Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 561 Life Medicine Investigation Report

That was a question that no one living on the ground, including Sakura, could answer.No one knows why he was caught - to be killed, but not where he was.Even with the latest and strictest standards, he never hid anything that the collectors wanted.

Collectors never take a living person away.A normal, living person would die within a few minutes after being hoisted up by that chariot.If the chain is fastened to the hands and feet, it will not take long to break during rapid flight, so the hanging string at the bottom of the chariot is tied to the body.It needs to be tightly tied several times around the waist and chest so that the body will not be torn off immediately during the flight.

They did not continue to hang him under the chariot, because it would have killed him in a few strokes.In the dizziness, I thought of my family, but I didn't know what happened.

His hands and feet were broken, and even if he could still gesticulate, the collectors ignored him.They poke a needle into his arm, and the fluid from the tube seeps into his body, and the pain subsides, replaced by dizziness and numbness.Then he was packed into a narrow box.Most of the time he was unconscious, or heard rumbles coming from inside some of the tanks.Whether it was inside the chariot, or inside his own skull, he couldn't say for sure.

There were only a few times when he was half-awake and knew the box had been opened.They used a needle to squeeze fluid into him, allowing him to see a little bit more and then communicate with him.Under the action of the needle and the injection, Zha felt that his thoughts were covered with thick ice floes, and he was stuffed underwater, accepting all inquiries blankly.His mind was dull, and he couldn't understand the Collectors' intentions well.Those questions seemed meaningless to him: Have you ever seen a suspicious person in the past?Do you remember anything strange?Are you dissatisfied with the collectors?

At first Zha could only make sounds, using some syllables to express acknowledgment or denial.After he confirmed that he had seen strange things, the collectors connected him with a pair of artificial hands—they were not hands at all, but two iron frames with movable branches.Za watched in horror as they attached to the end of his bleeding limb.He felt no pain, no hot or cold or any tactile sensations on his "hands".Only when the Collector is willing to let him do so, those two pairs of "hands" seem to suddenly come to life, able to make gestures according to his will.

They asked him to describe.Describe the moment Kuritsu got angry many years ago.And what he, his family, everyone he knew was doing at that time.The father told them all the truth.Ever since he witnessed those exquisite "iron hands" in action, the thought of lying has never crossed his mind.

The answer might have been satisfactory to the Collectors, but not enough to make them willing to release him.The letter was quickly placed in the sealed box again, waiting for his fate in the dark.He should have fallen asleep from exhaustion, but the rare sheer darkness woke him up instead.

He is dead.This is very clear.But now he also wants to know how his family is doing.His children, wife, and his sister's family far away on the highlands went to his sister in the middle of the flowing water.On the day the collectors walked through his door, he didn't get a chance to see anyone.He was almost unconscious all the time.

Maybe he has no family anymore.Like the Collectors occasionally hoisting entire families under chariots.If he had the chance to peek under the car, he would see the mutilated, blackened remains of those he once loved, assuming he could recognize them.In some years, in some people's memory, the Collectors have always acted this way.

In other years, however, the collectors seemed more lenient.They only kill couples, or spare the one who has the profession of miner.Children, especially girls, are always left behind.Zha never considered why they changed their tactics from time to time like this, but the man who was scattered all over the river, his family members were still alive.Perhaps they are hitting a benevolent year.There are no infallible rules on earth, it all depends on the year of the year.

He finally fell asleep in that small cage.In the dream, he was blowing vacuum tubes in the workshop.Endless wires are pulled out around the reel.He was drenched from the heat and he couldn't breathe.Year after year, I don't know what the meaning is.Yes, of course it makes sense, he supplies the spare sound tubes to the carver, and then goes to the Greenhouse Master to get food.Everything is agreed in advance.Thus they live.Continue to sacrifice to Hetian.continue to live.It is a sacrifice to live.It is to live for sacrifice.

His hands hurt so badly.Even though he had no hands and fell asleep, there still seemed to be a pair of slowly dying hands aching, making him groan like a raving.Collectors watched him like ghosts from the corners of the box.He didn't know the reason, but he didn't need a reason to be afraid.They are from Krishna, and Krishna is one with them.Let Black Sky win, let Black Sky be angry.There is no more sacrifice.

In the bewildered pain and chaos, time spins like a spinning shaft.When Za left the box with a clear mind again, he found himself taken to a place he didn't know at all.A rotunda wider than any other room, the color and texture of metal were strange.The Collectors tugged at him, gesticulating with whom to take him to.

Zha couldn't understand who they were referring to, it was a gesture he had never encountered before.It might be the leader of the Collectors, he thought, and then panicked at the thought—if there was a leader, why would there be a need to see him?No one has ever encountered such a thing.

The Gatherers dragged him forward.The corridor was a strange curved structure, curving a little inwards, the walls covered with soft, low, unfamiliar plants that lit up as they walked in, and shot out bursts of shimmering colored mist.Za smelled the odorless mist and felt his fear fade away, as dull as his iron hand.

Halfway through, another person joined them from a fork in the road.He walked beside the Gatherers dragging the bag without causing any commotion.The collectors neither looked at him nor spoke to him, but walked forward with him tacitly.Zha had become dazed in the colorful mist, but when he glanced at the man, his astonishment made him wake up slightly.

Here was a man without long metal bones, but also a freak that didn't belong on the ground.His skin is fleshy and smooth, unnaturally delicate, and his face is small, so the combination of facial features is weird and cramped, the position of his eyes is too shallow, the color of his lips is bright red, and the shape of his nose is awkward.These were not as conspicuous as his ears, because the man's outer ears were deformed, hanging pitifully like two roundweed leaves on the sides of his head, almost completely covered by hanging black hair.This pitifully small ear is a fatal disability. I have heard of such deformed babies, but I have never seen anyone who lived to adulthood.

The freak smiled at him.Although Zha had never seen such a strange face in his life, he felt an indescribable familiarity in the other's expression.He watched the freak in bewilderment until the Collectors led him into a room free of colored mist.

The rooms are beautifully furnished.There are light sources of unique shapes on the six sides, forming some unrecognizable pictures.The rotating and shaking instruments are placed on both sides of the room, operating orderly and sensitively like living things.On a hemispherical floating chair in the center of the room sat a man without a metal skeleton.He was normal, with no distortion of his ears, and young and beautiful.But he was already dead, a complete hole had been gouged out in his chest, his eyes were covered with white clouds, and he was emitting a foul stench.

Zha stared blankly at the dead man on the chair.But he seemed the only one in the room surprised.The man with deformed ears walked up and stood behind the dead body expressionlessly.When his black eyes looked over coldly, Zha felt that he was about to faint.

No one protested.The collectors faced the dead man and folded their shoulders in respect.They gesticulated as if they were addressing the corpse, or speaking to the person behind it.Most of the words they used were incomprehensible, and they only knew that they were talking about search.Search, wanted, executed.Perhaps they were going to execute him.

Sometimes the gatherers stopped and remained quietly still, as if awaiting a reply from the audience.No answer at all.The dead man was rotting quietly on the chair, and the freak stood indifferently behind him.

I see.The Collector said with a gesture.He continued to gesture to the dead man, reporting the materials collected this time and the number of people.The number of people was not as many as expected.Zha didn't understand what this meant.

The collectors are again waiting for a reply.The dead and the freak looked at him with terrible eyes.No one answered him at all.

Yes, don't do it for now——The Collector gestured as if to answer.

Zha knew that he might be mentally abnormal.Because there are more collectors than him, and they are stronger than him.Because the phantom pain was still happening in his non-existent hand.Even what he sees in his eyes is abnormal.Perhaps this is the normal state in the dark sky again, the dark sky is full of ghosts, and the collectors are talking to ghosts, what is unreasonable about this?

He dared not look at the seat any longer, but stared intently at the Collector's hand.He guessed from the movement of that hand what the leader's answer was.He only looks at the part he can understand, and life is still a life he can understand.

But, suddenly, the Collectors let him go.They withdrew from the room as if ordered, without one explaining to him or ordering him to follow.Zha was still lying on the ground like a dead man.His foot was broken long ago, and the iron bracket was not installed.

He looked down and saw the red cloth fluttering against the ground - the freak was wearing a very strange loose red cloth robe.It finally occurred to him.That red robe is also very strange, but not as scary as that face.

"Zha." He heard someone's voice.The voice is that of a young man.The man called out the pronunciation of his name, and he barely responded.When he raised his head, he saw a man with deformed ears observing him in front of him.The man's strange face and cold eyes made him breathless.He felt that the other party was not a human being, but another animal, an animal that looked similar to a human being and was also very intelligent.

That face, seen as another animal, might be beautiful and lovable, but in a man it would be a horrific deformity.This monster in a red robe.Zha gasped for breath.He suddenly thought that this monster might be the leader, but what about the dead man on the chair?Perhaps it was a condemned man?

The monster in the red robe caught him.He must be very light by now from starvation and disability.He wanted to fight it, like a brave and mature man, but the hoarse growl from his throat turned into a howl.

The monster put him on the chair.The corpse that was sitting on the chair disappeared somewhere.That was indeed the execution platform.It stood at the front of the chair and stared at him for a while, its slender black eyebrows furrowed.Then its sleeve moved.

A sheet of snow-white fell from its overly wide, crimson sleeve.When Zha saw it, it was like a huge beam of electricity was rushing through his head.The white piece of paper didn't hit the ground, it hovered in mid-air as if supported by an invisible table.Then a series of sounds came out from the doctor's mouth, but a clear image emerged on the white paper.

That's not painting.Zha had never seen such a clear and complex painting.It is like an electronic rubbing of the memory in my mind, and it outlines exactly the gloomy stone ditches and flowing water channels in the highlands, and the lonely house in the lonely frost-accumulated field.Then there's a girl holding an insect bottle, his sister.The young Zha stood outside the door looking up.

The man in red stretched out his hand from his sleeve.He grabbed the wrist attached to the iron bracket and looked at it, and smiled inexplicably and seemed a little contemptuous.When he laughed, there was a sly look in those black eyes.Zha understood in great astonishment.

I can fix this.The man in red told him.

Zha broke free from his grasp.The other party did not embarrass him, and gently let go of his hand.In a situation more incomprehensible than death, he summoned the opponent with his clumsy blood-oozing metal arm.He called each other that way since he was a child.

Physician.He typed the word convulsively.

Yes, it's me.The other party answered.We meet again.I'm doing the research I mentioned to you.Now I have come to a conclusion.

　I'm sorry for the Calvin yesterday. 3800+ chapters are here.

　　Congratulations to the friends in the third year of high school for getting out of the sea of ​​suffering (?).

　　Get some monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)