By the time the design draft of the mutagen came out, the daylight had already brightened again, and Meng Yang worked continuously for a day and night, but fortunately, the mutagen finally came out, and he still didn't feel sleepy after sleeping all night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There's no way, whoever has a pig's head, then the work efficiency and sense of responsibility must be breaking through the sky.

Looking at the watch, it was only past 6 o'clock in the morning, and Meng Yang took advantage of the fact that Tao Zhichang was still asleep, so he quickly and quietly solved the personal hygiene problem and prepared to go out.

Meng Yang has to go out, the design draft has been solved, and now the energy problem has to be solved, but fortunately, he has already stepped on the plate, and there are several locations to choose from, so Meng Yang's goal is very clear.

It's just that you can't go out with this 'respectful head', otherwise you will become the object of onlookers every minute, and some people may treat him as an actor in the crew, but the problem is that his pig head is too real, and the real pig head and the pig head made up can be the same, as long as you have a heart, you can see the difference at a glance.

If Meng Yang just dangles around with this pig's head, I believe that the probability of being treated as a monster and grasping the research institute is quite large, even if he is not caught, as long as he enters the bureau and takes a turn, it will definitely lead to countless loopholes that cannot be justified.

So Meng Yang has to dress up, he pondered for a while, a big mask is a must, big sunglasses, and then a pullover hat, this line is really a little weird under the clear sky in early summer, this is purely sweating, but he has no choice, do you want to release the two attractive ears out of the exhibition?

When he was about to go out, Meng Yang felt unsafe, so he easily buckled Tao Zhichang's motorcycle helmet on his head, and added another layer of insurance, this time he was much more at ease, and it was more secure to hide in the helmet.

Just walked out of the door of the community, the fragrance of the roadside breakfast stall got into the nostrils, Meng Yang's stomach cooed uncontrollably, and after working for a day and a night, he didn't dare to go out, he could only simply stuff some snacks, and the energy in his body was seriously lacking.

"Boss, let's have two steamed buns!" After thinking about it, Meng Yang still decided to get something to eat, this has to go to the suburbs, and once he goes out, it is likely to be another whole day, and he can't do it without food in his stomach.

The bus in the morning was empty, Meng Yang found a seat in the back row, he didn't dare to take off his helmet, so he had to pull the mask to his chin, pass the buns under the helmet, and stuff them into his mouth one by one.

Whenever this time, the protruding pig arch mouth is on the helmet and swaying, the nose of the pig is a long-term exercise, in the mud and soil repeatedly rushed to kill, has long been exercised rough.

His pig nose is freshly baked, more delicate than the nose of a newborn piglet, only to feel that every touch of this helmet hurts, slowly, the whole nose became swollen and red, stimulating his tear duct secretion, tears flowed down his face.

Early in the morning, a person sat at the back of the bus, wearing a motorcycle helmet, eating steamed buns one by one, which seemed to be how weird and weird it was, so that the conductor glanced at him from time to time, thinking that he had encountered a snake spirit disease.

Fortunately, the road went smoothly, this time Meng Yang chose a railway, because there are several crossings near this railway, so the closure and isolation are not tight, Meng Yang easily found a gap to stand on the roadbed of the railway.

At this time, the sun had risen overhead, Meng Yang looked around, fortunately there was no patrol on the railway, and there were no residential areas around, so it seemed to be relatively safe.

It was a truck whizzing away, and Meng Yang dodged a few steps slightly.

"9527, you see if there is energy in this train, and if there is, just grab a little bit in each carriage."

"Yes." 9527's voice seemed to be tinged with disdain and impatience.

As he spoke, the train rushed past Meng Yang's side.

"Nope!" 9527 gave a brief explanation, and then ignored him anymore.

There were no trains in a row, Meng Yang couldn't help but be a little discouraged, his helmet absorbed the heat of the sun on his head, as if it was an automatic oven, and there was clearly a tendency to turn him into a roast pig's head.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, Meng Yang took off his helmet, it was really torture to wear a helmet in the summer. The pig's head was under layers of protection, and there were hats, masks, and so on under the helmet, but after a while, Meng Yang couldn't hold on anymore, and he had to leak out the pig's head red fruit.

Fortunately, there is no shop in front of the village here, and even if there are vehicles, they are all speeding by the highway from a distance, and there are no pedestrians.

Meng Yang slumped his shoulders, crossed his waist, carried a motorcycle helmet in his hand, and kept shaking his two tricky ears, fanning himself while waiting for the train, so refreshing and comfortable.

At this time, a bullet train is speeding by, usually when taking the train, I don't feel anything, but now I feel the shock when standing on the side of the railway, the train weighing thousands of tons is whistling past from a few meters away at a speed of more than 200 kilometers, the momentum is magnificent, and people can't help but tremble and sour their bodies.

In just a dozen seconds, almost in the blink of an eye, the train rushed in front of him, and the rolling air currents washed his clothes and hunted sound, and Meng Yang watched the train go away.

He didn't know that at this time, there was a person on the train holding a mobile phone who was surprised, and he just wanted to take a picture of the scenery outside the window, and in a trance it seemed that there was someone standing next to the railway line, so he took a picture of it.

Now looking back at the video, as the train rushed, the figure of the person far away in the sky gradually enlarged and clear, it was clearly a guy dressed as Zhu Bajie, standing on the edge of the railway and selling stupidity.

This person thought about it, then posted the video on the Internet, and gave it an eye-catching title: The first time Xia Fan encountered this thing, the second senior brother was stunned!

The video cup was hung on the Internet, and no one cared about it at first, only three or five idlers occasionally bumped in, and they just saw the video, and what they saw was just a figure standing by the railway in a daze, only a dozen seconds long before and after, and it didn't feel very interesting, so it was left aside.

There are a few boring people, take a serious look at the video, and find that it is a person dressed as Zhu Bajie, at most, think about it, this person is sick, pretending to be a Zhu Bajie is going to act or what, what kind of fuss is there on the side of the railway.

Meng Yang didn't know these things, and he didn't know that his image had appeared on the Internet, although it hadn't spread yet. At this time, he finally waited for the target, it was a long train of fuel tankers, Meng Yang easily wiped the oil from the body of this tank truck, and went home with the harvest.

When Meng Yang returned home, it was already afternoon, Tao Zhichang didn't know where to run, Meng Yang hurriedly got into his house and began to make mutagens, and when he clicked on the atomic printer, the voice of 9527 came to his mind.

"Non-homework tasks, not accepted!"