After autumn, the summer city is the land of crows.

This ugly and intelligent creature is the true master of the city. They gathered in the street trees, and in their hoarse and monotonous voices, they mocked the passers-by who came and went:

Wow, wow, bad luck go!

Occasionally, they show off their flying skills under a sky covered with spoked clouds.

Most of the pedestrians' faces are as ugly as their dead parents. With hateful eyes, they stared at the dark shadows hovering in the sky, and the strange layout of clouds higher up.

In late September, the sky of Natsu City was covered with this kind of cloud, and in less than a week, there were 6 earthquakes of magnitude 3, 3 earthquakes of magnitude 4, and 2 earthquakes of magnitude 5.

The magnitude and intensity of the earthquake are far from reaching the limits of the city's bearing, and the fragile hearts have already been shaken first.

More than half of the sound waves and radio waves shuttling in the air of Summer City were desperately calling:

Earthquake clouds, earthquake clouds!

This kind of "concept of civil science" has appeared in the mouths of various experts and scholars in the mouths of various experts and scholars in the era of civilization that is about to enter the 22nd century, and has been published in the media.

Ronan was somewhat affected.

When he walked off the low-altitude bus with a black notebook that never left him, the bracelet on his wrist vibrate, and after the signal was connected, his aunt Ms. Luo Shuqing split her head and covered her face with a sentence:

"Go home in the evening, your uncle has cooked!"

Because of the frequent earthquakes in recent days, his aunt, who had allowed him to live independently, immediately tore up the agreement and repeatedly asked him to go back to live with him so that he could take care of it.

Ronan would never have said yes. Didn't he work hard to get admitted to Zhixing College just for the days of independence and freedom? What's more, this is the most critical juncture right now, and if you delay it for a day, God knows what the consequences will be!

The problem is that Ronan has never been good at words, and the reasons he gave are not convincing in the slightest, and things are getting more and more stiff, seeing that his aunt is about to reach out from the phone and carry him back.

When I was having a headache, a message was sent, Ronan only glanced at it, then sighed for good luck, and hurriedly added another weight: "Today I want to review, and tomorrow the club interview ......"

"Interview? Which club? ”

"Uh, the Occult Research Society."

"Occult?"

Ms. Luo Shuqing was a little suspicious, and soon she greeted over there:

"Moya, Moya!"

After a while, a slightly hoarse voice joined the call, and the unique lazy tone was none other than Ronan's cousin, Mo Ya, who had just graduated from Zhixing Academy last year.

"Occult Research Society, I know, it is said that it is very rich, and the people in it are also very willful."

Luo Shuqing couldn't get used to her daughter's posture the most, and immediately reprimanded: "Speak well!" ”

Mo Ya laughed "ha": "No matter how well you say, your 'own son' is not good, a month after the start of school, he is still interviewing, obviously unsociable!" Zhixing College is engaged in the convergence of East and West, Western-style thinking is very serious, there is no club life, cut credits first, as for further education and finding a tutor, there will never be any good words on the school recommendation letter......"

The statement that added fuel to the fire instantly detonated another mother-daughter war, and the focus of the contradiction shifted, and Ronan, who was hundreds of kilometers away, was able to retreat.

At this time, Ronan stood in his living room for almost half an hour, and it was already dark, and the living room lights that automatically lit up threw his figure into the window of the high-rise apartment opposite.

Ronan gave the command, and the curtains closed automatically.

But at this moment, a dark shadow passed through the curtain that was about to close, landed on the open balcony, and opened the floor-to-ceiling window with a thick beak, swaggering in, indescribably calm.

This uninvited creature was a typical bald-nosed crow, black except for the base of its gray beak, and looked stout and muscular, a circle larger than its kind, and its feathers alternated between dark and dark in the soft light.

After pacing a few steps around the room, the crow fluttered its wings and jumped onto the coffee table in the living room, then leaned forward, and a thumb-sized sealed glass test tube slipped out of its thick beak and landed on the coffee table, which contained a large half tube of white powder.

Spit out the foreign object in his throat and eyes, the crow felt a lot more comfortable, and showed off his voice:

"Scrape, scrape!"

"Ink, shut up!"

In an enclosed space, the crow's cry is a disaster. Ronan scolded, took the test tube to be cleaned, and took out the prepared cooked meat strip and gagged its mouth.

Named "ink", the crow is still very talkative, and the meal is very gentle, and it even uses its wings to signal Ronan to pour it a glass of water.

On the dining table next to it, dinner was also put on the table, which perfectly conformed to the monotonous craftsmanship of the home brain, the color and fragrance were lackluster, and the important thing was that the portion was full and stuffed with three or five people. Ronan showed a superhuman amount of food, and it was extremely fast, which happened to end in sync with the ink.

After the ink was full of food and drink, he simply drilled out of the floor-to-ceiling window and sliding door, flapped his wings and flew away.

Ronan packed up the cups and saucers and was about to go to the study, when the bracelet vibrated again, and this time it was his cousin Mo Ya who contacted him. and her mother are carved out of the same mold, and it is also a split sentence:

"How can I thank me this time?"

"Uh, thank you, sister."

"Cut, I can't change the trick!"

Mo Ya knew Ronan's clumsiness, and he didn't tease him anymore, and cut straight to the point: "That occult research club, was it recommended by others, or did you take the initiative?" ”

"My own ......"

"Know where it's going?"

Ronan thought for a moment and replied simply: "Half-association and half-research institute nature, private funding, strong strength, relative to the academy, has extremely high autonomy. ”

Mo Ya sneered: "It's cool to watch, isn't it?" ”

Ronan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mo Ya reminded him: "It's a playground for the rich second generation, and the core personnel form their own circle, studying some strange things every day to pass the time." Students from normal families work there as handymen. So it looks good, but it's just for that 'circle', and it has nothing to do with academics and skills......"

Ronan interrupted Moya's indoctrination, "Experiments can be done there." ”

Mo Ya lengthened her voice and sighed "Oh", "It seems that your experiment is getting more and more tossed." But brother, you should go to the physics and chemistry interest clubs to do experiments. ”

Ronan responded calmly: "Those clubs need an internship period, and I have already obtained relevant qualifications in junior high school, so there is no need to repeat my previous work." ”

"The Occult Research Society is fine?"

"Yes, I read the profile and the school forum, which is the only club that can carry out independent and free experiments at the freshman level, and many of them are involved in the field of psychotropic drugs, which is exactly what I need."

Mo Ya laughed at him: "Can a handyman engage in free experiments? ”

"Journeymen may be fine, and if the boss is a layman, even better."

Mo Ya, who has always had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, was choked by Ronan's words, and it took a few seconds before he spoke:

"All right, Mr. Journeyman. I just want to remind you that if you change clubs in Zhixing Academy, you will definitely be labeled as a 'misfit', and you will be ...... in the next four years. Oh no, you're in the tenth grade, then it's eight years, and you'll have plenty of time to regret it. ”

"Oh."

Ronan's response made Mo Ya sneer: "Okay, now let's talk about compensation." ”

"Remuneration?"

"Desperate to block the gun for you, a thank you is over?"

"Uh, what do you want?"

"Your apartment, lend me a night and have a small party."

Ronan hesitated: "What number?" ”

"On the 15th of next month, there are 20 days to ......"

"19 days."

“…… Well, 19 days. I don't need you to prepare anything, as long as you hide and move the unsightly things, and I'll arrange the rest. ”

Ronan calculated the time: "It should be fine, but you have to give me a reminder 5 days in advance." ”

"It's not refreshing, that's it."

Hanging up the phone, Ronan had a headache about the "temporary relocation" 19 days later.

Rao is like this, he is still grateful to Mo Ya, if it weren't for his cousin's cover for many years, how could he continue to carry out dangerous experimental work under the nose of his aunt?

Shaking his head, Ronan decided that all the chores should be left to tomorrow to consider.

Now, at 19:22 on September 26, 2096, the inefficient day has finally passed, and Ronan has ushered in a quiet and precious night.

He walked into the study, and there was a black leather box on the desk, which was not small in size and looked quite abrupt.

Enter the fingerprint and password, lift the lid of the box, and in the low "sizzle" sound, the neatly placed utensils in the box are lifted layer by layer, and under the traction of their respective vehicles, they seem to stretch out the petals, and enter the predetermined position one by one.

In an instant, the desk becomes a simple but well-organized workbench.

Ronan took out a medical portable refrigerator from the bookcase, placed it on the table, and when it was opened, it contained various encapsulated pharmaceutical raw materials. The white powder sent by the ink is also put into it after a series of tests have been confirmed.

At this point, the materials and equipment needed for night work are ready...... At least everything you can have is here.

After doing all this, Ronan took a deep breath, opened the secret compartment on the side of the desk, and took out an old notebook.

The cover of the note is brown, and the shape is the same as that of Ronan's notebook, which is always loose-leaf. However, because of the long-term use and the influence of a large number of pen and ink records inside, the brown notes look looser, and the cover is a little bulging. There is also no paper-like soft screen inside.

Ronan put his notebook aside and carefully flipped through the brown notes.

In the center of the title page of the note is a hand-drawn figure. As is often the case in geometry lessons, a triangular pyramid, to be precise, a tetrahedron, and its inscribed and external balls form a flawless graphic structure.

Underneath this set of figures, someone scribbled four short sentences that seem to be incomprehensible:

My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;

My heart is a mirror, and my heart is a country.

Ronan didn't dare to say that he could understand the true meaning of this set of figures and sixteen words, but every time he turned to this page and watched the meditation, all the complicated thoughts would settle down, and his mind would naturally return to tranquility.

After pausing on the title page for a few seconds, Ronan flipped back, searching for the content and key words related to pharmaceutical preparations in the dense text, and pondered over those esoteric words and complex molecular formulas:

"Inefficient, substitutional, simplified...... Grandpa, just help! ”

In the whisper, time flies.

The lights outside the window turned on and off, and in front of the workbench, Ronan's attention was always back and forth between the notebook and the experimental utensils, adding all kinds of pharmaceutical ingredients according to the data on the notebook.

During this time, he only took a nap during the slow reaction phase of the raw material and slept for about two hours.

At 3:15 a.m., as the last drop of solution was added, the turbid liquid in the reactor began to boil violently, and the color slowly changed.

Ronan stared at the transparent vessel, which seemed to explode at any moment, to make sure the reaction was as expected. Two minutes later, he moved his somewhat stiff neck and began to clean up the debris on the bench, while whispering:

"Dimethyltryptamine stock 0, cassibcarcass stock 0, mehydroxyfenamide 2 mg, cetiristalat 5 mg ......"

With his voice, the self-use notebook spread out on the laboratory table, the soft screen of imitation paper flickered with a faint light, and the record table on the interface automatically changed the relevant data, and the stock of most of the drugs in it had been reduced to zero, or infinitely tended to zero.

It took about half an hour or so for Ronan to clean up the debris, mainly the packaging containers of these medicines, and it took about half an hour for the recyclable to be cleaned and disinfected, and the non-recyclable ones were sorted together, and the order and cleanliness on the small workbench had been restored.

The pale green agent in the reactor vessel also cooled slowly after continuous boiling. At this point, it is almost certain that his night's hard work has not been in vain.

However, there is also a corresponding brief note in the brown notebook: "Q-11R has multiple peripheral neuritis; Q-27R showed allergic symptoms and was near-deceased, while other subjects showed no abnormality...... It is basically an alternative effect, and the side effects are difficult to determine. ”

Ronan shook his head, estimating that there was still some time left, so he swiped the soft screen and connected to the Internet to enter the "Secret Star" forum.

Although it was early in the morning, the night owls on the forum were still engaged in lively debates.

The center of the debate was Xia Cheng.

Recently, the strange "earthquake period" in Xia City has set off wave after wave of climaxes in this forum full of occult tendencies. Many people are talking about the causes of earthquakes, geological structures, plate resonances, and gas leakage...... Any bizarre topic can be pulled up.

Some people even swear that a large company is conducting secret tests in Xiacheng recently, which is likely to be the source of this "earthquake period".

Ronan has no interest in these boring topics. If you want to talk about care, there are only two points:

1. Will the earthquake affect his experiments?

Second, will the growing panic make my aunt forcibly take him back!

Ronan habitually entered the permission password and was about to log in to the internal section of the forum, but the website prompt popped up: "Your permission is insufficient, please apply to the administrator for verification." ”

Stunned, Ronan smashed his forehead, yes, he has been kicked into the small black house, and the reason for being sealed is very simple: in extraordinary times, all purchase stickers are treated with fishing stickers.

This is a new regulation set up by the forum half a month ago after the police smashed a transnational illegal drug trading network. The wind was tight, but Ronan hit his head on the muzzle.

Being blocked is a small matter, and it is a trouble to cut off the drug channel.

Judging from his current stock of pharmaceutical raw materials, even if Ms. Luo Shuqing doesn't do it, he will not be able to do it anymore. Most of the 50 commonly used drugs needed were included in the list of psychotropic substances, and as a minor, it was impossible for him to purchase them from pharmacies.

Is it really necessary to follow the "black line"?

Although this channel of the "Secret Star" forum is illegal, the source of goods is quite reliable, and many of them are "extra transactions" by manufacturers to circumvent strict psychotropic drug controls, which is barely in the category of "commercial".

As for the "black line", the quality of the trial products brought by today's "ink" is reasonable. But the supply of goods on this line is for serious crimes, and its upstream and downstream are closely related to the gangs -- to put it bluntly, they are a gang of drug dealers!

So...... What is it to work as a handyman in a cryptologic research club compared to dealing with drug dealers? He didn't expect to be able to get all the ingredients from the community, as long as he could find a new channel of evolution, he would make money.

Finally, the liquid in the reactor stopped boiling and cooled rapidly.

Ronan immediately gathered all the distractions, opened the valve, and let the medicine flow into the needleless syringe that had been prepared for a long time, and then injected this huge amount of psychotropic drug mixture into the blood vessels of the upper arm.

From beginning to end, his expression did not change in the slightest.

Next, Ronan meticulously cleaned the laboratory equipment, then pressed the restore button to restore it to a black suitcase, then tore off the laboratory gloves, carefully put the brown notebook back into the hidden compartment, hid the refrigerator in the bookcase, and then went to the bathroom to wash.

At 4 o'clock, Ronan changed into a sports hoodie, carried a black notebook that never left him, walked out of the house, and started his daily morning run.