Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 607 The Story of a Bad Mom

House of Ethics.Room number sixteen to the sixteenth power.The place with the largest house number known to the inhabitants of the Infinite City.It's an old, dignified looking metal building that rarely changes its look.Even during the festive season, it doesn't dress itself up in a particularly festive way like other public areas.For the most part, it's a dull, steel-blue color, like some sort of small abandoned fort deep in the mountains.

In its imposing vestibule, residents come to guard it every day.They will be assigned a relatively uniform image, and will be patrolled and guarded according to the volunteer guidelines sent in advance.This is not a particularly hard job, because the guard clothing is designed so thoughtfully that the volunteers will not be fatigued after only one day of service.Also, playing guard for the Ethical House is a lot of fun in itself.In the countless days of complete freedom, it is worth trying to serve a purpose occasionally.Ethical House even offers shift-time options so those who don't happen to work on Memorial Day can get in on the plaza.

It's a work in progress every day, connecting the right residents to supportive community services.With the help of these devotees, idlers who want to visit the interior of the building will have to be discouraged.The idea itself is very ill-intelligent, but it's not at all surprising that creatures do something frivolous, worthless, or unintelligent when they're stuck in a meaningless void.Ethics House is lively and busy every day.Boring people come here.The wandering sick and eccentrics also try to break through the gates.Considering the number of inhabitants of the Infinite City, this situation can be said to be endless.The man who guards the door to the street is constantly saying no.They kept ringing the driving bell, and most of them gave up the idea of ​​taking risks.

There are very few residents.It can even be said that countable residents have truly entered the interior of the House of Ethics.Residents generally believe that since there are already so many external volunteers, the security inside the Ethics House will only be more stringent.It may have endless layers, so that it can accommodate the endless stream of pursuers.

However, in fact, the internal environment of Ethics House does not have such a complicated ecological hierarchy.It is indeed varied, because the building shell does not physically coincide with the interior space.The interior of the House of Ethics can wrap the entire city in if necessary, but usually it doesn't have to, so it's just a few drab steel-blue corridors and rooms.All passages undulate like pontoons on the waves, sometimes growing and decaying.In the reception hall, which was wider than the city square, there was only one receptionist sitting alone.Today he is a bent, skinny old male cat.

It will not maintain this state for a long time, and even the memory will not cross midnight, but that does not affect its work, because the working rules of the Ethical House are forever engraved in its thinking.The few people who know about it discuss it privately, wondering if it counts as "the same receptionist".If its memory and life form are never coherent, it seems unreasonable to treat it as an individual.However, if you ask it about a certain job in a certain day in the past, it can answer it clearly.It records some of the people who were caught here, and the intruders.The latter is of course illegal, but the receptionist, no matter what he looks like at the time, would never try to stop the intruder.That's not its job.At most, it reminds the intruder to leave a signature on the register, but if the other party refuses, Meow doesn't seem to care much.

If the intruder successfully entered the reception hall.Under the lights that flickered like the deck of a sea ship, it would see a road to the left and right of the reception desk.Same dull steel blue.After entering the aisle, there is a three-way intersection.Then there was another fork.fork.fork.fork.Occasional rooms exist between these intersections, which are lounges for regular employees.They are tightly locked and only opened when dispatch is required.Still, if someone insists on opening one of the doors forcefully, there doesn't seem to be much reason to be banned.Why do you want to do this?That is indeed a puzzling question.In the coherent memory of the receptionist as an incoherent being, only one name left on the autograph book did it.

That doesn't bother it either.At least not today.Today it is an old cat with always squinting its eyes, lying on the stage and dozing off idly.In the passage behind it, the branch road extends infinitely.Each of these roads looks the same, but it can also be said that each is special
They lead to a catastrophe in a possible history.Those things that people only encounter in the worst possible events.But even wandering around in a catastrophe gallery like this isn't really dangerous, because, as emphasized earlier, most regular employee break rooms are closed.On this day, the anniversary of the great Lord of the universe who may have existed in history, only one door is really dangerous.

To break in from the reception room and reach it, you need to go through 670 corridors correctly, but that means making the single most wrong decision among hundreds of millions of options.On this day, no one managed to break into the House of Ethics from the outside, so the receptionist could proudly declare that such a bad decision could not have been made by anyone.The door remained closed, and there was silence in the swaying and weightless corridor.Behind this door, in a dark space where no one can look, a disturbing freak is dreaming drowsily of boat trips.

Come take a closer look at this freak!Judging by his primitive reproductive system, he is a male in his prime, but the basic particles in his body are mixed very strangely.This is a microscopic way of speaking, but intuitively speaking, he is like a hybrid of an ape and a lizard.The scaly lizard head was crudely sewn onto an ape's body and wrapped in a spacious, clean black overcoat, as if the twisted mind was still being tended by someone.He still sleeps curled up in darkness, for he has nothing to do but bring disaster and death.He doesn't even need to eat or exchange energy of any kind because his body died long ago.He was only stranded by the Queen's mercy.A walking dead called father.

Queen's executor.That's what the cats called him.It was done with caution and compassion.For despite the executor's many misfortunes and sacrifices, there is little reason to speak with a dead man.It's better to be on guard against him. Experienced palace cats will advise Nen Miao like this.When the dead man began to wander the stars, only a few special people who served the Queen were spared from his slaying, even the Queen herself felt helpless.She had no choice but to imprison him and put him in a secret place in the deepest part of the palace, letting him dream about the dead.Now the dream has begun again.In the cramped staff lounge of the House of Ethics, the executor was fast asleep after the queen's kingdom had disregarded existence.He is one of the special arrangements for the anniversary, used to deal with certain extremely unlikely events.

Suddenly, the executor's left hand convulsed violently.The shadow of the arm spread silently, spreading out a forest of shadows that could not be seen by anyone.The executor opened his eyes, which were also full of shadows, and scanned the new world frantically and quickly.He felt something beckoning him, urging him.Ethics House woke up the holiday-limited non-volunteer worker and asked him to attend to an emergency.So the executor set off staggeringly.He took his first steps on rotten feet and almost fell to the ground.The second step is much more proficient.When it took the third step, the shadow of its left hand had landed on the doorknob.The door swung open by itself.The executor took a step forward.boom!Something falls to the ground.

The executor turned around.What fell on the ground was his belongings, the lighter that he kept in his coat pocket.He picked up the old, dark little thing, put it back in the bottom of his pocket, and continued walking toward his distant goal.

In a certain corridor that was far away from this freak, and it was also almost impossible to find it accurately.Another door was violently thrown open.Yes, a situation the receptionist could never have dreamed of.In these days when there are no outside intruders, an internal door has been knocked carelessly open.Running out of that door was not an employee, but a beautiful creature with full wings and a magnificent mane.She burst open the door of the room, and dashed down the corridor like a bolt of white lightning.

"Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya Lai!" she screamed, "Where are we!"

(End of this chapter)