"Booy!"

A scream resounded in Dr. Mu's research institute.

Sika was dressed in a simple white but slightly larger research gown, and stood next to Dr. Oki with black lines on her face. Watching the chickens and dogs jump in the lab, I really don't know what to say.

Crimson is grabbing the Eevee that he accidentally released and turned back into its original form.

"Smack!"

"Ahh!!h

"Booy!!"

"Don't run!"

"Pickup pickup!"

The ground was full of broken glass shards, and there were various experimental notes, drafts and drafts scattered on the ground, and occasionally they were trampled on a few feet together with the specimens mixed in by the red of Eevee, who had made the "eaves walk on the wall". The crimson Pikachu was now grabbing the top of Dr. Ohki's head, pointing and dancing with his paws to command, inexplicably happy.

Ahem, though.

The corners of Dr. Oki's eyes trembled.

Crimson is the young man who was invited by Dr. Oki to the institute not long ago to solve the matter about Eevee. Well, although in Sika's eyes he looks very unreliable.

Suddenly, Ibu's feet slipped everywhere, and he slipped and didn't jump out when he ran on the wall, and was hugged in his arms by Crimson, who was obviously out of breath but still agile.

This frightened one of its glass hearts, and it howled like a pig:

"Bouilly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It kicked hard, but was held in his arms by the smiling red and rubbed his face hard, not tightly, obviously his head had been shaken by the terrifying high-pitched scream, but the expression on his face was still smiling to a distorted state, so that Sika couldn't stand it.

"Booy!"

Dr. Oki finally couldn't take it anymore and walked straight to the outside of the laboratory. Before leaving, he shouted angrily:

"Don't forget to clean up for me when you go!"

Sika silently glanced at the child-like red, shook his head, and went out with Dr. Ohki. The ears are too sensitive, and it's really a disaster.

And he didn't want to stay and clean up the damn lab.

Although it is said that it is disrupted once or twice, if it is cleaned, it will be over slowly, but it can't stand the fact that it has to make a fuss every day. If it weren't for the damn Crimson who used his Lucario to train him as a temptation every time, he wouldn't have helped him do all this ass wiping work again and again...

It's also very busy.

It's been about half a week since Dr. Ohki returned to the institute. In the end, Sika was too bored, and was ruthlessly recruited by Dr. Oki as a free assistant, and temporarily took over the job until the doctor's assistant returned, and the reward was only a variety of Pokémon food and energy cubes.

Ahem, in a sense, the energy cubes and pokemon food personally blended by Dr. Ohki, one of the leading beings in the Pokémon research industry, are also valuable, right? Although there is less fire than the top breeders, it is also extremely rare...

T-012, the Mohaima Ecological Simulation Area, is a large pond to put it bluntly. However, compared to other areas where there are various types of Pokémon, there are naturally only a group of Mokoma living here. However, for some reason, Dr. Ohki discovered that anyone who lived in this artificial area would always have a rapid increase in blood sugar or fluctuate violently in a very short period of time, because this kind of thing never happened, so Dr. Ohki put this phenomenon on his research topic.

This has not been the case in at least any other artificial area.

Next to the river beach.

Sika was placing a life-tall white plastic box that stretched from the back of his head to his heels. After slowly opening, the precision laboratory equipment for various purposes that Dr. Oki would use was arranged one by one in a small plastic-filled cubicle, which was very complete.

From water testers, which test various levels of water substances, to solar generators used to charge electrical appliances, nothing has been left behind.

"Get me the syringe."

Dr. Oki turned his head while ** a seahorse in the pond that floated up to the water and begged him to touch his head, and turned his head to the grass next to the river beach that he was carefully taking out the utensils and instruments from room to room, and placed them on the grass next to the river beach.

With a slight wave of his hand, the syringe had fallen into his hand, and he naturally drew a tube of water in the pond and threw it back to Sika.

Proficiency anomalous. In fact, it is not the first time that the two of them have come to find the cause of the abnormal blood sugar content of the Mo hippocampus in the past few days.

This pond is very clear, the water quality is pure to the point that it can be directly quoted, all the trace elements are up to standard, and there is no lack of any due unique substances, and the selected ink seahorses are all normal ink seahorses, but no matter what, as long as they are put into such a "perfect" living environment, the blood sugar content of all ink seahorses will generally rise in a straight line...

The reason why the Mohaikons are supposed to be in their best condition in such an artificial environment is very confusing to Dr. Ohki, and it is one of the main goals of Dr. Ohki's work recently, in addition to the Ibu project.

Although it was Sika who actually carried out the experiment, it was Dr. Ohki who did the mental work...

The water quality detector is like an electronic control board, a container with a tube, countless layers of glass balls plugged into it, and then an electronic display screen extends out on the side. Sika inserted the syringe into a gap just above the container, injected the water from the syringe into the instrument little by little, and then carefully picked up the instrument and placed it on a sunny piece of sand on the river beach.

When the water evaporates and then washes one side of the container with distilled water, the amount of substances in the water can be measured.

Taking advantage of this time, Dr. Oki also came to the white box that Sika was carrying, took out a small shovel from the bottom, and threw a Poké Ball from inside his coat.

The white light flickered, and a sturdy mosquito frog appeared in front of Dr. Ohki's eyes, and he looked around very energetically.

"Mosquito frog, excuse me, help me bring back some different soil from the riverbank, the edge of the river, and the center of the river."

He handed the shovel to the mosquito coil frog, and then carefully stacked the boxes that had not yet been taken out, and took out the different types of glass beakers, selected one of the slightly large, medium, and slightly smaller beakers, and put them on the beach on the riverbank to dry.

Because the mosquito coil frog was also his old buddy, seeing his posture, he knew that his master was going to make some mess again, took the shovel, and asked how much dirt the doctor wanted, jumped into the water with a pop, spit out the air in his stomach in two or three strokes, dived underwater, and went to work.

Sika and Dr. Oki continued to keep busy.

Collect specimens of surrounding plants, test the degree of sunlight exposure, and analyze the food of the Pokémon that you feed to do in the research institute, and then talk about it when you go back...