Chapter 249

"boom!"

Jerome was startled by the sudden sound.

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

Although Jerome has his own deep-seated ambition, at the moment he is still just a sorting data assistant who is a little more intelligent than a sweeping robot.

After Lord Raziel solves the bookstore, he may be able to be promoted to another level, from the current deputy director of pharmacy, to succeed Margaret to become the director.

Oh, and at the mention of Margaret, he couldn't help but smile smugly.

This woman is obviously just a junior, but her eyes are so high that she doesn't even pay attention to her uncle, relying on her talent in secret medicine refining to be so strong that it is outrageous.

To put it simply, Jerome hated Marguerite.

Not only when he was competing for the position of director of pharmacy, he secretly contacted and bribed, hoping that Margaret would give him the position.

The expression of Margaret raising her chin and saying "you are not worthy" to him with a cold face made him smile on the surface, but he was furious inside, and secretly held grudges to this day.

It was because the other party became his superior, and he wanted to rectify the illegal drug trading channels that he used to earn extra money without even showing any sympathy.

"Of course, these are all in the past tense."

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

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

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

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

But she can't move, and she can't feel everything around her.

Her soul was fixed in the body, as if imprisoned in an eternally dark cell, the pain in it was unimaginable.

Whenever he thought of this, Jerome could hardly help laughing out loud.

Master Raziel's research requires a large number of scholars with high levels of brain development and mental toughness as materials for artificial human research, and these materials naturally come from the Truth Society.

The greatest resources of the Truth Society are these scholars...

And the one who put Marguerite on the list - needless to say, of course was Jerome.

Now Margaret is unable to stand up, and Jerome has already taken the position of acting director. It is only a matter of time before he becomes the real director of pharmacy.

After that...it's even easier.

Andrew has already been controlled by him with the "spiritual touch". He went to the bookstore and shot 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 vice president was vacant.

The president who claimed that he was still retreating to attack the god level, but actually went to a mysterious ruin in the lower city to investigate, 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 come back.

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

The reverie for the future stops here.

The sudden sound from behind almost knocked Jerome out of his wits, his heart skipped a beat, his hands trembled, and he almost deleted the file.

This is Lord Raziel's laboratory, a place where gods sit in charge, how could there be such a big movement suddenly, and there are obviously ether fluctuations behind him...

Could it be that Master Raziel is conducting some experiments?

Jerome thought of the picture of the bookstore in the mirror of Raziel just now, and his thoughts changed again.

Or is it Lord Raziel and the bookstore owner who are confronting each other in the air, and the sound is the aftermath of the battle?

Full of doubts and bewilderment, Jerome stood up in shock and turned around, seeing Raziel standing motionless in front of the mirror.

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

Strangely, Raziel maintained this posture, staring at the bookstore in the mirror that hadn't changed in any way.

"Master Ra-Rachel?"

Jerome tremblingly asked cautiously, "Master Raziel, are you alright?"

no respond.

Raziel was still staring at him as if she couldn’t hear his voice, and Jerome suddenly noticed that the body of the greatest and wisest ancient scholar was shaking...

Jerome felt dazzled.

how can that be? !

He opened his eyes wide, and after double-checking, he was sure that Raziel was really trembling.

As if an ordinary person had seen something terrifying, the great scholar's body was shaking violently, almost to the point where he seemed about to turn around and run away, and even his breathing was very rapid and heavy.

Jerome's scalp went numb suddenly. The quiet laboratory with only two people seemed to have become weird and cold, which made him want to run away too.

what happened? !

What's the matter, Lord Raziel?

Is there anything that can scare the gods?

As soon as these three questions came to Jerome's mind, Raziel suddenly moved.

Before he had time to be happy, he discovered that Raziel was "dancing" meaninglessly, making some inexplicable small movements, as if she was thinking about something.

But at the same time, Raziel spoke some strange, weird, and incomprehensible ravings.

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

Jerome watched this scene in horror, swallowed, and stammered as he stepped back: "Rachel, Lord Rachel, wake up, don't scare me... Lord Rachel? Jell! Stop it! Stop it!"

He nearly collapsed.

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

Nothing... Wait, Raziel only did one thing just now, and that was looking at the bookstore through the mirror!

Could it be... no no no, how could it be...

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

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

Jerome watched blankly as the god-level scholar crushed his brain with his hands, made a loud sound, and stirred vigorously.

"Ho...hehehe..."

With a weird smile on her face, Raziel pulled out her hand, and the red, white pieces were mixed together, leaving only a huge hole on her head, and the contents inside were gone.

Jerome's expression cannot be described in words, his teeth trembled, his heart almost stopped beating for a moment, and great fear seized him.

Raziel, who has no brain, just smiled and let out a long breath, 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 him on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

Raziel smiled lightly and happily: "It's okay, it's been resolved, everything is over, you can continue to sort out the data, don't worry."

Jerome stiffened his body, looking at the red and white palm on his left shoulder, Raziel's head could see the hollow of the empty internal structure, and the eyeballs that suddenly opened on the squirming remaining tissue.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his hair, and let out a scream with such force that he almost tore off his scalp.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Jerome?"

"Ah, ah, ah - don't come here!"

"Jerome, don't be afraid, can you continue to organize those data? I think you can do it."

"Ahhhh—"

"Crack."

With the sound of his neck being broken, Raziel threw Jerome's body aside.

"Noisy."

He frowned, sat in Jerome's original position, patted his head, and murmured, "What a madman..."

Raziel shook her head, started to operate the computer, and smiled: "The owner of the bookstore has indeed manipulated my consciousness, and it is much more relaxed now."

"By the way, what am I going to do, ah yes, perfect my creation, the material used by S-227 seems to be not the most perfect, how can she have flaws, maybe I should give her a sage with better quality Stone as the driving force..."