Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 609 The Story of a Bad Mom

The executor in the corridor stopped again.He listened intently for a moment, then continued with his clumsy, slow steps.It wasn't anything special, and he had stopped suddenly many times during the march.

That didn't mean he found anything suspicious, his mind and body had been badly damaged long ago.It's a complete mess.The best physicians and mages the Queen could find were powerless.Sometimes he could hear the best, even assailants sneaking up on him from another dimension, and sometimes he just caught the muffled sound of a rock smashing into a body of water two galaxies away.These things can happen under any conditions, no regularity can be found.And, as everyone who knew him believed, he himself didn't give a damn about it.An assailant and a rock were no different to him.

He paused for a moment.No one attacked him, so he moved on again, toward the work that Ethics House asked him to do.Unlike the instant hunters who chased down the intruders, he moved very slowly, but he was not in a hurry: first, he was working for the infinite city at the end, and the city itself gave him enough time to The day will never end until he completes his task; secondly, he does not have the physiological mechanism that can cause the living body to produce "anxious" emotions.

The executor feels neither pain nor joy, he feels only one thing - chaos.That feeling was forever fixed in his mind.He'll try to eliminate it, and he'll keep trying as he gets a chance, starting with the loudest or brightest.Sometimes that results in massacres, other times celestial disasters and stellar eruptions.However, that is a very small number of cases after all.And the queen can't handle it.As the heroic undead cat judged, he got a good enough ending for a guy who committed a heinous crime.Those faults are somewhat excusable, but that doesn't mean he can escape repayment.The queen may want to do this, but the price of trying to cure the executor far exceeds his contribution to the existing universe.That is totally frowned upon.

The boring and long corridor walk is finally over.The executor walked slowly through the last corridor.He came to the reception hall.The old cat who was the receptionist glanced at him yawning, the hair on the back of his neck standing up.As today's receptionist, it knew him.Of course all the cats in the universe know him.Facing an executor who is not restrained and imprisoned, the Immortal Cat has given the wisest advice to all its fellows: don't move and don't make a sound—that can't be said to be 100% safe.man.But you always forget to catch the ball when it's not rolling, right?

The receptionist followed the advice faithfully.It lay peacefully on the reception desk, watching the executor's lizard head turn to the reception desk.Those cloudy, frantic eyes flicked over it as they would over other inanimate objects.He wasn't interested in it, or any more than the other dead things.Nor was the receptionist going to ask him to sign the register.It's not in line with the procedure, but Mew doesn't care.

The executor turned his cold and terrifying head and continued walking towards the exit.It's not that he didn't miss the chaos at the reception desk.The vortex of flowing emotions.Or life.The flower of consciousness that emerges from matter.He desperately desires to pick and burn.The vortex had to be quelled, but the vortex here was so weak that he could barely notice it.And even greater chaos lay in the distance.quick.quick.The House of Ethics urged him on.His consciousness also urged himself.bring death.Take to calm down.Go to them now, restless beings who bring chaos.

He walked awkwardly to the heavy metal gate.The shadow slid onto the door one step at a time, trembling a few times as if being blown by the wind, and the inner mechanism of the door made a sound.It is about to open, leading to a mountain trail that will not appear again, and then a city street, after which the executor will arrive at the square to control and reclaim the residents who caused chaos.During this process, the House of Ethics will try to keep him away from all irrelevant residents.But that's not an absolute guarantee.In the long run, all inhabitants are unique and at the same time easily replaceable.That is completely incomparable with the importance of keeping the computing center running stably.

"Hey!" shouted the receptionist behind him, "You have to sign!"

This is a wrong move.The old cat didn't care too much about letting one or two people slip through, it didn't matter if it slipped in or out, anyway, it wouldn't have any effect in the end.But this time it found three people—when the executor was about to leave the House of Ethics, three heads were poking around the entrance of the corridor, seemingly completely ignoring its existence.

One or two is fine, but three is "a lot".And it also caught sight of a snow-white fluffy feather wing.Damn it.Its nerves were immediately excited, completely disregarding the occasion.Damn it!But the feathered wings are fluffy!

It barked, with strong desire and excitement.The next moment the executor's ugly mutated head turned back.It knew that his ears (assuming there was such a thing as an auditory organ) were not always bright.Unfortunately, this time it hit the wrong time.He "heard" it.There was some hazy distortion in those shadowy eyes that were lightless.

Then, the receptionist disappeared in place.Where it once lived was a transparent, twisting wave of fire.That fire is not red, black or blue, but an indescribable color full of filth.It conjures images of rotting plant flowers and biological viscera, long-settled stagnant water, and nightmarish starlight.In the center of the filthy invisible fire, only the color of the old cat's hair remained.When the executor blinked next time, Guanglan and the remaining color disappeared in place like a hallucination.

His turned glance literally killed the receptionist.There were no complicated preparations or aftermaths, like the endless disasters he had caused in the queen's time in the past.But Ethics House acquiesced in the matter.The receptionist is not counted as an official resident and does not have to make an effort to survive.When the executor really left the Ethics House, the old cat yawned and walked out from the lounge behind the reception desk.

"Hey! No outsiders are allowed here!" It shouted to the three people standing in the center of the reception hall, "Sign it!"

The three who had slipped into the middle of the reception hall watched it with strange silence.They looked skeptical, tense, and hostile, as if they were in some kind of stressful state after witnessing a horrific event.But the receptionist doesn't care so much, rules are rules.These three people can turn around and run away, but it has to make a clear request to them.

There was a silence.Finally, the horned woman of the three came forward.She stood at the reception desk and asked, "What are we going to do?"

The old cat tapped the registration book on the table with its tail: "Sign it."

The woman complied.There was another pause as she signed her name.The old cat glanced at it with little interest.It found that the woman's eyes fell on the top of her own signature, the note left by the previous signer - Ji Xun.

"Don't look around," it warned.But actually don't care.The woman signed the name "Yagalai" and looked at it with a smile.

"I want a little help," she said.

"What do you want to do?" the old cat asked warily.Meow never likes to be begged for anything, no matter what it is.

"I'm looking for someone," the woman said. "What should I do if I want to find someone here?"

"Read its house number." The receptionist replied impatiently.The other two seemed unwilling to sign, so it urged them away from the reception hall.The three of them passed through the gate through which the executor had passed, and came to an empty mountain path.They looked at each other, and Boddy asked, "What's the house number?"

"What you call a house sign," said Yareriga, "but if it's called a house number, I think it should be a number."

"Damn it," said Poddy.He looked up and down the path, trying to find any house in the empty, lavender-lit mountain pass.but.Even behind them there is no door leading back.

He hesitated for a while, and finally said to Allerica: "Perhaps we should wait here."

"why?"

"I can't tell. Don't you think everything that happened here is weird? That hairy monster just now, and that lizard head... what's going on with those light? What that hairy monster told us may be a lie .If we keep going, we might run into danger. I don't know if you've ever seen this kind of thing, but it's just my opinion—I don't want to be targeted by that lizard head."

Allerica looked at him wordlessly.Qiaoqiao Tianyi also kept quiet on a rare occasion.Boddy glanced at the two of them, frowning, looking puzzled.

"What?" he said, "did I say something uncommon? It's not supposed to be done in your place?"

"No." Allerica replied, "You speak very well."

Boddy looked even more puzzled.But then the other two began to approach him, with a restrained and dangerous step.Yareriga put her hand on his shoulder and stared at him dazzlingly with bright golden brown eyes.

"You're doing fine," she said, "it's just that you don't understand some things. That's not your fault, because you never saw the universe look any other way. You just made the best of what you know." Good decision, so that can't be a fault. You don't really know me, Poddy. You think you can deal with me like any female you've ever met, but that won't work. I'm from you Unimaginable places, what you get from me is only a small part."

Poddy paused for a while: "Well, you rarely take the initiative to talk to me so much."

"Only this one time."

"What's the matter? Are you going to kill me?"

"I don't want to do that. But if you're trying to impede my actions... I'm not a law-abiding man, Poddy."

"I didn't do anything," Poddy clarified.

Allerica began to sigh.Qiaoqiao Tianyi squinted at her reproachfully.Yes, even she had to admit it - she had been running into some pretty disappointing males lately, young and old.Lombard is perhaps the most ideal companion in the entire Divine Light Realm.She really should go back and see him more, instead of rolling in the wishing machine.

"Pordy, I already knew," she said. "Remember when we talked together on the hillside of Frost House? I wondered what you had discovered then. I managed to spy on your mountain walks, and Also saw you make contact with the Awakened Ageless - that guy was Kimo, right? I know what you discussed with him, even though you were using a sign language I don't understand. I didn't ask you for that part because I don't want to startle you. But things are different now. I appreciate you guys bringing me here, but I'm not going to follow your plans - I have my own schedule."

(End of this chapter)