Chapter 122 This Chapter Is Frank

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"He first tried to cross the adults with fruit trees, but unexpectedly they all died and became nutrients for the fruit trees."

"He learned from the painful experience and changed the experimental method, crossing broiler chickens in the cub stage with apple seedlings through cutting grafting, and once again failed gloriously."

"In the end, he put the eggs...well, anyway, at least the apples are growing better and better."

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

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

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

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

There was no answer, and after a moment a response came to Edward's mind: "But he meets our standards."

"That's what I was thinking about."

The Angel of the Abyss rubbed his face and sighed: "Eager to learn and enterprising, strong in execution, with the possibility of changing the world... maybe? Benign and malignant changes are both changes, and of course the possibility of destroying the world is also possible, just like that child . He does meet our standards and can be directed appropriately, if not in our direction."

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

The Declined King: "It's really time to consider it."

Edward became a little more serious after hearing this and asked: "'Hell' is only in its rudiment. Although we can eat it directly, we have to pretend to be more or less. In any case, we have to prop up the shelves of hell, so that we can become gods." Only in this way can the ritual be successfully completed. However, isn't the idea of ​​'rushing down into the abyss, eating the remaining uniqueness and sequence of Fabuti, and then carrying out the ritual to go straight to the true god' a bit too bold? If I can really succeed, long Anyone with eyesight can spot the problem."

"..."

"Yes, 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 Declined King said calmly, "It's time for the demon family to enter. Hell must have people who have severed their hands and feet to atone for their sins, and there must also be demons who have committed the same heinous crimes. Of course, doing evil is what demons should do, so they die They will only be jailers in the end, and this is the pardon I give them."

"It's really good. After dedication, you can torture other humans like demons. I think they will be very happy." Edward nodded with deep understanding, "Then let's arrange it after the man-made disaster. As long as the death omen star's sentence is passed, we will No matter what you do, it will be much easier.”

"After we completely control this part of the consciousness of the true Creator, we can go to the land abandoned by the gods and look for clues to the source of matter."

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Mrs. Starling, who was letting the servants carefully pack her precious gown in the living room, raised her head in confusion and asked the maid Julian: "A strange old gentleman knocked on our door?"

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

"He was an older gentleman, neatly dressed and looked like a man of status."

"Who is he looking for?"

"He said he was looking for the owner of this house."

"Is he Luke's visitor? He never told me, and in that case he should know that it is working time..." The beautiful Mrs. Starling muttered to herself in confusion, and then told the maid, "I'll open the door. Let the footmen be on their guard."

"Okay, ma'am."

Mrs. Starling lifted up her skirt, asked the maids to bring her a makeup mirror, and briefly touched up her makeup. Then she put on a thick, ironed cloak, and with the help of the maids, she walked downstairs at a leisurely pace and came to the entrance hall. . She wanted to look out through the peephole first, but then she felt that doing so in front of the servants was not dignified, so she took a gentle breath, looked dignified, showed a decent and elegant smile, and signaled the maid to open the door.

Julian turned the doorknob, vaguely blocking Mrs. Starling behind him.

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

This gentleman was wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes, showing no signs of having walked through the rain and mud.

He was wearing a pair of white knitted gloves, with a few silver hairs on his temples. He had deep nasolabial folds on his face, and his light brown eyes were so serious that they contained no trace of a smile.

I don’t know him...but the old gentleman had an inexplicable majestic and reassuring temperament. Mrs. Starling relaxed her guard a little and asked politely:

"who are you looking for?"

The middle-aged and elderly gentleman took off his hat, put it on his chest, and saluted in the most standard manner:

"I'm here to visit the owner of the house at No. 15 Minsk Street."

"I am the owner of that house, what do you want from me?" Starling was even more confused.

Starling looked at the serious old gentleman in front of her. Judging from his temperament and affordable clothing fabrics, he was at least a nobleman, but he said that he was just a housekeeper. Although she is a little vain and proud, Starling still has a relatively clear self-awareness. She should not know someone who can afford such a housekeeper.

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. At first glance, it was not an ordinary thing. It was low-key and luxurious.

Looking carefully again, I saw a coat of arms in a prominent position in the carriage.

The main body of the coat of arms is a sword pointing vertically downward, and there is a red crown on the handle of the sword.

This is the "Sword of Judgment"...the "Sword of Judgment" representing the Augustan royal family of the Kingdom! OMG, I heard Luke mention that! Starlin's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

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

"I, I will." Starling quickly replied.

"So you are the owner of No. 15 Minsk Street. Have the tenants there left?"

Are you actually looking for Mr. Moriarty? Starling was greatly shocked. As a landlord, she should not reveal the tenant's information, but this was facing the royal family, so she hesitated for a second before answering: "Yes, he came to say goodbye very early today."

The old housekeeper's eyes narrowed, and he was a little unsure of the situation. He asked, "Did that gentleman mention his itinerary?"

"Ah, this..." Starling hesitated again, and then she felt that the old housekeeper's figure was becoming more solemn and solemn, making people dare not look directly at him, as if he was a teacher or a judge, and she naturally felt the need to answer truthfully in her heart. Thoughts, "He, he said he wanted to go back to Jianhai County to celebrate the New Year..."

After hearing these words, the old housekeeper's expression did not change and he was noncommittal. Then, he politely gave Starling a standard salute again (Starling quickly held up the hem of her skirt to return the salute) and said, "Thank you for your answer, madam."

"I know you are worried. Please rest assured. I only invited Detective Sherlock Moriarty on behalf of my master. I did not mean to harm him."

"Please don't tell anyone what happened today."

Starling was shocked in her heart and nodded immediately, watching the old housekeeper 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 actually talking to a butler of the royal family. Her steps back to the room were a little erratic. Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is actually such a big shot? Invited personally by members of the royal family? Isn't he a simple detective? Yes, he has such outstanding skills, his identity must not be simple... Starling was a little excited and thought about it in her mind, but then she was a little disappointed, because she couldn't reveal these incidents to anyone, not even Luke. .

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In the end, Klein successfully rented the house at a weekly rent of 1 pound 4 soli, saving 1 soli. The rental period was tentatively scheduled for two months, and the rent refund he had just received from Mrs. Starling had not yet been returned. It was spent to cover up the heat. Klein used an existing utility bill as proof of identity, and did not forget to use a small deception to change his name. Sherlock Moriarty is now dead or missing. Klein doesn't even dare to go back to No. 15 Minsk Street to take a look. The mailbox remains the same, full.

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

These little bits and pieces of money made Klein heartbroken for a few minutes. After signing the contract, he took the key and opened the door to 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 what Mrs. Summer rented to herself, but the quality of the furniture is better. Moreover, this apartment was originally provided to businessmen or the middle class with an annual salary of more than 300 pounds, so the price is not high anymore.

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 and put them away one by one. Then he took out the letter paper he just bought and started writing a letter.

The purchase of materials cost nearly 2,700 pounds, and Klein only had about 1,500 pounds left in his savings. This was already a relatively dangerous figure for a wild Extraordinary seeking promotion.

Sequence 6 is the mid-sequence. The materials required for the mid-sequence are often twice as expensive, and they are even more valuable than the market. Therefore, he urgently needed to get some money quickly, so he thought of the conversation he had with Miss Sharon before his death: Maric's friend discovered the tomb of a Fourth Age noble, which was very dangerous and should contain a lot of extraordinary materials. and items, maybe there will be the "human skin shadow" you need.

It was not convenient to go out now, so Klein wrote a letter to inform the deacon he was familiar with in the Steam Church, Ikanser Bernard. And in the letter, he vaguely stated that he had recently moved and wanted to hide for a while. 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 and rest. An hour later, Klein opened his eyes and divined "no danger" first. After confirming that it was safe, he walked four steps backward toward the gray mist.

Either die early or die late. Klein has figured out that as long as he has to deal with Ince Zangwill, the power of gray mist 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 a house, he had already dropped an anonymous report letter into the mailbox of the Night Church.

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On the Future, Frank wiped his hands and lay down on the table of his simple laboratory to take a nap.

The experiment of crossing broiler chickens and apples 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 he hybridized cows and wheat. The only difference was that after crossing cows and wheat, he was thrown directly out of the Church of the Mother Earth. After the hybrid apples and broiler chickens were discovered, his failed experiments were burned under the supervision of the captain. All were clean, and a few chickens that had not yet been tested were roasted by colleagues who were gloating about their misfortune.

In the firelight, the captain's expression was cold with a hint of panic, and he asked Frank for the umpteenth time to report to her before doing the experiment.

Alas! Fortunately, I made a new friend. The last time I went ashore, I had compiled a copy of the experimental records and experiences and mailed them to the Ernst Foundation Orphanage in Bayam.

You should have received it by now, right? The postage was too expensive. It only spanned the distance of an island and cost a full 1 sole.

The sunshine was just right in the afternoon and the room was quite warm.

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

He fell asleep quickly.

But after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming, but he still fell asleep in the end. He was still confused and felt as if he had arrived somewhere.

His thinking ability and logic will deteriorate in dreams. 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. He tried his best to turn his eyes up, but he couldn't see anything.

The shadow asked him: "Who gave you that gem?"

Frank's consciousness was now half asleep, and he naturally followed the other person's commanding words to think. He immediately felt that the "someone" in front of him that he could not see or hear clearly was an "acquaintance" of his whose name he could not remember. .

"Emerald...I...Ernst...can't bear to spend it..." So he said intermittently without any precautions, "Gift..."

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

Him? Frank was slightly confused, and then heard the black shadow ask: "Did you write this?"

A blurry white paper was handed to him, with nothing on it, but Frank immediately thought it was an experimental report he had sent, and nodded slowly.

"Written something."

The shadow said coldly: "That's bullshit. Do it again as soon as possible."

Frank was so shocked that he almost jumped up on the spot in shock. He woke up, but not completely. He struggled and asked, "Why...?"

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

"Gene?"

"Have you had any safety inspections done?"

"Security inspection?"

"I'm not asking about the apple chicken that hasn't been successful yet, but can the red wine fish reproduce normally? What impact will it have on the original species genes of the fish? Are your experimental results repeatable? Has it been put into trial? How has the market response been? Is there any? Natural enemies? How long is the survival period? Is the gene stable? Will it mutate? Will it cause species invasion once released?"

Frank was stunned. This list of questions made him confused. He hesitated guiltily: "Uh, none of them."

"Invasive species...what is it?"

Then he just heard a trace of helplessness and hatred in Heiying's emotionless tone: "You don't do anything, how dare you directly experiment and then breed? You really deserve to be thrown out by the church."

"I thought you had some basic safety knowledge."

Frank was immediately ashamed. He began to look for a shovel, preparing to return to the earth, but there was nothing in this empty world. In addition, he was still sleeping, could not move his legs, and his steps were very 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 is difficult for people to think about more than one thing in a dream. Frank immediately put the idea of ​​digging a hole to bury himself behind his mind and began to recall this experiment that he had done not long ago and had some successes.

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

"...fusion...then...cultivated from fry..."

After hearing these two sentences, Heiying understood: "As I thought. That's not red wine, but blood with the flavor of red wine."

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

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

After saying this, the black shadow stopped talking and stood there quietly. Frank was confused for a while and asked in a daze:

"Why... failed?"

"Because your school doesn't teach cell theory."

Black Shadow 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 beneath his feet disappeared, and he fell suddenly. The strong feeling of weightlessness immediately made him wave his hands and kick his legs in panic, trying to catch something.

boom! He kicked his experiment table, and the reaction force kicked him off the chair. Frank fell headlong into the soil, with half of his face buried. The fear in his dream had not disappeared. After he flopped in the soil a few times, he realized that he had returned to the real world, and touched his face in surprise:

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

He shook his head, patted the dirt from his hair and collar, and recalled the vague dream just now in confusion. The details of the dream were very vague, but a few words of questioning, "Are your experimental results repeatable?" remained very clearly in my mind. Frank wondered what kind of great being he had encountered by chance, but hesitantly felt that there should not be a great being who came to give him a small lesson after reading his experimental report.

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

Frank suddenly felt hot all over his body, and a chill rushed to his head. He pounced on it like a hungry tiger, and he could tell at a glance that the record with mud stains on the cover was undoubtedly the original document he had sent.

He recited a few words of Mother Goddess' blessing in his heart, picked up a corner with his fingers without even daring to breathe, and carefully read down -

——As before, there are no redundant correction marks.

He flipped through a few more pages, but there was still no trace.

Only, when he turned to the end, he found that there was an extra red medal stamped there, with the words that graduates from the old era were most afraid of seeing after submitting their thesis:

"Unqualified, rewrite rejected."

It’s not a dream! Frank was suddenly frightened and broke into a sweat again.

TBC

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The above is the author’s resentment in revising his graduation thesis.

Why haven't we arrived at the Tarot Club yet... Why do we have so much to write about the next chapter, and we still can't get there tomorrow after tomorrow, Tarot Club Requiem?