Xia Chuhe was filled with anxiety.
She couldn't help but wonder if completing the differentiation process would spare her from the unknown torment.
The conveyor belt was moving much slower than the elevator, but it was still slowly approaching the top entrance of the mixer.
Xia Chuhe finally got a full view of the mixer. Countless sharp blades crisscrossed inside, gleaming with a terrifyingly cold light in the sunlight. Once you fell into the mixer, there was no chance of survival.
The conveyor belt didn't stop; it continued forward, and Xia Chuhe fell downwards, landing in the mixer.
Her figure completely disappeared into the blender.
The penguin squinted its eyes and revealed a satisfied smile.
It knew, and all the teachers knew, that no one could survive falling into the mixer; Xia Chuhe was dead.
...
A black feather floated up into the air and landed on the edge of the blender, and a black wing extended along the edge of the blender.
A violent, dazzling black light burst forth from the blender.
Xia Chuhe flew out of the mixer, wings outstretched, and her toes lightly touched the edge of the mixer.
The fear vanished, the feeling of being controlled disappeared. On one side was a mountain of knives, on the other a towering cliff.
Xia Chuhe looked behind him.
Long, black tail feathers drooped down one side of the blender, and powerful wings were poised to flap behind it, each feather gleaming in the sunlight.
Xia Chuhe completed the differentiation one second before falling into the mixer.
She differentiated into a peacock.
A black peacock.
Rare and extremely valuable.
The blue peacock's pupils contracted, and it spread its wings and flew towards Xia Chuhe, trying to lift her off the mixer.
Xia Chuhe spread her wings, and the wind she stirred up captivated the blue peacock's eyes.
In a moment of utter bewilderment, the blue peacock forgot to breathe, forgot to flap its wings. It fell squarely into the blender, where it was sliced into minced meat by the sharp blades.
Xia Chuhe lowered her head calmly, bent down and reached into the blender, scooping out several intact feathers.
She flew to the ground and handed the feather to Old Wang: "Perhaps it would be worth making into a bookmark."
Old Wang paused for a moment, then tucked in his feathers, remembering his original intention: "Look, everyone! Even at the very last moment, the black peacock didn't forget its original goal and successfully completed its differentiation, achieving a qualitative leap! Classmates, go for it!"
Countless pigeons and ducks that had not yet completed their differentiation rushed toward the conveyor belt, vying to fall into the mountain of knives.
Most of them, like the blue peacocks, turned into pieces of meat; only a very few managed to differentiate at the last moment.
After the strangulation ended, only about one-third of the birds remained in the Raptor Academy.
Old Wang, swaying his fat buttocks, walked to the blender and prepared to press the blending switch.
Xia Chuhe stopped it: "I'll go up and see if there's anything of value left behind."
Old Wang hesitated, and Xia Chuhe's tail feathers trembled.
Old Wang said, "Hmm... then go and take a look."
Xia Chuhe flew over the mixer, bent down, and took the phone and a handful of fine down from the welded seam on the edge of the mixer.
She handed the down to Old Wang: "That's all, nothing more."
Old Wang pressed the blender switch, and the blender started working with a roar. The faint smell of blood that had been lingering around the birds' noses instantly became extremely pungent and foul.
Xia Chuhe recalled a video he had seen online, in which chicken farms would not raise roosters that could not lay eggs in order to save costs and create higher efficiency.
When the rooster is very, very small, still a yellow chick, it will be pulled into a meat grinder by a conveyor belt, ground into minced meat, and made into cat and dog food.
Xia Chuhe lowered her eyelids. Her family farm also raised chickens, but they were all small-batch, high-quality free-range chickens, so there was no situation of culling large numbers of young roosters. She could understand the chicken farm's practices, but she couldn't accept doing the same thing herself.
She wouldn't allow herself to be in such a cruel chicken farm; she would definitely choose to escape.
...
The stirring will stop after half a minute.
Old Wang opened the meat outlet, and the minced meat flowed into the bucket through the pipe.
Old Wang peered over the bucket and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Why is the yield so low this time?"
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