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The laughter of the seameye continued into the depths of the hallway, but soon stopped. I guess I'm tired, but it's a lot of energy to analyze the work of [genes], and it's better to push them all to the seammy than to memorize those obscure "alphabets".

She reclined on the bench, whose surface was a shiny mahogany, the fine grain of which weaved under her fingers, as if expressing her distress with its own twists and irregularities.

The lab finally fell silent, but it was punctuated by the characteristic grumbling of the seameye. And the voice is also very distinctive, and people who can't make it happen think that there is a resentful woman living in it, and mercilessly spill the water of dirty mood through the glass window.

He lay on this bench without manners, lazy and comfortable, not at all one, one, one or what?

Oh, scholars from the White Tower.

Luckily, she reminded me of the forgotten history, and please, I have to go to the database to find out the history of the Black Tower and the White Tower.

In a sense, no matter where, no matter when, the time for people to run for themselves is really small, compared to the trivial things they will face.

Gene isolation was successful.

A small number of detail parameters are missing.

However, it does not hinder the flawless "medieval oil painting" on the surface of the gene - the self-expression of the explicit and implicit.

This is the confession of the seammy bird, and it is also the unique mood of the people who do this business.

She stretched out her hand to savor the lines of reality on the microscope, and as soon as her pupils shrank and closed, the gene turned arrogantly in the reagent solution, and she missed an opportunity to trace the lines.

Thousands of copies.

Sweat rained down.

Whisper translation.

Spine aches.

Also, intolerable Alzheimer's!

"Ahh I can't stand it anymore. ”

When she said the last word, she was shorter.

At this moment, on both sides of the laboratory, one person is sleeping on the bench, and the other is sleeping on the experimental table, with a shiny tungsten filament and tired brows.

Under the cover of her hair, the genes in the reagent solution slowly turned around, and in her snort, she began her dream. The dream, secret, sacred, weird, and a little ruthless. The lines under the microscope began to distort, and the bubbles that settled out of the surface refracted the beautiful whispers, one positive and one negative, upside down, and the air was filled with an anxious look, an emotion that could not be captured by the naked eye, and it was in the arms of the [gene] in the reagent bottle.

The glass and blood were trembling.

Liquids and solids whisper.

The strange creatures in the huge reagent bottle are shaped like hearts, and the surface is covered with arteries and veins, which are scattered and scattered, soft and strong. An eye suddenly opened, peering through the unobscured circular viewing window above the reagent bottle, peering into the lab.

Two doors.

Airtight device.

Hydraulic movable thruster.

Its eyes spat out from the tip below its heart, connected to a fine streak of blood and an artery the size of a finger, floating in the tiny density of water, looking at the imperceptible cracks on the dense surface of the bottle. These cracks have been eroded by the years, but they are still strong, supporting the tension of the surface glass until the eye sees them.

More eyeballs emerged, like octopuses, attached to the inner wall of the huge reagent bottle, listening to the call of the small gene in the reagent solution on the experimental table.

That's the drums of war!

That's the trumpet!

Wake up your long-dormant ambitions, unleash them in the space around you without reservation, pull nothingness into your arrogant life, and strive to grow!

Sticking to [This is the heart of Shi Ling!] The label began to crack, and the sound of fine glass slammed on the inner and outer sides of the huge reagent bottle.

The alarm sounded, and the seam-eyed bird opened his eyes dissatisfied, but he looked at the countless eyes in the reagent bottle, and the emotions in his heart roared out incomprehensibly, and his hands slapped the surface of the laboratory table, and his raised waist fell down instantly, and as a result, his entire ass was smashed to the ground, and the pain could only be experienced, not spoken.

Pain!

Pain?

Pain.

My mind was filled with these three words.

Unless the scene in front of him is fully visible, he will not stubbornly get up, hold the reagent bottle containing [gene] in his arms, panic, cry silently, and roll out of the laboratory in tears. This is the first time! For the first time! Swear words can't be considered appropriate adjectives!

"White Tower! Sound the alarm! The database experimental area is closed, and it will be right away! ”

The seammy bird almost cried and pleaded, and sat on the ground with its arms folded and its legs twisted, its collar soaking with saliva, betraying the cry and hesitation of its fragile heart.

Animal shyness?

The girl's face was horrified. Looking at the face full of tears, I thought that a certain man had done something very hurtful to her.

However, with the character of the seam-eyed bird, even if he is "like that", he will rise up and resist, right? Naked feminist~

It's better to be as sharp and bold as the strange thing that has been disintegrated in the huge reagent bottle.

Yumedian stepped away from the magnifying glass, holding the huge barrel of the quill pen and drawing symbols on the paper. In the eyes of the two girls, she is a typical representative of the sweat dripping into the soil on the afternoon of hoeing day, plowing her wheat field and letting the world see the secrets in the inscription.

"The inscription is a mess."

The villain's lips are slightly open.

"Some of the symbols are connected to the whisper, like some kind of spelling."

The villain frowned.

"It's not like the writer did it on purpose."

The villain turned his head, his eyes listless.

Lu'er looked at the words on the page, and felt that the words of the dream were unpredictable. It's like ammonite living in an era when it shouldn't exist, and it's a bit ridiculous. [Extinct paleontology, surviving in the period before the late White Age]

"The inscription says first that existence is a state. Infinite updates, infinite extensions. ”

Lolita muttered angrily that Mengdian actually used a weapon that he didn't understand to deal with the Black Cross, and was humiliated by [Shi Ling] at the end. Having said that, no one should be able to copy or create the appearance of the [Time Spirit], and it is the first time that such a strange thing has been seen, as if it were its own.

"You're annoying," said Mengdian, as if he knew what was going on in his mind. "You don't need to meddle in our affairs!"

There was shame in his voice.

Scared! You know what I'm thinking.

"The next sentence says that there is, non-existent, infinite, finite."

Luel smiled helplessly, and Lolita pouted.

"Song, the way of praise. Mocking, laughing birds. ”

The nib paused, pausing at the last letter.

[Existence is self-creation.] 】

What! I don't understand it at all! The thing on the inscription is the wordless book of heaven!

Mengdian waved the pen over his head and slung it over his shoulder.

The bangs were opened, the villain let out a long breath, tied the ends of his hair at the back of his head, and some slightly curly ends of the hair were not related to his mood.

The two of them were pondering.

Set the pen upright, a sundial. The midday sun is slanting, impartial.

The two of them still thought hard.

[Existence is self-creation.] 】

[Creation, and existence.] 】

With a strong smell of solipsism, what kind of person is the writer, my creator?

The blood-colored heart was beating incessantly, and it was completely awake.

The lab area is on alert, and the seammy bird is peering down the hallway, hoping that the giant tower bridge will reach the connection point quickly enough to get out of the large reagent bottle.

The dream disk on his waist rotated wildly, and he couldn't measure any valid data at all. In this case, you can only rely on your instincts. For the first time, the seammy bird asked others to keep their mouths shut because of her embarrassment, which made her feel more emotional. The so-called life is so chaotic and unbearable.

The black robe trembled, and the marks of the blood-colored gears fluttered in the wind, lined with a bouquet of flowers, and the white year moved. [An alienated flower that grows in the dream world]

The little face behind the year leaned out of it, watching the huge tower crane fall from the side, knocking heavily on the opposite tower bridge, the gears snapped together, and the high-pressure steam rippled out, engulfing the chains, connecting into a complete road surface, and the white paint used on the road surface was eye-catching and dazzling.

Employee-only.

The Tower Bridge was flanked by blackened artillery that stretched all the way around the hexagonal building. On one side of the bridge, the slender airship looked at the girl's black robe with its searchlight on before turning to the top of the hexagonal building. Obscure whispers are written in graffiti on the rear wings of the airship, reminiscent of huge wall advertisements.

"The direction of the lab?"

She jumped and ran past the white symbols on the road, and the year was sprinkled all the way.

"The work of duty, the work of experiments, the work of guards."

The black robe was pulled down by a small hand, and his light blue hair was soft and fragrant.

"Vanguard!"

The black robe was held up by small hands, and the slender legs were full of keys.

"Keyhole neurons!"

In an instant, the annual movement spread in the air, staining the entire road surface.

"Who awakened the Heart of Time? Let me take a look! ”

The key swayed endlessly, accompanied by the lightness of the footsteps, playing a crisp symphony.