Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 565

Boddy walked up the cold blue stone slope, staring at the rugged snow-covered mountains in the distance.He was still wearing his upper world attire, and the intricate and grotesque honeycomb tattoo on his left shoulder was slightly red in the wind.He hadn't said a word during the journey, but he was doubtless thinking about it all, and even he only glanced over her head as she came up the rocky slope.

Allerica had removed the chain, though Poddy hadn't shown her aggression yet.She also no longer hides her horns, because the residents of Frost House have nothing special to say except surprise.Their population is only one-tenth of that of the upper world, and they don't have a particularly large settlement area. They live a strange life that is sparse and indifferent.

She stepped on top of the rocky slope and smiled at Poddy.The latter returned a playful and alert look.

"That's about lattice defects," she said.

"I don't understand that word," replied Poddy. "Maybe you missed something?"

"This rock under our feet," said Yareriga, "has a very special structure. There will be some dislocations in all the periodic arrangements of particles, so that they can be excited when they are impacted by external energy and emit brilliant light." Light. The sound that fills it here is a potent energy to them."

"That's funny," said Poddy.

"It has some other possibilities. If it releases a more suitable frequency, it may be a very efficient energy source, but it needs some refining."

"I see it. It's one of those dust lamps that keep the lights on at the base, isn't it?"

Boddy turned his head, grinning oddly.

"It's weird," he said, "but I'm starting to think about who you are."

"About my horn?"

"You, and the other one in the boat," said Poddy, "you keep an eye on your own business."

"What is idle business?"

"You're protecting the sculptor boy. You let him sit next to you on the road, not to appease him, but to prevent me from killing him."

"Do you want to do this?"

"Honestly, I don't care. You see, my head hasn't been modified. I understand everything that old voice lineman said. I understand at least as much as you do. I have seen some things. The old people did What—if it seems wrong to you, I won't object."

Allerica rubbed her horns silently.

In a declarative tone, Boddy said, "I'm not the one who lives here. I'm not a screwed-up spy. Whatever they do to the hapless bastards, that's none of my business. We just look Again, that doesn't mean we're special to each other. No, I'm not interested in caring about their fate, nor in their mood. If someone comes to me for this, I'm always on hand. It's our existence way, like those words in your language, ethnic group—it doesn't really exist. It's just a lazy way of saying it. By the word you taught me, we're just animals with independent minds, aren't we?"

"You think more than I thought."

"You love listening to people," Boddy said. "You're pretty good at getting people to talk, in every sense of the word."

"So, tell me, do you want to avenge the immortals? If the person who wiped their consciousness is still alive, you will try to kill him?"

"The Old Man has given me a fairly satisfactory life," Boddy said.He continued to ponder, and Yale Liga knew that the reason he gave was only part of it.But when Poddy broke the silence again, he stopped answering the question.

"I don't think I have a conflict with you," he said. "You had a child with that man? He abandoned you when you had a child?"

"And now you're thinking of a nasty man again."

"I know you are asking about a child who looks similar to that man. I also happened to hear the winged one on your ship say that the child is seeking revenge."

"I never knew the man, nor did I know the boy's connection to him. But I was indeed looking for him, because he had committed a crime out there."

"So you're here to catch this criminal? Is this another business?"

Bodi laughed and turned to look at Yale Liga.Suddenly his expression froze, staring at the void unnaturally.Yale Liga turned her head and looked behind her, only to see the glowing pinnacle covered with frost.

"It's nothing," said Poddy. "I'm just nervous. So what do we do next? Since you can't find the child you're looking for here, I guess you want to continue down?"

"You don't have to follow."

"Of course I have to go down. The man, he said he was dead, but I don't quite believe it. I want to see it with my own eyes. Even if there is no body, it will take a long way. You don't have to worry about me, I am suffering from rhyme disease More patience than usual in this matter. And if I die on the way, it's my own luck."

Even though he said that, Yareriga didn't intend to ignore it.When Bodi walked down the stone slope and went for a walk at the foot of the mountain, she returned to the remote and simple single house.

She crossed the desk where the doctor's white papers had once been, and stroked the dust with her hands.Then she walked to the corner where the doctor used to sit.There is the only seat in the whole house.If Zha's description is true, during the years when the doctor lived in the single room, there was never a second seat in this room.Visitors, young and old, could only stand and talk to the doctor.That wasn't normal hospitality, of course, but most people who could walk through the door were willing to put up with it.

Regarding this eccentricity, the aging Zha offered a relatively benign explanation for his respected elder.He believed that the reason why the doctor did this was that he didn't want outsiders to stay in his house for a long time.Since they have to stand and talk to him, they can only explain the business as quickly as possible, instead of talking about it and doing some useless politeness.

But that's not why physicians always sit in the corner.The biggest secret in this room was finally discovered after the doctor personally pointed it out, but Yale Liga noticed it almost 10 minutes before entering the room.

A rather secret trapdoor, which had existed from the earliest stages of construction of the house, was in the place where the doctor usually sat.Behind the door is a roundabout downward rock staircase, flat and spacious, hardly like a road leading to an underground studio.There will be no risk during this journey, because the doctor has removed all security facilities before leaving.He also took away those things that were not suitable for others to see, leaving only some metal sculptures.According to the doctor's explanation, these sculptures were not made by himself, but the remnants of the fine testing of automated tools.

He intended to destroy it, but ended up keeping a part of it.He specially reminded Zha that if a person with deformed ears and no hair appeared in front of Zha one day, he should bring him here immediately.If the hairless person asks Zafa, don't hide anything.In fact, no matter who it is, if someone asks Zha about himself, he advises Zha to answer truthfully.

Yale Liga walked through a row of fingertip models made of micro-carved crystal oscillators, which looked like the base of the immortal.A stone three-dimensional world map that can be placed on a table, mountains, rivers, underground caves and human settlements are all clearly identifiable.A half-cut metal human body model of equal proportions showed her the unique shape of local organs, especially the layers of sound filter membranes in the ears.On the slate next to it, he explained how this filter membrane gradually formed in the mother's womb and adjusted itself to help the fetus adapt to its birthplace in the language of a set of alliance formulas.

She bypassed these terrifyingly detailed sculptures to look at the deepest part of the workshop.In the corner on the left hand side, there are a dozen black towers of bismuth and gold shining with a dim rainbow light.They are uneven, reaching at most up to Yale Liga's chest.There are no doors and windows, as if it is made of countless identical small square pieces.When the doctor returned to this single room many years later, he always stood near this area, watching these black towers, and communicating with Za.He seemed to be more omnipotent then, and sometimes he knew exactly what Zha wanted to ask before he even had time to make a gesture.

On the other side of the city of bismuth gold pagoda carvings, a bismuth gold flower tree of the same material is pulled up from the base close to the ground.It is the largest decoration in this studio, Yale Liga needs to look up to see those lifelike branches, leaves and flower buds.The producers skillfully controlled the degree of oxidation, making the carved patterns more colorful than the branches and leaves.The rough surface of the branches and the direction of each vein on the leaves are also clearly visible.A branch visibly snapped off at a point just within reach of Yareriga.The branch that has been lost for many years has been put aside for more than 100 years in the hands of the walking corpse-like immortal, and now it is quietly inserted back to its original position by Yale Liga.

(End of this chapter)