As for dealing with Edward Vaughn, I'm afraid I can't do much, but at least I have to disclose the other party's information to the church.

So, on the way to rent a house, he had already dropped an anonymous report letter into the mailbox of the Night Church.

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On the Future, Frank wiped his hands and lay down on the table of his simple laboratory to take a nap.

The experiment of crossing broiler chickens and apples cannot be said to be a success, it can only be said to be a complete failure. It is exactly the same as that of crossing wheat cows. The only difference is that after crossing cows and wheat, he was directly thrown out of the Church of the Mother Earth, while the hybrid apple and

After the broiler chickens were discovered, all the failed products of his experiment were burned cleanly under the supervision of the captain. Several chickens that had not yet been tested were roasted by colleagues who were gloating about the misfortune.

In the firelight, the captain's expression was cold and a little frightened, and he asked Frank for the umpteenth time to report to her before doing the experiment.

Alas! Fortunately, I made a new friend. When I went ashore last time, I compiled a copy of the experimental records and experiences and mailed them to the Ernst Foundation Orphanage in Bayam.

You should have received it by now, right? The postage is too expensive. It only spans the distance of an island, and it actually costs 1 sole.

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and the room was fairly warm.

Surrounded by the earthy smell he was most familiar with, Frank Lee made a nest with his arms and began to take a nap.

He fell asleep quickly.

But after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming, but he still fell asleep. He was still confused and felt as if he had arrived somewhere.

The thinking ability and logic in the dream will become worse. Frank stood there blankly, looking at the ground, until a black shadow appeared on the ground in front of him.

He wanted to look up, but he couldn't. He tried his best to turn his eyes up, but he couldn't see anything.

The shadow asked him: "Who gave you that gem?"

Frank's consciousness was now half asleep, and he naturally followed the other person's commanding words to think. He immediately felt that the "someone" in front of him that he could not see or hear clearly was an "acquaintance" of his whose name he could not remember.

.

"Emerald...I...Ernst...can't bear to spend it..." So he said intermittently without any precautions, "Gift..."

Heiying was not surprised: "He really wants to find a classmate for himself."

He? Frank was slightly confused, and then heard the black shadow ask: "Did you write this?"

A blurry white paper was handed to him with nothing on it, but Frank immediately thought it was an experimental report he had sent and nodded slowly.

"What did you write?"

Black Shadow said coldly: "That's bullshit. Do it again as soon as possible."

Frank was so shocked that he almost jumped up on the spot. He woke up, but not completely. He struggled and asked: "Why...why?"

Black Shadow sighed: "Is the gene of your experimental product stable?"

"Gene?"

"Have you had any safety inspections done?"

"Safety inspection?"

"I don't ask about the apple chicken that has not yet succeeded. Can the red wine fish reproduce normally? What impact will it have on the original species genes of the fish? Are your experimental results repeatable? Has it been put into trial? How has the market response been? Is there any?

Natural enemies? How long is the survival period? Is the gene stable? Will it mutate? Will it cause species invasion once released?"

Frank was stunned. This long list of questions confused him. He hesitated guiltily: "Uh, none of them."

"Invasive species...what is it?"

Then he just heard a trace of helplessness and hatred in Heiying's emotionless tone: "You don't do anything, how dare you directly experiment and then breed? You really deserve to be thrown out by the church."

"I thought you had some basic safety knowledge."

Frank was immediately ashamed. He started looking for a shovel, preparing to return to the earth, but there was nothing in this empty world. In addition, he was still sleeping, couldn't move his legs, and his steps were very small. Look at him moving in place.

After a few centimeters, the shadow asked again:

“How do you give red wine the ability to carry oxygen?”

It is difficult for people to think about more than one thing in a dream. Frank immediately put the idea of ​​digging a hole to bury himself behind his mind and began to recall this experiment that he had done not long ago and had some successes.

"I tried...to directly replace the fish's blood...but it didn't work...the reason...I don't know..."

"...fusion...then...cultivated from fry..."

After hearing these two sentences, Heiying understood: "As I thought. That's not red wine, but blood flavored with red wine."

"Because the color, taste, and some ingredients are similar, it was mistaken for wine. If you do some analysis, you will know."

"Your fish shouldn't live long. The ability of the blood to carry oxygen has been greatly weakened. It will either be directly cloned as an adult, or it will die in the fry stage and it will be difficult for it to grow up normally."

After saying this, the shadow stopped talking and stood there quietly. Frank was confused for a while and asked in a daze:

"Why... failed?"

"Because your school doesn't teach cell theory."

Black Shadow replied unceremoniously: "Leave. Whether you are qualified to obtain knowledge from me depends on your performance and ability."

Before Frank had time to understand the meaning of this sentence, he suddenly felt that the ground beneath his feet disappeared, and he fell suddenly. The strong feeling of weightlessness immediately made him wave his hands and kick his legs in panic, trying to catch something.

thing.

Bang! He kicked his experimental table, and the reaction force kicked him off the chair. Frank fell into the soil, half of his face was buried, the fear in the dream had not disappeared, he was in the soil

After fluttering for a few times, he realized that he had returned to the real world, and touched his face in surprise:

"Hey, I didn't fall to death?"

He shook his head, patted the dirt from his hair and collar, and recalled the vague dream just now with uncertainty. The details of the dream were very vague, and only a few questions, "Can your experimental results be repeated?" were very clear.

In his mind, Frank wondered what great being he had encountered by chance, but hesitantly felt that there should not be a great being who came to give himself a small lesson after reading his experimental report.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through him, and he turned to look at the experimental table, only to see the experimental records he had sent to his new friend last week neatly placed there.

Frank suddenly felt hot all over, and a chill rushed to his head. He pounced on it like a hungry tiger, and he could see at a glance that the record with mud marks on the cover was undoubtedly the original document he had sent.

He recited a few words of Mother Goddess' blessing in his heart, and without daring to breathe, he picked up a corner with his fingers and carefully read down -

——As before, there are no redundant correction marks.

He flipped through a few more pages, but there was still no trace.

Only, when he turned to the end, he found that there was an extra red medal stamped there, and on it were the words that graduates from the old era were most afraid of seeing after submitting their thesis:

"Unqualified, reject and rewrite."

It was not a dream! Frank was suddenly frightened and broke out in a sweat.

TBC

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The above is the author’s resentment in revising his graduation thesis.

Why haven't we arrived at the Tarot Club yet... Why do we have so much to write about the next chapter, and we still can't get there tomorrow after tomorrow, Tarot Club Requiem?
Chapter completed!