Chapter 847

"You take it to make a specimen observation, and then drop the third reagent to try, record the reaction."

"Good professor."

Lu Sheng took the specimen, went out of the laboratory, put it into his mouth, chewed it down a few times, and then recorded the experiment with handwriting on the counter.

"Professor, the experiment failed." He went back to the lab and handed the record to Dahl. "I think it's not enough. Give me some more."

"Quantity? But this kind of meat can only be cut by high-level demons... It's not so easy to make... "Dahl scratched his hair and said helplessly. "What about the experiment report just now?"

"What about the third reagent? What is the effect? "

Lu Sheng shrugged.

"I'm sorry, I don't think the reagent is enough."

"Then I'll think of a way back..." my sophomore scratched his scalp. "How come the consumption of experimental materials has been increasing recently?"

"But the results are coming soon, aren't they?" Lu Sheng said seriously.

"That's right, but it costs... The funds above may not be able to be used..." Dahl said with a headache.

"Professor, our achievements are constantly coming out and our efficiency is amazing. I believe that the board of directors will not reject us because of this small request." Lu Sheng advised.

"All right, I'll try a report later. Here, take this specimen for reaction experiments

"Good professor." Lu Sheng takes a small plate of specimens and turns into another laboratory. He sets aside a little bit for the experiment, and all the rest are pinched in his mouth.

This kind of life is not comfortable, but at least the food is good.

The work of the laboratory of the Research Institute was finished very early. Because the experimental materials were used up, Lu Sheng had to take a vacation and go back early.

He chatted with another senior sister on the road. He walked all the way to the dormitory, but he didn't go back to the dormitory first.

Instead, I turned a corner and went to the back of one of the experimental buildings in the school.

In the dark, Lu Sheng walks slowly through the old buildings behind the building with a little moonlight.

He did not stop until he reached the edge of an abandoned teaching building covered with vines and moss.

The university campus is separated from here by metal fences, one is a new campus, the other is an old campus which can not be repaired before.

Lu Sheng flipped over the fence and entered the old campus.

he skillfully walked into a teaching building and went up the stairs to the living room which was only one floor away from the top of the building.

The living room floor is full of carving knives and templates, and there are traces of blood in some corners of the carving.

He squatted down and examined the lines in the living room.

Since the last time he figured it out by the lake, Lu Sheng really decided to give this place a real big move, just as he did in the Dragon world.

It is too weak to rely on him alone.

After carefully examining the lines, Lu Sheng squats down again and carves one after another of the slender winged snakes with a carving knife. These winged snakes are dense and numerous, like countless insects in a circle, forming a big circle around the whole living room.

Lu Sheng's action was very fast. It took only an hour to complete the carving of the whole living room. It was not so much carving that he was painting.

Hissing...

when the last knife falls, draw the eye of the winged snake, and Lu Sheng throws away the knife.

"The second point is done."

He needs to create enough arrival arrays in the school. The existence of energy in this world is very strange, so he also needs to modify the original array knowledge he has mastered.

It took him a lot of time, and then the selection. It must be hard to do inside the school. There are patrol students everywhere. If you are not careful, you will be found out.

So in the end, Lu Sheng chose the old campus on the side to set the arrival point.

After arranging the array, he left here quietly. The air jet from his feet left no footprints.

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miska owl observation tower.

As the only tallest observation tower in the school, it can not only observe the threat of attack in the sky at any time, but also monitor the rest of the troubles on the planet.

The owner of the observation tower is Professor Michel house, an old professor who has been guarding it for more than 90 years.

Poof.

The liquid in the weather bottle gushed out, like a diffuse smoke, slowly deforming in mid air under the control of Michelle's hands.

A pen and paper beside him was recording rows of data and items.

Michelle has been doing this kind of climate test for many years, but somehow, he always feels something is wrong recently, the reaction of weather bottle is more and more frequent, and he is more and more difficult to control the liquid in it.

"Are you all right, teacher?" There's a little sound coming from outside the lab.

"It's ok... I may be a little tired..." Michelle breathed, slowly manipulating the water back to the weather bottle.The translucent flow of water deforms like some jellyfish twisting its tentacles.

"Star darl, I can't help you with the latest forecast. The variables have suddenly increased a lot. " Michelle said helplessly. Waving thin hands, increasing control, driving the water back to the weather bottle.

"Good professor. But you haven't had dinner yet? Why don't you come out and eat something before you go on with the experiment? " The sound continued outside.

"Yes, yes, professor. It's not good to be hungry."

"Henry and Millie never eat late."

The noise made up for a tea party.

Michelle smiles and looks at the day when the bottle is refilled with liquid. He turns to the pen and paper, which has been recording things, stops and falls completely.

"Coming, coming." He hobbled to the door with a smile and opened it.

Outside the door, a bunch of chubby little owls blinking their eyes, all of these fat guys the size of watermelon, all crowded in the door to look at Michelle.

They have gray feathers on their bodies. You squeeze me and I squeeze you. Some of them are still pushing each other, and they may fight at any time.

"Well, it's all quiet. I'm finished. Everyone goes back to have a good rest. Don't worry. I may not have a good rest recently, so I feel sleepy. Don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll get some good things and come back for dinner. Make up for it Michelle smiles.

"Well, if you insist. In fact, I don't think your problem is lack of nutrition... "Said the fattest owl.

"Let's go. Let's go." Michelle closed the door with her backhand. The laboratory darkened, and there was no light in the corridor outside.

The transparent weather bottle was still on the experimental table.

With the passage of time, the white silk in the transparent liquid gradually began to move and rotate.

Click.

All of a sudden, a tiny crack broke in the inner wall of the weather bottle, and a little transparent liquid slowly penetrated out.

More and more liquid permeated, more and more, dripping down from the table top, forming a large pool of wet black marks on the ground.

Soon, the amount of water oozing out of the bottle was far more than the amount of liquid it contained.

A large amount of liquid gushed out faster and faster, almost the entire table top of the experimental table was wet through, and the ground below was dripping more and more.

Countless transparent liquids, like living beings, slowly condense and shape, and soon form an image of a white haired old man with some rickets.

"Let me start the first battle..." the old man raised his head, and his face was the face of Professor Michelle.

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 reaction is more and more obvious, we need more manpower In the indoor auditorium, the top echelons of the University of Musca are gathering to discuss more and more recent events from all over the country.

President Maradona sat at the top with two other vice presidents. The presidents of colleges and universities are around the bottom. If the presidents are not present, they are the vice presidents.

At the bottom are professors, then tutors, Faculty assistants.

There is a clear distinction between layers of location.

"We should take the initiative to take the necessary action, instead of spending the whole day in school discussing this, discussing and that!" An old man with red hair patted the table and yelled.

"Hesitation and hesitation are the enemy of the winner!" Another pale man in a silver edged black robe agreed.

"But if we leave, once the strength here weakens, who will guard that?" The director of the Academy of astronomy asked.

"The stars and the new moon tell me that if we act lightly, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Your prophecy is out of date, andura. Now is the age of blood sacrifice! I sacrificed a whole head of mad blade flesh demon, and got the opposite prediction from you. " On the other side, a professor of sacrificial science, an Old Royal Academician, strongly refuted it.

"We should attack! Passive defense will only reduce our morale and give up the victory

"We have our duty. Don't forget the oath of the covenant." An old lady stood up and sternly warned.

What you say about you and what I say about me, almost every professor level exists. They are people with extremely firm beliefs. Everyone thinks that they are right. Several decision-makers also have a headache.

Maradona guessed this a long time ago.

He sighed and clapped his hands.

"Silence."

In the auditorium, the sound died down.

"The question now is not whether we want to, but the trouble is already there..." he looked at Professor Michel at the observatory.

"Michelle, how's the observatory now?"

Some rickets of Michelle is absolutely an anomaly in the school, he has extraordinary observation ability, but the character is isolated, never social, the only friend is Maradona.Hearing the question, he stood up and bowed slowly to the headmaster.

"All right, my dear Maradona. I have repeatedly tested it with hundreds of weather bottles, and there is no trouble in the aspect of evil spirits

"You are responsible for the monitoring of the ordinary surface ground campus, so you have a great responsibility. I hope you don't miss any trace." Maradona nodded.

"I understand." Michelle bowed her head and said, just in the depth of his pupil, a transparent light flashed by.

"By the way, how's the gray hair patriarch? I haven't visited them for a long time. As an owl, it's very rare to live to be 97 years old. "

"Of course, they're all OK. Except for a few new kids who are naughty and like to fight, the rest are very good." Michelle replied with a smile.

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