Intermittent Spraying Syndrome

The interior of the RV appears more spacious and comfortable than the exterior, tastefully decorated, and it looks...

It seems bigger than it appears from the outside!

The car not only has an antique-style carved bed, but also a tea table, desk, various cabinets, bookshelves, and antique display items with the same carved and gold-lacquered patterns... The area is even larger than some apartments.

Moreover, the intoxicating fragrance in the air had become even stronger.

Qingqiu handed him a cup of warm, golden-red tea with a fragrant aroma.

Mark took a sip; the taste was peculiar, with a hint of sweetness and a lingering aftertaste. But after swallowing, he felt a warm current rise from his lower abdomen, instantly dispelling the chill of the rain. What followed was an indescribable sense of relaxation and... a blissful feeling of comfort.

He knelt before the tea table, mimicking Qingqiu's posture, looking at the smiling beauty opposite him, listening to her captivating voice recount her travel experiences. Outside the window, the rain pattered softly, while inside the car, it was warm and cozy, filled with the aroma of incense...

The concept of time is gradually becoming blurred!

Mark felt as if he had fallen into a sweet and dreamlike state, forgetting his studies, forgetting to go home, and even forgetting himself.

His eyes were filled only with those captivating phoenix eyes, his nose only with that intoxicating fragrance, and his body was firmly gripped by an unprecedented and irresistible attraction.

He didn't know how he responded to Qingqiu's approach, only remembering the cool, smooth touch of her skin, her long, tangled black hair, and that kiss that seemed to suck away his soul...

Consciousness swelled, and everything became hazy and intense!

Only the most primal instincts remained, driving him to chase after that soul-stirring vortex of pleasure time and time again.

The sound of rain outside the window, and the existence of the world, were all shut out from that fragrant purple RV.

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Simone felt that his week had been terrible!

In the first few days, LAPC was under tremendous pressure due to the Qin Jin incident. In the following three days, there was no news of their son Mark. When they finally received a call, their son was already in the hospital.

Simone and his wife practically burst through the ICU door. When he saw the barely recognizable figure on the bed, his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed to the ground!

Is this still his son Mark?

The human figure on the hospital bed had sallow, loose skin that tightly hugged a bony frame, sunken eyes, chapped and cracked lips, and brittle hair.

He seemed to have been drained of all his moisture and vitality in just a few days, like a skeleton covered with skin.

Only the faint fluctuations in the electrocardiogram on the monitor next to him proved that he was still alive, but that was all.

"Mark... my child..." Simone's wife rushed to the bedside, her voice hoarse and broken, her trembling hands wanting to touch her son, yet afraid of breaking him.

The attending physician was a middle-aged man with an extremely solemn expression. He gestured for Simone to go to the consultation room next door.

"Mr. Simone," the doctor's voice was low and serious, "your son's condition... is very complicated and very rare."

"What's wrong with him?! What happened?!" Simone roared, his eyes red.

"We conducted a comprehensive examination. His bodily functions were severely depleted, he was extremely dehydrated, had electrolyte imbalances, and was severely malnourished. His condition resembled that of someone who had undergone a long-term, extreme...physiological exhaustion!"

The doctor carefully chose his words: "But what we find most incomprehensible is his mental state and... the accompanying physiological reactions."

The doctor paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts:

"He was in a deep state of delirium, barely responding to external stimuli. But every two to three hours, without any external sexual stimulation, he would... experience a strong ejaculation, as if he had just had intercourse..."

The doctor finally concluded:

"Mr. Simone, I must admit that we have never seen this condition before, nor is there any cure. His continuous, pathological physiological ejaculation is draining his remaining vitality. I suggest you transfer to another hospital or seek other treatment options..."

Simone felt a chill run through him, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This description... these symptoms... are completely beyond his comprehension! What disease could cause this?!

"Moreover," the doctor's expression grew even more grim, "we've retrieved the emergency room records from the past few days. This is the third similar case reported in the city. All of them are young men, extremely weak when discovered, and experiencing intermittent ejaculation, all occurring within the last two or three days!"

"Three cases? Two or three days?!" Simone suddenly grabbed the doctor's arm, his nails almost digging into the doctor's flesh.

"You...you don't have a single clue? Is it a mutated virus? A rare infectious disease? Or...?"

The doctor shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"We have ruled out all known infectious diseases, poisoning, viruses, and psychotropic drugs, and there are no other pathogens or toxins in the body..."

He took a deep breath:

"This thing... is beyond the scope of our current medicine!"

Simone's mind went blank.

He thought of Chief Edward's furious roar, of Congressman Michael's stern warning, and of the rumored vampire creature that appeared at Howard's party...

Could it be... could it be that what they said is true?

No! Impossible! It must be some unknown disease! Or... someone is using extremely covert methods to harm him! It's revenge against him, Simone! It must be!

His son's miserable state was like a red-hot iron, burning deeply into Simone's heart.

He forced himself to calm down, took out his phone, his fingers trembling slightly from the force, and dialed the number of an old acquaintance at the FBI's Los Angeles office.

"Danny, it's me, Simone." His voice was dry and hoarse, lacking its usual composure.

"Simone? What's up? What's the matter?" Agent Danny Ross's voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of surprise.

Simone took a deep breath and described Mark's ordeal as concisely but clearly as possible:

The bizarre weakness, the medically unexplained periodic physiological breakdowns, and the two other similar cases mentioned by the hospital.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and when Danny spoke again, his voice was unusually serious:

"Simone... this is much more complicated than you think. Your son's case is not an isolated incident. We have received similar reports as well. This is a typical case of supernatural forces at work."

Simone's heart sank: "Then you..."

"Let me finish," Danny interrupted him, his tone tinged with helplessness and a hint of barely perceptible anxiety:

"We at the FBI do have a special department that handles these kinds of...special incidents, Task Force X. The situation has been reported, but..."

A heavy "BUT" made Simone's heart leap into his throat.

"First, the cases that Team X is currently handling are all tough nuts to crack: serial murders, mass disappearances, cases involving high-risk supernatural objects... Each of these is of higher priority and more urgent than the Los Angeles cases. Resources are limited, and it's impossible for the higher-ups to immediately transfer people over to investigate these."

"Second," Danny lowered his voice even further, with an indescribable meaning:

"Los Angeles...the situation is a bit special. Your LAPD has its own special team to handle these kinds of cases; they're said to be very professional and efficient. According to standard procedures and zoning, these kinds of cases should be handled by them first. Why don't you try contacting them?"

Special...team...Qin Jin!

A strong bitter taste rose in Simone's mouth, and he spoke with difficulty:

"Danny, this team... I just suspended the team leader, and the others... are temporarily leaving too. LAPD no longer has this team, it's gone!"

A distinct gasp came from the other end of the phone, followed by a long silence.

"Simone... how could you... sigh!"

When Danny's voice rang out again, it was tinged with obvious disappointment:

"If that's the case... then I advise you not to have too much hope for Special Task Force X! According to my information, the Fox agent in charge of the western region and your team leader have worked together more than once. I don't know about their personal relationship, but... it's much better than yours, isn't it?"

Danny's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over him from head to toe.

Simone's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone. The FBI's path was blocked, and blocked in a way that was both realistic and ruthless.

"I...I understand." Simone's voice trembled slightly. "Thank you, Danny."