Chapter 130 Experimental pregnancy, torn photos (asking for monthly tickets)
Boom boom boom.
The door slowly opened and a man in a white coat walked into the room.
He wore simple glasses with black frames, and behind the lenses were a pair of eyes that revealed rigor and wisdom.
The man's face was calm and composed. He quickly scanned the room, then looked at the person behind the desk and asked in a gentle voice, "Supervisor, you disturbed our sleep, what's the matter?"
The supervisor glanced at the woman in the arms of the man in the white coat.
The woman was petite and naked, with her arms intimately wrapped around the man's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her ankles were twisted and tangled like a rope, and her head was drooping on the man's shoulder. Her face was pale and her eyes were lifeless.
And under the woman's pale neck hung a work badge with her ID photo taken not long ago when she started working printed on it. Her smile was pure and sweet.
The supervisor raised an eyebrow: "You changed your sleeping partner again. You change your tastes too frequently now."
The man in the white coat looked down at the woman lovingly and said gently, "The last woman had a smell on her body. You know I have a mysophobia."
The supervisor mentioned it lightly, then stopped joking and turned serious: "Something went wrong in District 9. The latest batch of large black cores were not collected on time."
The man in the white coat immediately turned grim. “My experiment is at a critical stage. The supply of big black cores must not be interrupted.”
Without waiting for the supervisor to speak, the man in the white coat made an urgent request: "The black cores in District 9 have not been recovered, so what about the situation in Districts 8 and 7?"
District Six is the gathering point for the three sub-districts under its jurisdiction. The big black cores from Districts Seven, Eight, and Nine will all be gathered and turned in here.
The supervisor frowned and shook his head gently, revealing a hint of helplessness in his tone: "The black cores in Districts 8 and 7 must be handed over. The experiment of the headmaster in Upper City has also entered a critical stage. The death order has been issued. We can't intercept even one."
The man in the white coat gently pushed the frame of his glasses on his nose and made a firm request: "According to past practice, all the large black cores collected and manufactured in District 6 in the first half of the year should be allocated to me."
The supervisor shook his head slightly and explained with difficulty: "Since the big black core in District 9 was lost, our inventory in District 6 must first be used to fill the vacancy in District 9, so..."
The gentle glow on the face of the man in the white coat instantly lost its gentle glow, and was replaced by a gloomy haze.
His brows were furrowed, and he became irritable and uneasy. He immediately untied his "lover's" feet and threw her roughly to the ground, splashing a pool of formalin and emitting a pungent smell.
His voice was low and firm, with an unquestionable seriousness: "Without the timely replenishment of the Big Black Core, our previous experimental results will be at risk of being wiped out."
"The physiological indicators of the experimental pregnancy of E-37 are exceptionally good. It has the potential to wake up. I will never allow such a seed of hope to abort. I must ensure that it is born smoothly!"
The supervisor's face was calm, his eyes revealing an indescribable indifference, he quietly stared at the emotionally agitated man in the white coat.
After a long silence, he slowly exhaled: "I understand that your experiment is at a crucial stage, but... the order of the Grand Master of the Upper City cannot be questioned. We can only obey."
Deep down in his heart, the supervisor also had an eager hope for the successful birth of the experimental pregnancy of E-37. However, he had a more sensitive scale in his heart - that was to please the Grand Master of the Upper City.
To him, the E-37 experimental conceptus was just one of the many "investment projects" he was in charge of. Although important, on the scale of loyalty and obedience, it still had to give way to absolute obedience and flattery to superiors.
His position meant that it was impossible for him to disobey the Grand Master of Upper City.
But for the man in the white coat, the Erosion-37 experimental embryo is far more than a simple project. It is the result of all his hard work and is like his "offspring", carrying his dreams and hopes.
This natural gap between technical and management professionals seems to be an eternal contradiction, even in cults.
The man in the white coat compromised reluctantly. His voice was as cold as ice, revealing a sense of unwillingness: "In that case, let's go and find the lost black core in District 9."
The supervisor gently spread his hands with a wry smile on his face: "The situation in District 9 is indeed not optimistic. Unfortunately, the big black core has fallen into the hands of the heretics of the Puppet Mother. The Puppet Mother may have become interested in the black core."
He paused, his face becoming serious. "The situation is probably much more dangerous than we thought. I have already reported the situation to the Grand Master urgently. I think it would be best for the Grand Master to send experts directly to District 9 to handle it."
The man in the white coat looked gloomy. "By the time you report this to the head teacher and the meeting to approve it, the E-37 experiment will have already lost nutrients and died."
The man in the white coat sneered. He knew too well the efficiency of the head coach.
He had secretly complained about it more than once. Although it was a heretical cult, it had the same problems as large companies.
The man in the white coat couldn't wait and said sarcastically, "It's not that dangerous. It's just that the subordinates are not doing their job well, so they are just making excuses or exaggerating."
The man in the white coat knew it very well, because he often did the same thing when applying for new funding after his experiments failed.
He leaned forward, stared at the supervisor with a sense of oppression, and said grimly: "Let me go to District 9. I will personally retrieve the big black core."
The supervisor frowned, as if hesitating: "Okay, I'll send a team over, you stay in the lab and wait for news."
The man in the white coat shook his head decisively: "Your subordinates are useless. They are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. I don't trust them. I have to go there myself. There is no time to delay the experiment."
The supervisor sighed helplessly and finally nodded: "Okay, since you insist so much, I will immediately send an elite team to go. They will sneak into District 9 and obey your command completely."
After a short pause, the supervisor asked a new question: "However, how do you plan to get there? You are a star scientist in our company, and there are countless eyes watching you all the time."
The man in the white coat frowned and pondered for a moment, then gave his plan: "Don't we have a cooperative relationship with Hongguang Pharmaceutical in District 9? We can ask them to hold an academic exchange meeting. In this name, I can go as an invited guest."
The supervisor approved the plan of the man in the white coat. He nodded and agreed: "This is not difficult. I will contact Hongguang Pharmaceutical in the morning."
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The man in the white coat looked a little more gentle, and then he thought of something and said, "Since you want to participate in the academic exchange, then you can report it in the name of transporting experimental equipment and send those cute little guys I trained with you."
The supervisor's mind flashed with the "cute little guys" mentioned by the man in the white coat. He couldn't help but get goose bumps on the back of his neck, and muttered to himself, "The distorted aesthetic of a mad scientist is really incomprehensible."
"This is a bit troublesome and will take some time." The supervisor finally agreed, "I will get it done as soon as possible."
The man in the white coat stood up again, his face regaining his usual calm and gentle expression. He asked, "Well, now, please tell me who stole the food for Er-37? Don't tell me that your people haven't even figured out this matter yet."
The supervisor gently rotated the computer screen to face the man in the white coat, and said, "The puppet mother's minions, led by Zheng Hang, are in hiding. Fortunately, we have another person who can be a breakthrough."
The supervisor uttered a name faintly: "Feng Yuhuai!"
The man in the white coat gently lifted his glasses. It was obvious that the people sent to District 9 this time were not all good-for-nothings. At least they had collected the target information very carefully.
In the text content of the email, there was also a clear picture, which should be a photo of Zhang's father and daughter. The photo was incomplete and seemed to be torn apart.
But it doesn’t matter, the main goal is to focus on the photo.
The man in the photo is wearing a police uniform and has a serious and unsmiling face.
The girl leaning against him was wearing a youthful school uniform and had a sweet smile on her face.
The man in the white coat turned his eyes away from the man and focused on the girl's sweet face. He licked his lips subconsciously and murmured, "Feng Yuhuai, if you take my things, you have to sleep with me."
Then, the man in the white coat withdrew his gaze, gently stepped over the female corpse on the ground, and walked out of the office.
The supervisor's gaze followed the back of the man in the white coat until he disappeared, and his face immediately became extremely gloomy.
He took a deep breath of the formalin smell in the air, then dialed the number on the landline and said in a cold tone, "Notify the cleaning staff to come up and clean up the garbage."
On the ground, the female corpse with fair skin and delicate figure, with a stiff face but still maintaining a sweet expression, stared at the ceiling silently, as if silently telling something...
I'm asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month!
(End of this chapter)
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