Chairman Demville shuddered and asked, "Is it dead?"

The experimenter who observed movement in the culture chamber reported, "Sir, doctor, Subject 1 has no vital signs. ”

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, no one wants to let such a ghost thing out, it's scary just to look at, and once it gets out of control, God knows what will happen.

God's authority is just to say it nicely, high-end and high-grade.

But in other words, it can be called a forbidden area for human beings, not to mention looking at it, even thinking about it is taboo.

"Look, Mr. Chairman, in the face of science, there is nothing that cannot be killed, if it doesn't work once, then twice!"

Dr. Moller spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders triumphantly.

Science exists to kill more efficiently, industry is killing the earth, agriculture is killing plants and animals, medicine is killing viruses and bacteria, and even humans themselves, and literature and philosophy are killing more brain cells......

“......”

Demville was speechless, where had gone to the previously wise and rational Dr. Moller, who now saw only a scientist in a state of madness.

Mr. Chairman did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for him to invest in this research institute, what great things he could research in the future, whether to create the future or end the future, he did not have any bottom in his heart.

"Wait, Doctor, no, no!"

The experimenter, who had just finished reporting, suddenly shouted, and he looked at the monitor in front of him in horror.

The various data interfaces related to the real-time monitoring of the life status of Subject 1 in the cultivation chamber began to change wildly, and to be precise, it should have skyrocketed geometrically from the zero state.

The motionless monster in the medium suddenly moved, and slammed into the glass tube of the cultivation chamber even more frantically than before.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, don't, don't push me!"

Dr. Moeller pulled his hair in frustration, and he had to make a difficult decision.

Rumble!~

Releasing a terrifyingly high cyan blue flame, it instantly filled the glass tube that had emptied the medium.

Through the glass tube of the cultivation chamber and the isolated bulletproof glass wall, you can still feel the blazing temperature transmitted by the flames.

I'm afraid such a flame can only be seen in the engine vent at the tail of the rocket, right?

Then a muffled thud was heard, and countless sticky objects covered the inside of the glass tube, which was immediately burned to ashes by the flames.

The flame sanitized as a last resort only lasted for thirty seconds, and the monster in the glass tube directly turned into ash, and even the carbide was not retained, and the DNA ceased to exist.

Even the extracted medium liquid was vaporized together with the filter material after micron-level filtration, and not a single abnormal substance could be leaked out, and it was all sealed inside the culture chamber.

This expensive special biochemical cultivation chamber was scrapped, and the substances inside could not come out, and the substances outside could not enter, and they were completely locked.

Chairman Demwell, who had palpitations, still didn't dare to relax, for fear of another demon moth, he asked tentatively: "No, it's gone?"

"It's definitely gone, only a little ash remains, and the main ingredients are inorganic salts, including calcium, phosphorus, iron, ......"

Dr. Moller regretted that he could not even obtain a sample of the monster's biological DNA, and had to destroy it to the slag with his own hands.

What a failed experiment.

"That's good, that's good. ”

Chairman Demville finally breathed a long sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head.

He thought it would be better to study the "Angel Tears", and as for this "Demon Eye", it was best not to touch it lightly.

After all, no matter what, angels are closer to humans than demons, and belong to the good and orderly side.

The others had the same relieved expressions.

"If you put the 'Angel's Tears' and the 'Demon Eyes' together, I don't know what will happen, maybe it's the creation of the world, Mr. Chairman, I'm looking forward to it, by the way, when are we going to find that 'Angel's Tears'?"

Dr. Moller crossed his fingers and opened his mind with excitement, not taking the terrible monster to heart in the slightest.

"Uh, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow!"

Chairman Demville felt that if Dr. Mohrer continued to stay in the institute to tinker with the "devil's eye", something bad or even terrifying might happen.

It is best to go to the East with yourself in search of the "Angel's Tears".

Subject 1 failed and was forcibly purified by the flames, and the other subjects were far from mature, Dr. Moller's work could be put aside for a while, he thought about it for a moment and said, "Tomorrow is too rushed, or the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, you are ready to prepare, and the day after tomorrow we will take the special plane of the Bombardier Club to Dongying. ”

Chairman Demville nodded and immediately set the itinerary.

Dr. Moller is an expert, and he doesn't want more people to know about the "Angel's Tears", and he doesn't want to fake others, so he decides to go on this trip with the doctor himself.

"Okay. ”

Dr. Moeller would sometimes go to conferences, and the luggage was always ready-made, and there was no need to prepare it.

Coming to the door of the inner isolation door of the laboratory, after completing the security inspection, Chairman Demwell, who was about to walk out of the door, suddenly seemed to remember something, frowned and turned around, and said with some uncertainty: "Doctor!"

"What?"

Dr. Moller, who was about to bow his head to examine the experimental data, raised his head again and looked at the owner at the door of the laboratory.

Chairman Dhumville hesitated and said, "When that thing cracked before, my head suddenly hurt, and a word seemed to pop out of my head. ”

"Apostle?!"

Someone in the lab blurted out, not just one, but two.

The others also opened their mouths wide, their reactions were a beat slower, and they seemed to want to say something, but they were preempted by others.

Almost instantly, the temperature in Laboratory 12 plummeted by more than a dozen degrees Celsius.

Everyone was looking at each other.

The word that popped up in my head wasn't an illusion!

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Toei Wakayama, Onmyoji family, Imano Dojo.

"Professor Fujiwara, how is my father? ”

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the house with an old man in a white coat.

Next to him were three young men and women in the same white coats and two female nurses carrying suitcases.

They seem to have just finished a consultation.

Fujiwara Mitsumi, a professor of medicine at the University of Tokyo, said, "Konno-kun is just a little tired and frightened, so it would be nice to rest for a few more days." ”

"Really, that's great, hard work Professor Fujiwara. ”

The middle-aged man is the second son of the great onmyoji Yosuke Konno, and yesterday afternoon, his father returned to Wakayama from Osaka with a dejected face, and as soon as he entered the dojo, he collapsed, almost frightening everyone.

The doctor alone invited several sums of them, and it wasn't until the medical authority of the University of Tokyo made a final decision that Kaina Konno was completely relieved.

"It's okay, that's what we should do as a medical student. ”

Professor Fujiwara politely said that he was not doing voluntary labor, but for the sake of face in the medical expenses of 5 million yen.

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