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"At first, he tried to cross the adults with the fruit trees, but they all died as expected, and they became nutrients for the fruit trees."

"He learned from the pain, changed the experimental method, and crossed the young broiler chickens with cuttings and apple seedlings, and again gloriously failed."

Finally, he put the eggs...... Well, in short, at least the apples are growing better and better. ”

After reading the summary on the last page and the "I will continue to try" self-encouragement declaration, Edward sighed heavily, put these pages of experimental records aside, covered his eyes with his hands, and felt that his common sense was being beaten hard: "What is this doing?" ”

"What are the results of such experiments that do not take into account biological characteristics? Does he really want to bless humanity? ”

"Cultivator, of the Mother Earth God Church? Mother Earth Church didn't teach him the basics of biology and botany? ”

"I know extraordinary abilities have opened up new biological systems, but this one is really too ......"

No one answered, and after a while, a response came through Edward's head: "But he meets our standards." ”

Yawen Library

"That's what I thought."

The Abyss Angel rubbed his face and sighed: "Eager to learn and forge ahead, strong in execution, and have the possibility of changing the world...... Probably? Both benign and malignant are changes, and the possibility of destroying the world is certainly possible, just like that child. He does meet our standards and can be properly guided, if not in our direction. ”

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

The Declining King: "It's time to think about it." ”

Edward was a little more serious when he heard this, and asked: "'Hell' only has a rudimentary form, although we can eat her directly, but we have to pretend to be more or less, and we have to prop up the shelf of hell anyway, so that our godhood ceremony can be successfully completed." However, isn't the idea of 'rushing down the abyss and eating the remaining uniqueness and sequence of Fabuti and holding a ritual to go straight to the true god', if I can really succeed, the god with long eyes will be able to see the problem. ”

“……”

"Also, as long as I become a true god, I will succeed, maybe the seven gods will be more sure that I am raised by the Desire Mother Tree Gu because of this."

"Isn't there going to be a war? That's the best chance. ”

"Hmm." The Decay King said calmly, "It's time for the Demon Family to enter. Hell will have people who have severed their hands and feet to atone for their sins, and there will also be demons who have sinned the same heinously. Of course, evil is what the devil should do, so they will only be jailers when they die, and this is the forgiveness I give them. ”

"It's really good, after the dedication, you can torture other humans like demons, I think they will be happy." Edward nodded thoughtfully, "Then let's arrange it after the man-made disaster, as long as the verdict of the Death Omen falls, it will be much easier for us to do whatever we do." ”

"Once we have taken full control of this part of the consciousness of the true Creator, we will be able to travel to the Godforsaken Land and look for essentia clues."

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Mrs. Starling, who was in the living room to let the servants carefully pack her precious dresses, looked up in confusion and asked the maid Julian, "A strange old gentleman has knocked on our door?" ”

The maid nodded, "Yes, ma'am." ”

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

"Who is he looking for?"

"He said to find the owner of the house."

"Could it be Luke's visitor? He hadn't told me, and in that case he should have known it was working time......" The beautiful Mrs. Starling muttered to herself, bewildered, and then instructed the maid, "I'll open the door and keep the men on guard." ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Starling lifted the hem of her skirt, asked the maids to bring the make-up mirrors, made up her make-up roughly, and then put on her ironed thick cloak, and walked down the stairs without hurrying to the entrance with the help of the maids. She wanted to look out first from the cat's eye, but then she felt that it was not dignified to do so in front of the servant, so she took a soft breath, and with a dignified smile, she showed a decent and elegant smile, and motioned for the maid to open the door.

Julian twisted the doorknob to keep Mrs. Starling out of her way.

The visitor outside the door is a meticulously dressed middle-aged and elderly gentleman, the shirt is snow-white and straight, the thick gray-blue vest perfectly cinches the belly, and the long tuxedo dress has clear lines without a trace of flaws.

The gentleman wore shiny leather shoes, and there was no sign of rain or mud at all.

He wears a pair of white thread knitted gloves, his temples are mixed with a few silver strands, his face has deep nasolabial folds, and his light brown eyes are so serious that there is no hint of a smile.

I don't know ...... But the old gentleman had an inexplicably majestic and reassuring temperament, and Mrs. Starling unconsciously relaxed her vigilance a little, and asked politely:

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

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

"I came to visit the owner of the house at 15 Minsk Street."

"I'm the owner of that house, what are you looking for me?" Starlene was even more puzzled.

Starling looked at the serious old gentleman in front of him, judging from the temperament of the other party and the fabrics of the clothes he could wear, he was at least a nobleman, but he said that he was just a butler. Although she is a little vain and proud, Starling still has a relatively clear self-awareness, and people who can afford such a butler should not know her.

But by this time, she had already noticed that there was a horse-drawn carriage parked far away on the opposite side of the concrete road, with a deep black shell and a curtain on the inside of the window.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a coat of arms in a conspicuous position in the carriage.

The main body of the coat of arms is a sword with a red crown on the hilt.

This is the "sword of judgment...... The "Sword of Judgment" of the royal family of Augustus, which represents the kingdom! God, I heard Luke mention it! Starlene's heart sank, and she didn't dare to think about it.

The old butler noticed Starling's gaze and said generously, "Madam, please don't tell me about it. ”

"I, I will." Starling hastened to answer.

"So you are the owner of 15 Minsk Street, and the tenant there has already left?"

Looking for Mr. Moriarty? Starling was shocked, as a landlord, she shouldn't reveal the tenant's information, but this is facing the royal family, so she hesitated for a second and then replied: "Yes, he came early today to resign." ”

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

"Ah, this ......" Starling hesitated again, and then she felt that the figure of the old butler became more and more majestic, and people did not dare to look at it directly, as if it were a teacher or a judge, and the thought of answering truthfully naturally rose in her heart, "He, he said that he would go back to Makai County and spend the New Year's ......"

Hearing this, the old butler's expression did not change, and he was noncommittal. Then, very politely, he gave Starling a standard salute (Starling hastened to return the salute with the hem of her skirt), and said, "Thank you for your answer, ma'am." ”

"I know you're worried, but rest assured, I'm just inviting Detective Sherlock Moriarty on behalf of my master, not to his detriment."

"Please don't talk about today."

Starling's heart shook, and she nodded at once, and watched as the old butler sat into the carriage, and the coachman, who had a straight waist, waved his whip, and the carriage, a symbol of royal majesty, gradually disappeared into the streets.

She couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that she was talking to a housekeeper of the royal family, and her steps back to the room were a little erratic. Mr. Sherlock Moriarty is such a big man? A member of the royal family came to the door in person? He's not a simple detective? Yes, he has such excellent skills, his identity is definitely not simple...... Starling was a little excited, and then a little disappointed, because she couldn't tell anyone about it, not even Luke.

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In the end, Crane was able to secure the house at a rent of £1 and a week of four soles, saving him a tentative two-month rent, and the refund of the rent he had just received from Mrs. Starling was spent before it could be spent. Crane used his existing utility bills as proof of identity, and did not forget to change his name with a small trick. Sherlock Moriarty is now dead or missing, Crane doesn't even dare to go back to 15 Minsk Street to take a look, and the mailbox remains as it is, full.

By the way, the monthly subscription fee for the newspaper and milk adds up to 4 soles! There are 10 days left in this month! Completely wasted!

The bits and pieces of money made Crane's heart ache for a few minutes, and after signing the contract, he took the key and opened the door to his new residence.

Frankly, the rent has its own value, and the balcony overlooks the liveliest financial street in Hillston, and the house is much smaller than Mrs. Summer's rent, but the quality of the furniture is better. And it was originally an apartment for businessmen or the middle class with an annual salary of more than 300 pounds, and the price was not too high.

Crane comforted himself for a moment, trying not to think about leaving his 10 pounds. He took out his clothes and brand new daily necessities from his suitcase, put them away one by one, then took out the envelope and stationery he had just bought, and began to write.

It cost nearly two thousand seven hundred pounds to buy the materials at once, and Crane only had about one thousand five hundred pounds left in his deposit, which was already a relatively dangerous figure for a wild extraordinary person seeking promotion.

Sequence 6 is the middle sequence, and the materials required for the middle sequence are often doubled in price, and they are more valuable and marketable. Therefore, he desperately needed to get some money quickly, so he thought of the conversation he had with Miss Sharon before he died: Marić's friend had found the tomb of a Quaternary nobleman, which was dangerous, and there should be a lot of extraordinary materials and items, and maybe there would be a "human skin ghost" that he needed.

Now that it is inconvenient to go out, Crane wrote a letter to inform the deacon he was familiar with in the Steam Church, Yin Conser Bernard. And in the letter, he vaguely said that he had recently moved and wanted to hide for a while, so it was best not to bother except for trading.

After writing the letter, all urgent matters were finally completed.

Crane glanced at the wall clock, and it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

So he closed his eyes and began to meditate and rest, and after an hour, Crane opened his eyes, first divined "there is no danger", and after confirming that it was safe, he took four steps backwards and went to the gray mist.

If you die early, you have to die late. Crane had figured out that as long as he had to deal with Ince Zangwill, the power of the Grey Mist would be essential. 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 anything, but at least I have to reveal the other party's information to the church.

So, on the way to rent the house, he had already posted an anonymous report letter to the mailbox of the Night Church.

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On the Future, Frank wiped his hands and lay down on the table in his humble lab to take a nap.

The experiment of hybridization between broilers and apples cannot be said to be successful, only a complete failure. It was exactly the same as the wheat hybrid cow, the only difference was that after the hybrid cow and wheat he was thrown out of the Mother Earth God Church, and after the hybrid apple and broiler were discovered, the failed products of his experiment were burned clean under the watchful eye of the captain, and several chickens that had not yet been tested were roasted by his colleagues who gloated.

In the firelight, the captain's expression was grim with a hint of horror, and for the umpteenth time he demanded that Frank must report it to her before doing the experiment.

Alas! Fortunately, I made a new friend, and the last time I went ashore, I had compiled a copy of the experiment records and thoughts, and mailed them to the Ernst Foundation orphanage in Byam.

I think I've received it by now, right? The postage is too expensive, but the distance of crossing an island is actually a full 1 sule.

In the afternoon, the sun was just right, and the house was quite warm.

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

He soon fell asleep.

But after some time, he suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming, but in the end he was still asleep, and he was still in a daze, and he only felt as if he had come somewhere.

In the dream, his thinking ability and logic deteriorated, and Frank stood in place, looking at the ground until a black shadow appeared on the ground in front of him.

He tried to look up, but he couldn't lift his head, and his eyes tried to turn 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 party's commanding words to think, and immediately felt that the "certain being" in front of him, which he couldn't see or hear, was an "acquaintance" of his who "couldn't remember the name".

"Emerald...... I...... Ernst...... I don't want to spend ......," so he didn't take precautions, and said intermittently, "The gift ......"

The dark shadow was not surprised: "She really wants to find a classmate for herself." ”

She? Frank was slightly puzzled, and then listened to the dark shadow ask, "You wrote this?" ”

A blank sheet of paper was handed to him, and there was nothing on it, but Frank immediately thought it was a test report he had sent and nodded slowly.

"Something written."

The black shadow said coldly, "Bullshit. Redo it as soon as it's too late. ”

Frank thundered five times and was almost so shocked that he jumped up on the spot. He woke up, but not completely, and struggled to ask, "Why...... Is it? ”

The Black Shadow sighed, "Is your experimental product genetically stable?" ”

"Genes?"

"Have you done a safety check?"

"Security detection?"

"I don't ask the apple chicken that hasn't made it yet, can your red wine fish reproduce normally? What are the effects on the genes of the original species of fish? Are the results of your experiments reproducible? Experimental? What has been the market response? Are there any natural predators? What is the survival cycle? Are they genetically stable? Will there be variation? Will there be invasive species once released? ”

Frank froze, and the big list of questions bewildered him, and he hesitated: "Well, no." ”

"Invasive species...... What is it? ”

Then he heard a trace of helplessness and hatred from the black shadow's emotionless tone: "If you don't do anything, you dare to experiment directly and breed?" You deserve to be thrown out of the church. ”

"I thought you had some basic safety knowledge."

Frank was so ashamed that he began to look for a shovel to return himself to the earth, but there was nothing in this empty world. In addition, he was still sleeping, unable to open his legs, and his steps were extremely small. After seeing him move a few centimeters in place, the black shadow asked again:

"How did you get the wine to carry oxygen?"

It is difficult to think about more than one thing in a dream, and Frank puts the idea of burying himself behind him in a blink of an eye, and begins to recall the experiments he has done not long ago and has had some success.

"I try...... Replace the blood of the fish directly...... No way...... Cause...... I don't know ......."

“…… Fusion...... And then...... From the cultivation of fry ......"

The black shadow listened to these two words and understood: "As I thought." That's not red wine, it's red wine-flavored blood. ”

"Because of the similarity in color and taste, as well as the similarity of some ingredients, it was mistaken for sake. If you do an analysis, you'll know. ”

"Your fish shouldn't live long. The blood's ability to carry oxygen is greatly weakened, and it is either cloned directly as an adult, or it dies at the fry stage, making it difficult for the fish to grow normally. ”

With that, the shadow stopped talking and stood there silently. Frank was stunned for a moment, and then asked in a daze:

"Why...... Fail? ”

"Because your schools don't teach the cell theory."

The dark shadow replied unceremoniously, "Let's go." Whether or not you are qualified to acquire knowledge from me depends on your performance and ability. ”

Before Frank could comprehend the meaning of the words, he suddenly felt the ground disappear under his feet, and he fell with a bang. The strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly made him wave his hands and kick his legs in horror, trying to grab something.

Bang! He kicked him on his bench, kicking himself off his chair with the force of the reaction. Frank plunged into the dirt, half of his face was buried, the fear in his dream had not disappeared, he fluttered in the soil a few times before he realized that he had returned to the real world, and touched his face in surprise:

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

He shook his head, patted the dirt from the collar of his hair, and recalled in disbelief the dream of the lake just now. The details of the dream are very ambiguous, except for a few reproaches, "Are the results of your experiments reproducible?" "It stayed in my mind very clearly. Frank wondered what great being he had encountered, but hesitated to feel that there should not be a great being, and after reading his experimental report, he came to teach himself a small lesson.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and turned his head to look at the test bench, only to see the experiment records he had sent to his new friend last week sitting there.

Frank felt a fever all over his body, and a chill rushed over his head, and he pounced on it like a hungry tiger, and at a glance he could see that the mud-stained record on the cover was undoubtedly the original he had sent.

He recited a few words of Mother Goddess blessing in his heart, and he didn't dare to breathe, so he pinched a corner with his fingers and looked down carefully-

- As before, there are no traces of superfluous corrections.

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

However, when he turned to the end, he found that there was an extra red medallion stamped there, on which were the words that graduates of the old era were most afraid to see after submitting their papers:

"Unqualified, rejected and rewritten."

It's not a dream! Frank was suddenly scared into a sweat again.

TBC

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The above is the author's resentment about changing his graduation thesis.

Why haven't you arrived at the Tarot meeting yet...... Obviously there are so many things to write in the next chapter, and tomorrow and tomorrow will never arrive, Tarot will requiem?