live forever. I have been alive for over two hundred years." ¡@ ¡@ The pale man's mouth fell open. He didn't know what to say. ¡@ The bearded man leaned closer. "Let's work together," he whispered. "Let's turn all Blue‑Bloods into Purple‑Bloods." ¡@ [End] ¡@ |
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