Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 560 Life Medicine Investigation Report

Zha cremated the doctor's body.

At the funeral, many people came to mourn.Many of them were of the younger generation, and they had known for as long as they could remember that the doctor lived in this neighborhood.People remembered him, stepped forward to say goodbye to him one by one, and then activated the ignition.He burned the body carefully, crushing all the large bone fragments, and sank it into the nearest burial well.

That will be many years.When the burial well is full, people will salvage the sediment inside and fill it into the silt field used for planting.The physician's soul was gone by then.

Zha did not demolish the hut near the mountain, although the white paper and metal pieces that were often placed on the table before the doctor died were all gone.There was nothing of value in the house except the precious darkness with which to contemplate and remember the past.

In order to open a larger workshop, he moved to a place closer to the market.There, life becomes ordinary for a while, and there is nothing strange to say.Outside the house, there is no longer the strange howling wind when it drills through the grotto, only the crushed ice hits the stone bank along the water flow, making a monotonous and crisp single sound.Zha's craftsmanship has improved rapidly, and he has gained some fame.

Years after that, the collectors came again.They were more meticulous and severe than any batch in living memory.No one was appointed as a district representative, these men with metal skeletons went from house to house in person.It is believed that their electric eyes can see through walls and floors, so that nothing can be hidden.

Someone tried to explain when caught.Two or three crystal oscillators have not violated the rules in previous years, and they are just a reasonable reserve for repairing the sound tube and other basic equipment.But the collectors reminded him with actions that private possession was never in compliance with the rules.If someone has not been held accountable for this behavior in the past, it is only a moment of mercy.And it would be shameless and terribly wrong to take such forgiveness as a right for granted.

On that day, whether it was the miners who took four breaks a day, or the carvers and plumbers who took two breaks a day, all the residents closed their doors and windows tightly, as if the whole day became a rest time.The wind outside the house was like a human screaming, suddenly far and near, echoing high in the sky, covering up the crisp sound of the ice floe colliding.Zha does not allow their children to remove the tool board hanging on the wall and put their eyes into the gap in the wall behind, even though they can only see the scene on the ground, but cannot witness what is happening in the dark sky.

After the wind stopped for a long time, people finally walked out of the house.They saw that only a faint red was left in the running water, and that the ice floe was full of pitted dark blood pits. They used poles to stir the ice floe so that the current could wash away the blackened particles.

One wonders why: whether Krishna has become more irritable than in the past, and therefore needs to collect more.And if such rigorous collection is unavoidable, they must know how long it will last.Illumination is not necessary, although there are places where the earth does not shine, but if there is no crystal oscillator, soft gold and iron, there is no crystal diaphragm and sound tube.No electricity.No igniter or heat.There is no growing greenhouse.

On a certain day, the collectors walked into the workshop that was located next to the house.At that time Zha was working with his sons on the inner cores of the vocal tubes.Three people with metal exoskeletons pushed open the door, and walked through the rotating shaft machine that continuously twisted the thin gold wire coils and the tumbling iron flow that was heating.

Zha's eldest son is holding a long pipe and blowing a section of glass shell for the interface.He looked up and saw the leader who was approaching. An eye was born in the upper middle of the face. The pupil was only the size of a pin, and it shone red, like blood that had seeped into the ice hole.He puffed his cheeks as he watched the other person approach.The glass tube swelled into a glass ball.

The leader sat down on top of the spinning machine in front of him, stretched out his metal-coated fingers, and took the red glass ball from the blowpipe, letting it roll on several fingers in turn.This person's face is also a flat and seamless alloy, apart from the eyes, no other holes can be seen.When people look at this face, they cannot see any expression of this person, but see how panicked they are on the flat metal surface.

Zha pulled the eldest son away from the three searchers, and handed over the bag that had been placed in the corner.He is not a person who gathers for a living, and it is relatively easy to hand over the raw materials stored in the workshop.When the leader looked to the other side, he also pushed all the boxes containing the sound tubes over.

Even by the strictest standards, that should satisfy searchers.But the leader still sat there, put the cooled glass ball on the ground, and stepped on it lightly with his foot.

An electric current jumped in the glass ball.Thorn forced Za to turn his eyes away, remembering the horror of the dark wrath he had seen as a child.Although the leader's fingers are covered with metal bones, their joints are very flexible.He gestured faster than flesh and blood.

You didn't live here?the leader asked.

Many people know the answer.Zha had to admit it.Immediately afterwards, he was asked about his original address and why he had to move out.Things are public, and they are simple and clear, and there is no advantage in concealing them.

He answered all questions cautiously, not knowing what they meant.Collectors have been less than happy with the local harvests of the past few years.They said that compared with other regions, the minerals provided here are [-]-[-]% less each year, but the population is no different.They also found that despite the large number of collectors, there always seemed to be fewer returning from here.

Zha bowed his head in humility and put his hands on his knees, indicating that he could not answer these questions.The amount turned in is always at the behest of the Collector, who doesn't know how the local area differs from other areas.He also didn't know if there were fewer collectors.It is believed that their number is inexhaustible.

As he gesticulates, his son and daughter are closely watched by two entourage.And the leader stared at him with twinkling eyes, back and forth on his chest and face.Za also knew they could see through false answers.

The collectors are gone.The next day, people saw the chariot flying to the high ground, looking for other people to collect minerals.No one was overtly happy because everyone knew those eyes could see through walls.

There are not enough raw materials in Zha's workshop, and there are no finished vocal tubes.He had nothing to exchange in the market, and no one else could give him anything.Thankfully the Gatherers never ask for food.No one saw them eating or drinking.

While waiting for the miners to return to the market, he shut down the workshop to save electricity.He spends more time resting in the house, listening to the collision of ice floes outside.He worried about his sister's family who lived on the edge of the highlands, and continued to have turbulent dreams.Childhood memories churned in his mind, the Doctor's featureless, ruthless face flashing intermittently against the sound of the ice slamming.

He dreamed of some scenes that he hadn't particularly paid attention to.The younger sister stood at the table playing with the insects in the bottle, and the doctor sat in the corner, observing her coldly.With white paper between his fingers, he folded it over and over again.

Strangely, Za realized in his dream that he had never seen used paper, or discarded paper, in the single house.All the paper on the table is new without a trace of crease.Paper.Smooth and bright paper like metal.He has seen children draw on paper with their fingernails, but he can't remember what kind of picture was formed in the end.

He also dreamed of the doctor's death.It was a peaceful and dignified way to die for an elderly person.It didn't seem to be death, but just left the house, out of the sight of Zha and everyone around him.He still lives far away from the crowd, does not go to the market, does not buy food, and never opens the door to those who are looking for love.

In other dreams the doctor seemed to be dead all the time.The corpse was lifeless, sitting trapped in the narrow room all day long, like a son who became a sound plumber.The dead man stared at him and his sister for a long time from the corner of the wall.He watched them all the time, like a ghost who has never died.It is believed that the dark sky is crowded with such fools, all staring at the luminous earth all the time.

Why don't you close your eyes?Zha asked in a dream.

The doctor smiled.That was the nameless and sly smile he showed two days before his death.Immediately afterwards, Zha heard the most terrifying and unforgettable voice that he had heard in his childhood.The heavy ringing of the hammer on the human soul, the wrath of the sky that sweeps away all colors.

Zha woke up in bed with a start.He heard a violent sound, like the sound of a mine collapsing.His door—the remains of what had once been a door—was billowing with smoke.Three searchers enter after a choking cloud of scorching smoke.

He wants to gesture.But it was held down.The leader wrapped metal-covered fingers around his wrist, tightening it gently.His wrist bones were shattered.They dragged him out and tied his ankles to a chain.He saw nothing clearly, and then a huge force pulled his feet up, and pulled him towards the terrible and angry black sky.His foot was broken, and his body seemed to be torn apart.

The chariot fell back to the ground.At this time Zha could hardly think of anything.After an unknown period of time, the scalding and severe pain reminded him of his identity.

He saw the needle-like eyes gleaming red, and the dead face reflected from the smooth face, which was, of course, his own.Collectors, returning, beckoned to him.But Zha didn't understand that word.The concept of "being arrested" never crossed his mind at that time.

The leader threw him behind the chariot for another explanation.

You are going to die somewhere else.He told Zha with gestures.

　Get some monthly tickets!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)