Chapter 27 Entrance Closed

Green didn't remember what happened in the end.

He also didn't remember how that nightmare-like bloody hell ended.

Afterwards, the institute provided comprehensive psychological counseling and relief to those who had experienced the conflict. For protection, researchers from relevant departments used instruments to blur the memories of the participants, and at the same time alleviated the damage and pollution caused by close contact with violent mental power.

Yes, even the diluted divine blood, under the catalysis of extreme emotions, will produce immeasurable mental pollution.

At that time, Lynx had just suppressed the mutant frenzy caused by the continuous galaxy storms. His right arm was injured to the bone and dripping with purple-black pus and blood after the infection. In this dark star conflict, he forced himself to drive the mecha and suppressed the mad griffon monster with firepower that could flatten the entire galaxy. His arm was completely disabled.

The entire institute's sedation and treatment equipment were allocated to the special forces and bodyguards who suffered mental damage in this conflict. Lynx calmly accepted the institute's cold sweat suggestion, and even did not take painkillers or anesthetics. He sawed off the arm alive and replaced it with a brand new metal arm made of special alloy.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do, all superheroes are like this. How do you say it... the greater the power, the greater the responsibility, right?"

Lynx moved her newly installed arm with a grin, her face pale, but still frivolous.

Outside the surgery transformation room, the special forces she brought out personally almost filled the entire corridor, and all of them were injured to varying degrees. Her deputy was a rare and beautiful subspecies of Maine cat, who had been confessed to by many men and women of all ages when she was in the Inspection Court and the Special Training Base, but now she has shaved almost half of her head, which makes her look a little funny. The young Maine cat

seemed to be arguing with someone, and there was a hint of crying in her voice.

The transformation room was well soundproofed, but the sound still could not escape the ears of the successor.

"Well..."

Lynx shook her furry pointed ears helplessly, and put her intact hand on her lips, and smiled at the haggard Wu Fuyi who was looking at her coldly with his arms folded.

"Don't tell the children the specific details of the operation. Hmm?"

"..."

This hellish massacre gradually faded from everyone's memory due to deliberate human intervention.

The Dark Star region where the massacre took place was also silently absorbed into the black market, erasing all traces of the nightmare of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

But.

On the first day of admission to the Federation's Chief Military University, in the subspecies analysis class, the professor had clearly explained it to Green and the others.

Even if the carnivorous subspecies lose control, it will not change the original physical qualities and form of the subspecies.

Therefore, even if it is a griffon, it should not have sharp teeth that can tear, swallow, chew and crush bones and flesh, and twisted and protruding spines.

...Is it really a griffon?

*

"I heard that the new game will be released tomorrow."

In the room of the temple rest area, Guan Buhui and Fu Jiao, who had evacuated the banquet hall in advance, were sitting on a sofa, playing a game online face to face.

There were a lot of snacks on the coffee table next to them. While the competition was being prepared, the pink and purple-feathered little parrot casually said, "Do you want to make a reservation too? Everyone is optimistic about the new game this time?"

"What new game?"

"Let me think... It's called the Ship of Theseus, right? It's a game inspired by that famous paradox."

Guanbuhui put down the game console, sat cross-legged on the sofa, frowned, and thought hard.

"Suppose that after the constituent elements of an object are replaced, is it still the original object? If the wood on Theseus' ship is gradually replaced until all the wood is no longer the original wood, is the ship still the original ship?"

"If a person's blood, organs and even brain are replaced by mechanical components, is he still a person?"

"That's probably what it means? I forgot..." "Is

that so? It's indeed an interesting paradox," Fu Jiao touched his chin, "Unfortunately, I seem to have to go to the research institute in two days, so I may not have time to play with you."

"Why are you going to the research institute? Oh... I heard that the team that conducted the survey project in the southern test area has returned. Do you want to go and see the excitement too?"

Guan Buhui rested his chin on his hand and blinked at her curiously: "Come to think of it, I haven't asked you yet, who are you? How can you live in the temple and chat with those older monsters? You are not really the illegitimate daughter of some big shot, are you...?"

"..." Fu Jiao, "Can't you give up your illegitimate daughter guess?" "

Really? But..."

Guan Buhui's unwilling words were interrupted by a sudden communication ring. The huge lounge was empty and quiet. The ring was really abrupt, causing both of them to lower their heads and look at the buzzing intelligent computer.

The two words "adoptive father" were clearly written on the screen of the smart computer.

...It was Guan Jiu.

Fu Jiao paused for a few seconds, as if she had prepared herself mentally. Finally, under Guan Buhui's hesitant gaze, she still looked away and walked out of the lounge.

The corridor outside the lounge was quiet and deserted. She walked around the door a few times and heard the faint sound of quarrels coming from the lounge.

She could hear it clearly through the door.

"The entrance to the black market is closed...? You really don't plan to take me back?? And you never mentioned this to me before!! You just asked me to go to that damn broken test area to check for you, and everything that happened afterwards... my bad luck so far, what does this mean?"

"..."

"What do you mean the capital planet is safe, as long as I stay here there will be no danger? What on earth are you going to do, foster father!! I really don't understand... Is there something you can't tell me? What is it that you would rather reveal to your subordinates than tell me a word?" It

is said that Guan Buhui is a simple-minded child. He doesn't even know to turn on the private mode when talking to his guardian.

Fu Jiao leaned down and put his ear to the door panel silently, and just happened to hear Guan Jiu talking.

Unlike the pretty little jellyfish seven thousand years ago, his voice is now lower and hoarse, but still mixed with a sense of frivolity and indifference.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Jiao recognized him immediately.

"I'll say it again, you just stay in the capital planet, my useless but kind colleagues will ensure that you are not threatened, and you don't need to know the rest," Guan Jiu said calmly on the other end of the phone in response to his adopted son's angry questioning, which made Guan Jiu sound like he was making trouble. "Isn't there a banquet today? Go to the venue to have fun, and have a love affair with any noble lady... No one cares about you. Anyway, you can't help me even if I tell you. Do you remember what I said when I adopted you? I just want you to be obedient, just be obedient."

"No matter what happens, you don't need to care, do you understand?"

"People from the Inspectorate came to the banquet today. I heard that the black market star field has been closed and entered a state of war preparation..."

Guan Buhui paused for a few seconds, but still couldn't help but asked his adoptive father in a hoarse voice: "So, you did something, right?"

"Just like the 'God Creation Plan' and the previous projects... You must have done something, right? Is something going to happen?"

"Didn't you say, didn't you say you wouldn't use those radical means again? Didn't you agree..."

"I'm just one step away."

Guan Jiu chuckled, with almost some subtle sarcasm and condescending arrogance: "If you are only one step away from your long-cherished and extremely desired goal, only the last step... will you give up? Huh? No?"

"Do you know how long I have waited for this day? Do you know what I have given up? There is only a little left, I must not...give up halfway."

"..."

The room fell into a dead silence, Fu Jiao at the door listened quietly with his chin on his back.

After a long while, Guan Buhui's voice was heard to be a little trembling, and he whispered: "Adoptive father...I, I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand, just be content with being your useless little fool rich second generation, enjoy the wealth brought to you by the privileges, and don't come to interfere with my plans. This is the meaning of your existence," Guan Jiu said very straightforwardly and calmly, "Okay, if there is nothing else, I'll hang up."

"I hope you can be well prepared when you come back, my dear child."

Guan Buhui looked at him at a loss, his lips slightly pale, but he was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Or rather, he didn't know how to refute Guan Jiu.

He was indeed raised too well.

So well that he could do nothing and didn't need to do anything. He just needed to be blindfolded and live peacefully under the protection of others.

Seeing this, his adoptive father seemed too lazy to talk to him any more.

The smart computer made a "beep" sound, indicating that the call was hung up.

Guan Buhui lowered his head and held the smart computer for a long time, and even forgot to pay attention to the game competition. After a while, he raised his head at a loss, but saw that the door of the lounge had been opened at some point.

The pretty girl with golden eyes looked at him calmly outside the door, her eyes mixed with a little pity, but she didn't say anything.

- At the same time, inside the house, outside the suspended screen.

The luxurious living room reflected a miniature overview of the completely blocked black market star field. The spare intelligent computer was thrown aside casually, and it was filled with hundreds of communications and application documents from partners, mixed with inquiries from the research institute and the inspection court.

The red-haired poisonous jellyfish frowned and yawned, leaning on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, rubbing his brows with his slender knuckles.

Guan Jiu was very satisfied with the useless and inquisitive adoptive son. He was about to pour himself another glass of raspberry sparkling water when he suddenly felt the divine pattern on his wrist under his sleeve begin to burn again, with a heat that made his nerves tremble.

He frowned and hissed softly, pulling the sleeves of the overlapping gauze unnaturally to cover the red and complex color.

Damn it.

...What's wrong with the Supreme God again?

*

Compared to a mark, the divine pattern is more like a contract. An unbreakable contract forged in blood.

Under the contract, when the Supreme God thinks of the successor, the divine pattern will heat up.

Of course, this is only the most superficial and basic content of the contract.

The heirs who have been bathed in the blood of the gods may have a deeper reaction to the contract...?

It is unknown.