Chapter 36 Week 2

When the chef in charge of the kitchen at the back of the temple brought ten kilograms of fresh meat to the freezer for the third time today, Fu Jiao, who was leaning against the door, finally couldn't help it.

The chef was still busy piling the meat into the freezer, not noticing a head popped out from the side.

"......Has the food budget of the temple been so extravagant recently?"

The Supreme God looked at the pile of fresh meat curiously and hesitantly: "......So much...pure meat."

The staff in the temple were already very familiar with this young cub, and they were not on guard at all. They just nodded and crossed their arms and said in embarrassment: "Yes, the meat consumption in the cold storage has been very high recently...and the cold storage surveillance always breaks down for no reason...it has been repaired many times."

"Fortunately, the Inspection Court has allocated a large sum of money, so it doesn't matter, it's just a little tiring."

"The surveillance always breaks down for no reason...?"

"Yes, not only the surveillance in the cold storage, but also the surveillance in the corridor, and..." The person in charge frowned and counted on his fingers, "The carpet is also broken... If we weren't in the temple, we might have suspected that some kind of wild beast had sneaked in..."

Fu Jiao's smile suddenly became a little stiff. She couldn't help but put her fingertips on her chin, thinking of the golden feathers that fell outside the bedroom door and the scratches on the door.

"Haha... wild beasts?"

But it is true that the meat in the cold storage has been consumed a lot recently.

The Supreme God has seen this situation before.

In the few years when Deng Baoying was first rescued, it seemed that he had a great demand for meat.

However, the little lion griffon was helpless when he was young, so he probably got used to it. He didn't dare to tell her anything. He just quietly climbed through the window in the middle of the night and ran to underground gladiatorial arenas or boxing rings. He got bruised all over his body and then ran back pretending to be asleep. Or he ran into the mountains to hunt wild animals. Later, the animals near their residence were almost eaten up.

The self-healing ability of the lion griffon is several times or even dozens of times that of ordinary subspecies, which may also be related to the divine blood in his body.

In short, when the Supreme God found out, the young Deng Baoying had already developed a habit of vaguely generating a desire for life and death when he was anxious.

In order to correct this habit of his, Fu Jiao also spent a lot of effort.

Hmm. I've gone off topic.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much. As a subspecies of pure carnivores, it's not uncommon for them to like to eat flesh and blood.

Even if something really happens, she'll be there to take care of it.

"...What's shipped here today is top-grade Wagyu beef from the fringe galaxy," after loading the cold storage, the person in charge stretched his sore shoulders and looked at the pile of bloody meat covered by the preservation equipment with regret, "It's a pity that the president won't be back for dinner tonight... Miss, maybe you'd like to try the clam soup with red wine veal?"

"Eh, he's not coming back tonight?"

"Well, yes... I heard that there are some tricky things there, right? But, this is not something we should ask."

The person in charge shrugged and took out the ingredients for the evening one by one: "Would you like the Crown Caramel Cheese Tart for dessert? The cream cheese just arrived from the Northern Star Region."

Fu Jiao seemed to be attracted by his attention. He nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."

The atmosphere in the temple was full of joy. From the gap in the ventilation duct in the far corner, a soft and fluffy golden translucent tentacle quietly and faintly stretched out.

Like some kind of parasite living in the sewer, with a sensor organ growing on the end, it sniffed the smell in the air closely.

The Supreme God's eyebrows moved slightly, and then, he turned his eyes vaguely and looked in the direction of the sewer.

"..."

*

"Teacher, I don't know who locked the door of the underground laboratory. Do you still have the pass card?"

When Ryans politely knocked on the door of Wu Fuyi's office, the latter was leaning his chin and looking at the communication light screen indifferently.

The light screen turned on the privacy mode. Although it appeared translucent, it was still blurry in the eyes of outsiders. From Ryans's perspective, he could only see Wu Fuyi's slightly frowned brows, and his eyes that darkened for no reason when he looked at him.

However, that dark look seemed to exist for only half a second. Before he could see the other person's expression clearly, Wu Fuyi had already restrained his expression and revealed his usual, gentle eyes.

But there seemed to be some kind of half-smile.

"Locked? Well... probably the experimental team locked it last night after preparing the project. Where's your pass card?"

As a relatively docile herbivorous subspecies of giant hamster, Ryans has always been careful and meticulous in doing things, and it is rare for him to make mistakes.

However, he did give a reasonable explanation.

"Ah, the pass card was borrowed by my junior classmates," the young student blinked, and seemed to touch the back of his head in a silly way, "The medical department is in a hurry to get the data files of the underground restricted area, so I came to trouble you... Did I bother you?"

"No, I wasn't working anyway."

Wu Fuyi smiled indulgently, took out the dean-level pass card set from the drawer, and handed it to Ryans.

But at the moment when Ryans took the deck, he exerted a little force, and the student pulled back, but couldn't pull it out. He looked up at him a little puzzled: "...Teacher?"

"You mentioned before...the South Region Experimental Area, what about it? It's a joint project of the Research Institute and the black market. I may not have visited it for many years."

"Come to think of it, the person in charge there was also my student when he was young."

"Huh, is that so?"

Ryans laughed heartily: "The person in charge there is very nice! He takes good care of us! No wonder I always feel that the person in charge is very close, it turns out that he is also your student."

"A very nice person? He takes good care of you?"

Wu Fuyi curled his lips, revealing a half-smile, and slightly loosened his hand, allowing the student to take the dean-level deck.

"That's great. Then I will..."

"I feel relieved."

"..."

Where Ryans couldn't see, the video on the light screen was reflected in the light-colored pupils of Misty Clothes.

That was the private surveillance video just transmitted from the upper echelons of the Inspection Court.

The micro surveillance drones sent by Deng Baoying have already moved to the southern test area, and the content of the real-time video is presented in the live broadcast through the light screen without any cover. Those drones as small as flies flew through the dead silent and bleak test area, passed through the door covered with sticky light golden liquid, and entered the dim building.

It seems that the lights in the experimental field have not been turned on for a long time. The steel equipment seems to be incomplete and stagnant as if corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid, and the ground is full of sticky and translucent nests...

some kind of nest, or seedbed.

This unknown glue-like substance almost covered the entire experimental site. Inside the walls, the tentacles bulged like egg sheaths, and human corpses that had already stopped breathing were inside.

Looking around, the huge test site was filled with bodies lying in all directions, wrapped in amber-like substances.

A salty smell like that of marine life came over, and the disgusting soft substances squirmed, sucking the last bit of nutrients from the prey.

Then, using mental tentacles to manipulate some corpses to stand up staggeringly, walk out, and search for more prey.

The drone made a buzzing sound and went down into the underground area along the abandoned elevator shaft.

The heavy iron door that could withstand missile attacks was torn open with a huge crack. The liquid chamber sealed with layers of alloy glass inside was completely shattered. The green nutrient solution inside was even mostly dried up. Two dried-up bodies were leaning in the monitoring room.

More corrupt than hell on earth.

And more disgusting.

Robots and drones will not be affected by the spiritual pollution source that enveloped the entire test area. Because of this, the real situation of the site can be explored.

It's like an abandoned breeding ground. The real culprit who caused all this has left, leaving behind a mess like a grave.

Because the spare aircraft carried by the team sent by the Inspectorate is missing.

The latest aircraft, which can travel thousands of light years at most and is highly durable, was originally intended to protect team members from harm.

But now, it has become the key for "that thing" trapped here to break out of the cage.

Where did that thing go?

Or, where does that thing want to go?

Wu Fuyi raised his eyes, smiling as always, looking at Ryans who was politely saying goodbye to him.

The bottom of the eyes of his most familiar student was the same golden glow as the sticky substance, which was very subtle. If you don't look carefully, you can't even find it.

The salty smell seemed to permeate from every pore. The director of the research institute calmly put down the hot tea that Ryans had just poured for him, lowered his eyes, and looked at the communication message that popped up on the intelligent computer.

[Perhaps, do you have something to explain to me? About the "God-making experiment" back then? ]

[Mist covering the clothes? ]

The sender was Deng Baoying.

Xuelu touched his lower lip and had to admit that at this moment, he rarely felt a little regretful.

If he had known this earlier, he should not have proposed that theory to Guanjiu decades ago.

The theory of "re-creating gods with divine blood."

*

"Ah-chiu!"

Thousands of light years away from the capital star, the pink and purple-haired little parrot in a clerk's uniform suddenly felt its nose itchy.

He sneezed while holding the candy bag that he was about to exchange in the warehouse. A group of little kids who had just finished school chattered around him.

"Brother, brother, do you still have this?"

"Brother! This is so expensive! I'll save money and buy it tomorrow. Can you keep it for me?"

"Brother, brother, is this the latest mecha toy?"

"..."

The newly appointed clerk Guan Buhui had no choice but to avoid the jumping cubs and looked out the large French window of the convenience store.

The sky had already darkened, and there was a lot of traffic outside. Although it could not compare to the prosperity and extravagance of the capital star or the black market star field, it exuded a real sense of security that he could not describe.

A few more cubs walked in at the door, talking and laughing, and the bell for the end of class at the nearby elementary school rang again.

This is the second week of Guan Buhui's visit to the M31 galaxy.