[249-Don’t come here!]

“boom!”

Jerome was startled by the sudden sound.

He was still immersed in his imagination of a better future, and his work did not stop, sorting all the experimental data of S-227 by category.

Although Jerome has his own deeply buried ambitions, at the moment he is still just a little more intelligent data assistant than a sweeping robot.

After Lord Rachel settles the bookstore, he might be able to move up to another level, from the current deputy director of pharmacy to succeeding Margaret to become the director.

Oh, and mentioning Margaret, he couldn’t help but show a schadenfreude smirk.

This woman is obviously only a junior, but her eyes are above the top. Even his uncle doesn’t care about her, relying on her talent in secret medicine refining to be outrageous.

To put it simply, Jerome hated Margaret.

Not only when he was competing for the position of director of pharmacy, he secretly contacted bribes and hoped that Margaret could give him the position.

Margaret raised her chin and said to him “you’re not worthy” with a cold face, which made him smile on the surface, but was furious on the inside, and secretly hated him until now.

It was also because the other party, after he became his superior, made extensive rectifications to the illegal drug trading channel that he used to earn extra money, and he was angry without even showing any emotion. Launch URL https://m.xswang.com

“Of course, these are all in the past tense.”

Jerome thought so, and while sorting out the data, he narrowed his eyes with a happy expression.

Margaret, the last time I saw her was in the laboratory of this secret research base.

This woman, who often shows a proud and disdainful expression, has been stuffed with tubes all over her body, and half of her brain has been peeled off, which is used as material for the study of artificial human consciousness.

Of course, her consciousness still exists and is even active, which is a necessary condition for the experiment.

But she couldn’t move or sense everything around her.

Her soul was fixed in her body, as if imprisoned in a forever dark cell, the pain in it was unimaginable.

Whenever he thinks of this, Jerome can hardly help laughing out loud.

Lord Rachel’s research requires a large number of scholars with a high level of brain development and mental toughness as materials for the study of androids, and these materials naturally come from the Truth Society.

The greatest resources of the Truth Society are these scholars…

And the one who put Margaret on the list—— Needless to say, of course it was Jerome.

Now that Margaret can’t turn over, Jerome has taken the position of acting director and become the real director of pharmacy, and it’s only a matter of time.

After that…it’s even easier.

Andrew had already been controlled by him with “spiritual touch”, and he went to the bookstore to shoot directly at the bookstore owner. He became Jerome’s scapegoat, and most likely he would be directly killed by the bookstore owner.

The position of the vice president is vacant.

The president who claimed to be still in retreat to attack the god-level, actually went to a mysterious ruin in Xiacheng to investigate. He has been missing for almost half a year. According to the current intelligence speculation, it seems that there is a high probability that he will not be able to return.

In the end, he Jerome is the president of the Truth Society, the next god-level…

The fantasies about the future come to an abrupt end here.

The sudden sound from behind almost made Jerome fly out of the sky, his heart trembled, his hands trembled, and he almost deleted the file.

This is Lord Rachel’s laboratory. There is a place where the gods are sitting. How can such a big movement suddenly occur, and there are obvious ether fluctuations behind…

Could it be that Lord Rachel is conducting some kind of experiment?

Jerome remembered the image of the bookstore in Rachel’s mirror just now, and his thoughts changed again.

Or is it that Lord Rachel and the owner of the bookstore are fighting over the air, and this sound is the aftermath of the battle?

Full of doubt and confusion, Jerome stood up in shock and turned around, seeing Rachel standing motionless in front of the mirror.

Unlike just now, Rachel made a gesture of stepping back, and the chair she was sitting on had disappeared, turning into a pile of powder on the ground.

The weird thing is that Rachel kept this posture, staring at the bookstore in the mirror, which didn’t change.

“La, Lord Rachel?”

Jerome trembled and asked cautiously, “Lord Rachel, are you all right?”

no respond.

Rachel still stared in front of him as if he couldn’t hear his voice, and Jerome suddenly found that the greatest and wisest ancient scholar, his body was shaking…

Jerome felt dazzled.

how can that be? !

He opened his eyes wide, and after confirming again and again, he determined that Rachel was really shaking.

Just like ordinary people saw something very terrifying, the body of this great scholar was shaking violently, almost to the point that it seemed that he was about to turn around and run away, and even his breathing was very rapid and heavy.

Jerome’s scalp suddenly went numb, and the quiet laboratory with only two people seemed to become weird and cold, making him want to run away too.

what happened? !

Lord Rachel, what happened?

Is there anything that can make the gods feel afraid?

As soon as these three questions popped up in Jerome’s mind, he saw Rachel move suddenly.

Before he had time to be happy, he found that Rachel was “dancing” meaninglessly, making some inexplicable small movements, as if thinking about something.

But at the same time, Rachel was speaking some strange, bizarre, and incomprehensible babble.

As if being controlled by something invisible, he kept doing incomprehensible movements, and while speaking a language that didn’t exist, he began to laugh in a low voice, from a low voice to a loud voice.

Jerome watched this scene in horror, swallowed his saliva, stepped back and stammered: “Rachel, Lord Rachel, wake up, don’t scare me… Lord Rachel? Jiel! Stop! Stop!”

He nearly collapsed.

It was fine just now, why did it suddenly become like this? !

Nothing… Wait, Rachel only did one thing just now, and that was to look at the bookstore through the mirror!

Is it… no, no, no, how is it possible…

Jerome shook his head desperately, his face full of disbelief, and when he stepped back in a trance, he saw a scene he will never forget.

After laughing for a while, Rachel froze in place with her fingers touching her temples, and then dug into her brain with her hands.

Jerome looked at the god-level scholar with a dull face, squeezing his brain with his hands, making a loud noise, and stirring it vigorously.

“Ho…hehehe…”

With a weird smile on his face, Rachel pulled out his hand. The red and white pieces were mixed together, leaving only a huge hole in his head, and there was nothing inside.

Jerome’s expression cannot be described in words, his teeth are shaking, his heart almost stops beating for a moment, and a huge fear grabs him.

Rachel, who has no brain, just laughed and let out a long sigh, as if he had done something that made him very comfortable, turned his head to look at Jerome, and walked towards him as if nothing had happened. In the past, he patted his shoulder and said, “What’s wrong? Did I scare you?”

Rachel smiled lightly and happily: “It’s okay, it’s resolved, everything is over, you can continue to organize the data, don’t worry.”

Jerome stiffened, looking at the red-and-white palm on his left shoulder, Rachel’s head could see the hollow of the empty internal structure, the eyeballs that suddenly opened on the wriggling rest of the tissue.

He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his hair, and let out a shriek with a force that almost ripped his scalp off.

“Ah ah ah ah ah–”

“Jerome?”

“Ah, ah ah – don’t come here!”

“Jerome, don’t be afraid, can you keep sorting the data? I think you can.”

“Ahhh-”

“Crack.”

With the sound of his neck being snapped, Jerome’s body was thrown aside by Rachel.

“Noisy.”

He frowned, sat down in Jerome’s original position, patted his head, and muttered, “What a lunatic…”

Rachel shook her head, operated the computer, and smiled: “The owner of the bookstore really touched my consciousness, and now it’s finally a lot easier.”

“By the way, what am I going to do, ah yes, perfect my creation, S-227 doesn’t seem to use the most perfect materials, how can she be flawed, maybe I should give her a better quality sage Stone as a driving force…”