Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 877

Jania walked some distance with Marlene Judit.She couldn't get too many details because Marlene Judit looked distraught.Her family lives on the edge of the woods, and it is inevitable that she will be gossiped by her classmates next Monday.

"Can you be sure who's dead?" Jania asked.

"No, I heard from Nick...he said it was a tourist's body. Not from our town."

Jania glanced at the pious again.The brute was pissing nonchalantly on the edge of a tree root.It couldn't have been done by the dog, and while Jania believed it could actually kill a grown man, the traces would have pointed to it.If the dog really went mad, the police may not know who the dead person is before the DNA test.

"Tourist," she pretended not to care, "lost?"

"I do not know."

"Then, how did it get there?"

"I do not know either."

Jania stopped asking.Marlene Judit was so anxious, so she said lightly: "It's just a tourist. There are people who get lost in the forest every year. No matter how it died there, I don't think it has anything to do with our town."

Marlene Judit nodded vigorously.And the devout looked up at them, the folds of his brow like a grinning mouth.Jania didn't dislike pit bulls as a breed, but Pious was a hard dog to like.

She and Marlene separated on the edge of the town.Marlene is going back to her own home to face her father who seems to have a mental problem and her egomaniac brother.Jania went to Doppler Colon's dog park.She could see how much Marlene didn't want to go home, but she couldn't invite him to the dog park because there were also three or four grumpy bulldogs there.Old Cologne took great pains to tame them.But if they see the devout, the situation may not be under control.

Doppler Colon is carrying a bucket of bloody raw meat.When he saw Yu Xiaorong push open the iron door, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"I knew you'd come," he said.

Jania stepped across the threshold nonchalantly.Leo was already whimpering with desire, so she leaned over and unleashed the leash, allowing Leo to run and play with the caged dogs.Her eyes scanned the inner room to see if any policemen were visiting.

"If you want to inquire about the discovery in the woods this morning," said Doppler Colon, "I can only say that I have no inside information."

What he said caught Jania's mind, but she didn't blush at all: "I heard Marlene Judit say that there are corpses in the woods, and they belong to tourists."

"Well, her house is nearest to that place, and of course the poor girl was frightened."

"I think she might be mistaken. Calling dead animals human, or wounded dead. Her brother Nick was always a jerk, and he'd say something serious just to frighten her."

Old Cologne grabbed a handful of raw meat that had been churned up and added it to the bowl of Bartres the Caucasian dog.He glanced back at Jania again, as if he knew about the feud between her and Nick Judit.

"At least," he said slowly, "Nick didn't lie to her this time."

"Someone really died."

"Yes. And you care too much about it, Jania. It has nothing to do with you young men."

"I'm just worried," Jania argued, "I got an anonymous package just yesterday. Someone's dead in the woods right now."

"I don't think that's a thing," said old Colon. "That package was more of a joke, girl. Somebody sent you a freaking picture to make you suspicious, or you've got a kid with some stupid kid." Secret, maybe he once compared you to a female monster, and now he uses a painting to imply your previous agreement—"

"I don't have that kind of secret."

"You know it yourself, Jania." Old Colon said with a wink. "Don't worry, I won't mention a word to your foreign brother."

Jania didn't explain anything further.Old Cologne knew Lenny Collein, and she knew Tillman Blair, and she had a hard time convincing him that she had done nothing, with her past as an example.Well, she has a little secret, but not the kind that old Colon imagined.

She helped Old Colon carry another pail of mix and water to distribute to the caged dogs.Among these dozens of dogs, her favorite is Katice, a gentle and intelligent golden retriever.It can almost read the thoughts in her head, and attaches great importance to group order, and even does not allow other dogs to fight in front of it.Old Cologne also valued it and wanted to train it to be a reliable search and rescuer.But Jania has to admit that Derek is the old Colonel's favorite when it comes to finding lost items and providing support.

The dogs had become agitated, looking around in the cage.Jania divided the raw meat among the bowls, checking whether each dog was familiar.Derek followed her lap with a deliberate demeanor that kept the restless dogs from barking at Jania.It has established authority within the group.Old Colon must have made the dogs fight each other behind her back, Jania thought.They're cute when tamed, but inside they're a class society.Oddly, this doesn't make her disappointed with dogs, and she seems to have learned how to deal with people in the process of taming Leo.It is not pure loyalty and selfishness or cruelty and self-interest, but a balance within a certain group, suppression and compromise, friendship and competition. She feels that human society and dogs are not so different in these matters.

She divided a whole bucket of raw meat, the work was not complicated, but it made her sweaty.Her hands were covered with sticky pulp and blood, and old Cologne threw her a wet towel with a fishy smell.

"Where are all the people you hired?" she asked, wiping her hands.

"I sent them to help out in the woods."

Jania stopped wiping her hands, and Old Cologne said with a strange smile: "There are not enough people, it's always like this."

"It's not too complicated, is it?" Jania said pretending to be indifferent. "How many people does it take to move a corpse?"

"Oh, no, that's not it. They want people to help find things."

"The murder weapon?"

"They haven't figured out what the murder weapon was. It's weird, certainly not something you see in a kitchen."

Doppler Colon shrugged.He must have known how intently Jania was listening, but he pretended not to notice that he was giving away the inside information.Jania didn't think there was any problem with this. If she converted all the time she helped Old Cologne into community service, it might be enough for several delinquent minors to complete community corrections.

"What does the corpse look like?" She inquired, "You have to see the face clearly, right? Otherwise, how do you know it's not from our town?"

"It's a man, maybe 40 years old. He must have drunk a lot before he died. But it's not a familiar face—not from our town, nor from a neighboring town. He looks more like a foreigner. English stuff, but I'm not going to say that to death, little girl, now that foreigners are moving here in droves, I don't see what attracts them here. Anyway, even the police now And you can't just say he knows everyone in the neighborhood."

Doppler Colon paused for a few seconds, then said as if nothing happened: "They don't know your brother either."

Jania put down the towel—she heard the words mean more than the surface.The old clone was trying to remind her of something.

"What's the matter?" she asked bluntly, "he just came yesterday."

"The body was found this morning, but it died yesterday. Ged is actually a nice guy - I've known him since I retired, very conscientious young man. But he doesn't trust outsiders very much, especially..."

He replaced the second half of the sentence with a gesture.Jania looked at him with pursed lips, trying to appear unoffended, but unsuccessfully.She was indeed a little angry.

"My brother came here by taxi," she said succinctly. "From the airport in the city, you don't have to go near the woods at all."

"Then Gade has nothing to say, can't he? Just check the flight information."

Jania said bluntly: "Maybe he should know who the dead person is first, and then start looking for suspects."

Doppler Colon laughed.

"No, girl, it's not like that at all." He said cheerfully, "Of course it's like that in theory, but if you follow the procedure completely, you will find that you can't do anything in the end. You can't wait for the answer to come to your door, in fact Even when there is no crime, you always have a few names of suspects in your mind. Who is most like a thief? A name, a place where you can try to get started. Gad did it, but he wouldn't believe anyone in our town could do it, so he'll probably start with someone familiar."

"He's going to find my brother?"

"If it doesn't keep finding out who the dead man is, I think it will. But I don't think it's anything to worry about. He's just going to chat and ask your brother how he feels about us. He can't help it." Handcuffed your brother because he couldn't speak German."

Jania was still a little angry.But old Cologne assured her again and again that Gerd Schilling was neither extremely racist, nor would he deliberately make things difficult for the other party because he could not speak German.Furthermore, he pointed out pragmatically that her brother was not a penniless vagabond or a refugee, but the son of a well-known local lawyer.He has such a strong asylum, the police will not mess with him.

"I hope he doesn't just handcuff bums," Jania said.

"Sometimes you might want him to do that," said old Colon, "when you find some cops who don't do anything. But no matter which fruit you pick, you'll find they taste the same. People are not happy."

He opened the dog cages in batches, let them go to the training ground to have fun, and then shared the draft beer and fried sausages in the refrigerator with Jania.They watched as Leo and Apoo chased and bashed each other, nearly sparking a dogfight, until Candice savaged them both.Jania finally got the details of the corpse out of old Cologne.

"Sharp thing for sure," said old Colon. "About fifteen inches across, but very long, or otherwise without a handle. Very, very thin."

"Some kind of special metal plate?" Jania guessed.

"The wound is not straight. The scar across the chest and back has a curved arc, like when you hold a twig lightly."

"Long machete?"

"It's fifteen centimeters wide." Old Cologne took a sip of his beer. "I think any assassin with such a machete would have to be stared at by passers-by. It might be in a car or a house." Get by."

"Then... isn't the woods the first scene?"

"They're still trying to figure it out. From what it looks like now, it looks like the dead guy walked around here by himself, and they could find his footprints, and there was mud from the woods on the soles of his shoes. There was no dragging nearby. Blood, they also borrowed a few dogs to try."

"The results of it?"

"Nothing. The dogs were all quiet - a little too quiet. They just stayed put after smelling the dead body."

Jania choked.Old Cologne's eyes fell on her, and she calmly wiped off the foam with her fingers.

"This wine is too cold," she said. "I don't like cold wine with hot sausages."

"You young people are getting less and less used to traditional tastes," said Colonel Elder. "Philip hated sauerkraut when he was a child, and I thought it was strange enough."

Jania said gruffly, "That doesn't stop him from getting so big. Mind your own business if you want to live, old man."

Old Colon laughed again, and never mentioned Shunzi's body again.It wasn't until Jania put Leo on the leash again that he suddenly pressed her shoulder again: "I'm serious, you'd better not go into the woods alone during this time. The body has been removed, you go You can't get anything there."

"Are you afraid that the murderer is still hiding there?"

"I can't tell. It's a strange thing, and even if you don't believe it, you'd better not risk your life."

Old Cologne's gaze was facing the direction of the woods.He stared at the shadow under the afternoon sun, and said thoughtfully: "The denser the forest, the more legends about those strange things."

Jania snapped the loop on the leash: "I thought you didn't believe that."

"When I'm awake, with my hounds, and armed," said old Colon, "I don't believe there's anything in the woods. But you're going to say that when I wake up in the middle of the night with a pocket knife beside me None, and I heard the wind screaming in the woods, like that time...you just can't be 100% sure."

Before Jania left the dog park for the last time, she walked over to the blue trash can while old Colon was gathering the dogs, and threw the old newspaper ball in her pocket into it.Then she stepped through the iron gate and onto the gravel path between two woodlands.This summer is surprisingly hot, and many local elders even claim that Regenberg has never been so hot in history.There was also very little rain, leaving a string of dry and cracked dog footprints on the side of the path.Leo sniffed up and down, slowly crawling towards the leafy beeches, picking with his nose the dead leaves and fallen flowers that had accumulated at the roots.Jania held the leash to keep it from slipping into the depths of the woods pretending not to—even though she half wanted to.

She looked up at the old trees.There are pitted knots and scars on their gray-black bark, and the clatter of cicadas can be heard from the lush green leaves high above.Malcolm especially liked the old trees.When spring passed, he made glue-dipped specimens of their pale green catkins.At the end of autumn, he secretly took the fallen fruit to the studio and roasted it with Jania.Her mother didn't like them eating things from the forest, and always used an old man who accidentally ate wild poisonous mushrooms as an example.But the beech fruit is not poisonous.

An unspeakable depression came to her heart.Suddenly she felt a little missing of Malcolm, the man who would listen to her and keep her thoughts to herself.He was indeed not a very reliable adult, but he always made her happy.What is he doing at this moment?Maybe I'm studying the paint ratio of some angel mural in some ancient Spanish church.He can also tell a lot of forest stories about Regenberg, such as the false street signs that lure passers-by, the little red house that lights up in the middle of the night, the forest glade where the hounds will go crazy when they step into it... not All stories have dead people, but they're disturbing nonetheless because people don't understand what they mean.Malcolm was also particularly fond of telling a story, possibly of his own making, about Jania being rescued by a wood nymph.Jania did get lost in the woods as a child, and had a pretty rough night, but she didn't remember any fairies.

Leo lay prone on the fallen leaves, then collapsed on his side, pretending to be too tired to walk.Jania tugged on the leash, showing that she had seen through its tricks.

"No, Leo," she said mercilessly, "we're not going into the woods today."

Leo shook his ears resentfully, got up and left a puddle of urine beside the tree roots.When they turned back to the right road and turned left and right to return to NO.15, the sun had already set towards the roof.Her older brother was standing in the yard watering the lawn, the sprinklers blaring and making a shimmering silver rainbow.Jania watched him from the fence and noticed that he had swapped out the white and gray twill shirt he had worn this morning for a brightly colored pullover T-shirt.He always wore this silly style of clothing in Regenberg, and the shirt must have been changed for "business matters".It reminded Jania of one of her most deeply held beliefs: that everyone has multiple faces.

She remained silent for a moment, continuing to stand there watching her brother.Not only was she looking at him as Jeannette Dubois, but she was also trying to see him from a more detached and objective perspective.If she were a passerby, a bird or a dog, what would this person look like to her?Is he really believable?He would pick up a knife in no one's place and plunge it into another man's chest?Not impossible.she said in her heart.Anyone is a potential murderer under the right circumstances.

The people in the yard finally found her.

"What are you doing standing there?" her brother said, swinging the hose on Leo.Leo happily bit the water jet, not caring who was manipulating the water jet.This scene made Jania feel a little relieved, but she didn't know if she could behave as naturally as Leo if she changed to a dog.

She walked into the yard and helped Leo take a shower by the way.Leo was water-loving by nature and never missed a chance to swim when he could, but like most dogs, he hated baths and tried to shake the water all over her.She had to pretend she was playing with him so she could rub the mud off his tail.By the time the bath was over she was exhausted and could only sit on the porch to catch her breath.

At such moments she felt that she hated life.Life is like this, repeated waste and unnecessary worry, dirty and washed, washed and dirty again, nothing new, never coming out.She even had to say it was a good thing, a really good thing, and if Gerd Schilling or someone else with the ID came into her house one day and told her there was some bad news, then she'd be right A boring life is what you want.

Her brother came over and patted her and told her to come in for dinner.

"I'm not hungry," she said listlessly.

"There are tomato cold soup and vinegar shrimp, which are frozen in an ice bucket."

Jania got up and went in.She sat at the table with a sullen face, scooped up a bowl of cold soup that was red but not at all spicy, and put two shrimps in lemon vinegar from the ice tray.Her older brother watched her eat with some suspicion, still wondering if she really didn't need hot food.He did make an effort, trying to obliquely tell her that too much cold food could cause a stomach upset.But Jania also has a set of usual counterattacks: eating too hot for a long time will cause esophageal cancer.

"Cat's tongue," her brother muttered.

"Most animals don't eat things that are much warmer than their body temperature," Jania said. "That's not what happens naturally."

"You grew up with fire, Fluffy."

"I only use an electric stove."

Her brother wanted to say something, but the doorbell rang.Jania paused for a moment in her hand ladling soup, but did not get up to open the door.She saw the surprise on her brother's face.

"Your mother came back really early this time." He said, put down the bowl and answered the door.Jania almost called him to stop, telling him that the person who came was probably a policeman in black.It was like a fairy tale wolf knocking at the door and her older brother was the little pig who thought he was welcoming his mother.But she also knew that it was too late to tell her brother, she really didn't expect Gerd Schilling to come so soon, it was a bit rude.

The door opened.Facing him were three stacked cardboard boxes. They hovered in the air, completely blocking the view from the inside and outside of the door.

The person holding the cardboard box is Yu Qingshu.She supported the cardboard boxes underneath with her arms, and greedily wanted to move them all into the house at once.When she found that the person who opened the door helped to hold the cardboard box, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and kicked off the uncomfortable pair of leather shoes with heels impatiently.In one go, she took off her suit jacket and threw it on the shoe cabinet, undid the first two buttons of her shirt, and then fanned herself with the palm of her hand, as if she had just won a big case.

She breathed out, with excitement in her eyes, and called out to her daughter: "Xiaorong!"

"There it is," said Jania, still seated firmly at the table.

"We're having a big dinner tonight! I have two good news for you, one of which you may not like very much, but I promise it's not too bad..."

Jania didn't hear what her mother was promising.When her elder brother poked his head out from the side of the cardboard box with an embarrassed smile, and met Yu Qingshu's eyes, the second half of the sentence stopped abruptly.Jania scooped up the soup to herself, wondering what the news she didn't like was going to be.

"...These two pieces of good news." Her mother said in a daze.

"Three." Jania said calmly, grabbing another vinegar shrimp for herself.

　This is a Chapter 2 update. , and now I'm going to catch up with the Chapter 3 update.

　　
　
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