Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 122 This Chapter Is Frank

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"He tried to hybridize adults with fruit trees at first, but as expected, they all died and became nutrients for fruit trees."

"He learned from the pain and changed the experimental method. He crossed the broiler chickens at the young stage with cuttings and grafted with apple seedlings, and once again failed gloriously."

"Finally, he put the eggs... well, anyway, at least the apples are getting better and better."

After reading the summary on the last page and the "I will continue to work hard" declaration of never giving up self-encouragement, Edward sighed heavily, put these pages of experimental records aside, covered his eyes with his hands, and felt his Common sense was beaten hard: "What is this doing?"

"What is the result of this kind of experiment that does not consider biological characteristics? Does he really want to benefit mankind?"

"The cultivator, from the Church of the Mother Earth? Didn't the Church of the Mother Earth teach him the basics of biology and botany?"

"I know that extraordinary abilities have created a new biological system, but this is really too..."

No one answered, and after a while, a response came from Edward's mind: "But he meets our standards."

"That's what I'm thinking of."

Angel of the Abyss rubbed his face and sighed: "Study hard, have strong execution ability, have the possibility to change the world...probably? Both benign and malignant are changes, and the possibility of destroying the world is of course possible, just like that child .He does meet our standards, if not our direction, can be properly steered."

"I really can't stand this rough and crude experiment. After reading this experiment report, I would rather go to the abyss and fight Farbouti."

Declining King: "It's really time to think about it."

Edward became a little more serious when he heard the words, and asked: "'Hell' only has a prototype. Although we can eat it directly, we have to pretend to be more or less. No matter how you say it, we have to prop up the shelf of hell, so that we can become gods." The ceremony can only be successfully completed. However, the idea of ​​'going down to the abyss to eat the remaining uniqueness and sequence one of Fabuti and then hold the ceremony to go straight to the true god' is a bit too bold and unrestrained. If I can really succeed, long Even the gods with eyes can see the problem.”

"..."

"That's right, as long as I become a true god, I will be successful. Maybe the Seven Gods will be more sure that I was raised by the mother tree of desire."

"Isn't there going to be a war? This is the best opportunity."

"Well." The Declining King said flatly, "It's time for the demon family to enter the arena. There must be people who have severed arms and legs to redeem their sins, and there must also be demons who are equally heinous. Of course, evil is what demons should do, so they die. The last will be the jailers, and this is the pardon I give them."

"That's great. After the dedication, you can torture other demon-like humans. I think they will be very happy." Edward nodded deeply, "Then let's arrange it after the man-made disaster. No matter what you do, it will be much easier.”

"After completely controlling this part of the consciousness of the real creator, we can go to the land abandoned by the gods to find clues to the origin."

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Mrs. Starling, who was letting the servants carefully pack her precious dresses in the living room, looked up suspiciously, and asked the maid Julian, "Is there a strange old gentleman knocking on our door?"

The maid nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

"That's an older gentleman, neatly dressed, and looks like a person of status."

"Who is he looking for?"

"He said to find the owner of this house."

"Could it be Luke's visitor? He didn't tell me, and if he said that, he should know that it's working time..." The beautiful Mrs. Starling murmured to herself in confusion, and then ordered the maid, "I'll open the door, Let the servants be on guard."

"Okay, ma'am."

Mrs. Starling lifted the hem of her skirt, asked the maids to bring a makeup mirror, roughly touched up her makeup, then put on a thick ironed cloak, and went downstairs at a leisurely pace with the help of the maids, and came to the entrance .She wanted to look out of the cat's eyes first, but then felt that it was not dignified to do so in front of the servants, so she took a light breath, with a dignified demeanor, and showed a decent and elegant smile, indicating that the maid could open the door.

Julian turned the doorknob, faintly keeping Mrs. Starling behind.

The visitor outside the door was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman who was meticulously dressed. His shirt was white and straight, his thick gray-blue vest perfectly held his stomach, and his long tuxedo had clear lines and no flaws.

This gentleman wore a pair of shiny leather shoes, completely unrecognizable from the rain and mud.

He was wearing a pair of white knitted gloves, with a few strands of silver hair on his temples, deep nasolabial folds on his face, and light brown eyes that were too serious to contain a hint of a smile.

I don't know... But the old gentleman has an inexplicably majestic and reassuring aura. Mrs. Starling relaxed her vigilance a little bit, and asked politely:

"who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged gentleman took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and saluted with the most standard gesture:
"I'm here to visit the owner of the house at 15 Minsk Street."

"I am the owner of that house. May I ask what you want from me?" Starling was even more puzzled.

Starling looked at the serious old gentleman in front of him. Judging from his temperament and affordable clothing, he was at least a nobleman, but he said he was just a housekeeper.Although a little vain and proud, Starling still has a relatively clear self-awareness. People who can afford such a housekeeper should not be known by themselves.

But at this time, she had already noticed a carriage parked far away on the opposite side of the concrete road. The outer shell was dark and thick, and there were curtains on the inside of the windows.

Taking a closer look, I saw a coat of arms in a conspicuous position on the carriage.

The main body of the coat of arms is a straight-down sword with a red crown on the hilt.

This is the "Sword of Judgment"... the "Sword of Judgment" of the Augustus royal family representing the kingdom!Omg I heard Luke mention it!Starling's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to think about it.

The old butler noticed Starling's gaze, and said generously: "Madam, please don't tell this matter."

"I, I will." Starling replied quickly.

"So you are the owner of No. 15 Minsk Street. Has the tenant there left?"

They were looking for Mr. Moriarty?Starling was shocked. As a landlord, she should not disclose the tenant's information, but this is facing the royal family, so she hesitated for a second and replied: "Yes, he came to bid farewell very early today."

The old butler's eyes narrowed, he was a little uncertain about the situation, and he asked, "Did that gentleman mention his itinerary?"

"Ah, this..." Starling hesitated again, and then she felt that the figure of the old butler became more and more solemn, making people dare not look directly at him, as if he was a teacher or a judge, and a truthful answer naturally rose in her heart Thoughts, "He, he said he would go back to Jianhai County for the New Year..."

After hearing this sentence, the old housekeeper's expression remained unchanged, noncommittal.Afterwards, he politely saluted Starling again (Starling hurriedly returned the salute with the hem of her skirt), and said, "Thank you for your answer, ma'am."

"I know you are worried, please rest assured, I just invited Detective Sherlock Moriarty on behalf of my master, not to harm him."

"Please don't talk about what happened today."

Shocked, Starling nodded immediately, and watched the old butler get into the carriage. The straight-backed coachman waved his whip, and the carriage, which symbolized the majesty of the royal family, gradually disappeared into the street.

She couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that she was talking to a housekeeper of the royal family, and her steps back to the room were a little erratic.Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is such a big man?Members of the royal family personally come to invite?Isn't he a simple detective?Yes, he has such outstanding skills, his identity is definitely not simple... Starling was a little excited and thought wildly in her mind, and then she was a little disappointed, because she couldn't disclose these events to anyone, not even Luke .

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In the end, Klein successfully rented the house at a price of 1 pound 4 soli per week, saving 1 soli. The rental period is tentatively scheduled for two months. Heat it up and spend it.Klein used the existing utility bill as his identity proof, not forgetting to change his name with a small trick.Sherlock Moriarty is now dead or missing. Klein didn't dare to go back to No. 15 Minsk Street to take a look. The postbox remained as it was, full of it.

By the way, the monthly subscription fees for newspapers and milk add up to 4 soli!There are still ten days in this month!Totally wasted!

These bits and pieces of money made Klein's heart ache for a few minutes. After signing the contract, he took the key and opened the door of his new residence.

Frankly speaking, the rent has its own value. From the balcony, you can overlook the busiest financial and commercial street in Hillston District. The area of ​​the house is much smaller than that Mrs. Summer rented to herself, but the quality of the furniture is better.Moreover, this apartment was originally provided for businessmen or middle-class apartments with an annual salary of more than 300 pounds, and the price was not too high.

Klein comforted himself for a while, trying not to think about leaving his 10 pounds.He took out the clothes and brand-new daily necessities from the suitcase, put them away one by one, then took out the envelope and letter paper he just bought, and started to write the letter.

It cost nearly [-] pounds to purchase materials, and Klein's savings was only about [-] pounds. This is already a relatively dangerous figure for a wild Extraordinary seeking promotion.

Sequence 6 is the mid-sequence, and the materials needed for the mid-sequence are usually double the price, and they are even more valuable and have no market.Therefore, he urgently needed to get some money quickly, so he thought of the conversation he had with Miss Sharron before his death: Maric's friend discovered a tomb of a Quaternary nobleman, it was very dangerous, and there should be a lot of Extraordinary materials and items, maybe there will be a "human-skinned shadow" that you need.

It was inconvenient to go out now, so Klein wrote a letter to inform the deacon he was familiar with in the Church of Steam, Ikanser Bernard.And in the letter, he implicitly stated that he had recently moved and wanted to hide for a while, and it was best not to disturb him except for transactions.

After writing the letter, all urgent matters were finally done.

Klein glanced at the wall clock, it was already past one in the afternoon.

So he closed his eyes and began to meditate for a rest. An hour later, Klein opened his eyes, first divination "no danger", and after confirming his safety, he took four steps backwards to the gray mist.

You have to die sooner or later.Klein has already figured it out, as long as he has to deal with Ince Zangwill, the power of the gray fog is indispensable.No matter how dangerous it is, you must use all your strength.

As for dealing with Edward Vaughn, I'm afraid I can't do much, but at least I have to disclose the other party's information to the church.

So, on the way to rent the house, he had already sent an anonymous report letter to the mailbox of the Evernight Church.

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On the Future, Frank wiped his hands and lay down on the table in his humble laboratory, ready to take a nap.

The experiment of broiler and apple hybridization cannot be said to be a success, it can only be said to be a complete failure.It was exactly the same as the time when the cow was crossed with wheat. The only difference was that after crossing the cow and wheat, he was directly thrown out of the Church of the Goddess of the Earth. After the crossbreeding of apples and broilers was discovered, all his failed experiments were burned by the captain. It was clean, and a few chickens that hadn't been tested were roasted by colleagues who gloated.

In the light of the fire, the captain's expression was cold and terrified, and he asked Frank to report to her for the umpteenth time before conducting experiments.

Woah!Fortunately, I met a new friend. When I went ashore last time, I had compiled a copy of the experimental records and experiences, and mailed it to the Ernst Foundation Orphanage in Bayam.

Should have received it by now?The postage is too expensive, but it is only a distance of one island, and it costs a full 1 soli.

The afternoon sun was just right, and the room was still warm.

Surrounded by the earthy smell that he was most familiar with, Frank Lee made a nest with his arms and began to doze off.

He fell asleep quickly.

But after an unknown period of time, he suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming, but he still fell asleep after all. He was still in a daze, only feeling as if he had come to a certain place.

The thinking ability and logicality in the dream will deteriorate. Frank stood there blankly, looking at the ground until a black shadow appeared on the ground in front of him.

He wanted to look up, but he couldn't lift his head up. His eyes turned up as hard as he could, but he couldn't see anything.

The shadow asked him, "Who gave you that jewel?"

Frank's current consciousness is half-dream and half-awake, and he naturally follows the commanding words of the other party to think, and immediately feels that the "someone" who he can't see or hear clearly is his "acquaintance" who "can't remember the name" .

"Emerald... I... Ernst... can't bear to spend it..." So he didn't take precautions, and said intermittently, "Gift..."

Heiying was not surprised: "He really wants to find a classmate for himself."

him?Frank was slightly puzzled, and then Hei Ying asked, "You wrote this?"

A fuzzy white paper was handed to him with nothing on it, but Frank immediately thought it was an experiment report sent by him, and nodded slowly.

"What did you write?"

Heiying said coldly: "It doesn't make sense. Redo it as soon as possible."

Frank was so shocked that he jumped up on the spot.He was awake, but not fully awake, struggling to ask, "Why...?"

Black Shadow sighed: "Is the gene of your experimental product stable?"

"Gene?"

"Have you had a safety check?"

"Security inspection?"

"I don't ask the apple chicken that hasn't succeeded yet, but can your red wine fish reproduce normally? What impact has it had on the original species of fish? Are your experimental results repeatable? Have you put the experiment in? How is the market response? Is there any? Natural enemies? How long is the survival cycle? Is the gene stable? Will there be mutations? Will it cause species invasion once released?"

Frank was stunned, he was stunned by this series of questions, he hesitated guiltyly: "Uh, none of them."

"Species invasion... what is it?"

Then he could hear a hint of helplessness and hatred from Heiying's emotionless tone: "You don't do anything, but you dare to experiment and then breed? You really deserve to be thrown out by the church."

"I thought you had some basic security knowledge."

Frank was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it. He started looking for a shovel, ready to return himself to the earth, but there was nothing in this empty world.In addition, he was still sleeping, unable to move his legs, and his steps were extremely small.After watching him move a few centimeters in place, the shadow asked again:
"How do you give red wine the ability to carry oxygen?"

It's hard to think about more than one thing in a dream, and Frank put the idea of ​​digging a hole and burying himself behind him in a blink of an eye, and began to recall this experiment that he had done not long ago and had some success.

"I tried...replacing the fish's blood directly...it didn't work...the reason...don't know..."

"...fusion...and then...breeding from fry..."

After hearing these two sentences, Hei Ying understood: "As I thought. It's not red wine, but red wine-flavored blood."

"Because the color, taste, and some ingredients are similar, it was mistaken for wine. If you do an analysis, you will know."

"Your fish probably won't live long. The ability of the blood to carry oxygen has been greatly weakened. Either it will be cloned directly as an adult, or it will die in the fry stage. It is difficult to grow up normally."

After saying this, Sombra stopped talking and stood there quietly.Frank was dazed for a while, and asked in a daze:

"Why... failed?"

"Because your school doesn't teach cells."

Sombra replied unceremoniously: "Leave. Whether you are qualified to obtain knowledge from me depends on your performance and ability."

Before Frank could understand the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly felt that the ground under his feet disappeared, and he fell down suddenly.The strong sense of weightlessness immediately made him wave his hands and kick his legs in panic, wanting to grab something.

boom!He kicked his own laboratory bench, and the reaction force kicked himself off the chair.Frank fell headfirst into the soil, with half of his face buried. The fear in his dream hadn't disappeared. After he thumped a few times in the soil, he realized that he had returned to the real world, and touched his face in surprise:

"Hey, I didn't fall to my death?"

He shook his head, brushed off the dirt from his hair and collar, and recalled the vague dream just now with uncertainty.The details of the dream were very vague, but only a few words of questioning "Can your experimental results be repeated?" remained in my mind very clearly.Frank wondered what great being he had encountered by chance, but hesitantly felt that there shouldn't be a great being who read his experiment report and then came to teach himself a small lesson.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, turned his head to look at the experiment table, and saw the experiment records he sent to his new friend last week neatly placed there.

Frank suddenly felt hot all over his body, and a chill rushed over his head. He rushed over like a hungry tiger, and at a glance he saw that the record with mud stains on the cover was undoubtedly the original copy he sent.

He said a few words of Mother God's blessing in his heart, pinched a corner with his fingers without daring to breathe, and carefully looked down——

——As before, there are no redundant marks of corrections.

He turned a few more pages, but there were still no traces.

Only, when he turned to the end, he found that there was an extra red round stamp stamped there, and above it were the words that the graduates of the old era were most afraid of seeing after submitting their thesis:
"Unqualified, rejected rewrite."

It's not a dream!Frank was frightened and sweated again.

TBC
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The above is the author's resentment for changing his graduation thesis.

Why haven't I arrived at the Tarot Club yet... Why do I have to write so many things in the next chapter, and I can't arrive tomorrow after tomorrow, Tarot Club Requiem?

(End of this chapter)