Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 835 Entom Scholar Zhang Family

Chapter 835 The Entomologist Goes Home

There was a time when Jania doubted the details of any horror story.Suspiciousness is about specificity, such as the extreme stench of human remains and grease that is different from other animals, or can make a bold person faint with fright.No, she believed someone would go mad with fright at the sight of a corpse, but that wasn't what the corpse did, it was the danger the corpse suggested.

A dead body that does not imply danger and pain is not frightening.For example, a corpse at a farewell ceremony, or a corpse that has been carefully processed and placed in a specimen bottle.Jania had been to her grandfather's funeral, and the face sleeping among the lilies and daisies didn't look frightening at all.Grandpa's grooming has been meticulously groomed, though it still looks very different than in life, like a plaster dummy made in her grandfather's image.

Jania had never actually seen the dead body.She'd only seen it in a photo album Malcolm had hidden away.It is cleverly affixed to the back of the drawer in the far corner of the studio and concealed with a layer of veneer in the same color as the drawer.Maybe it was all to keep Jania from finding out, but Jania knew it long before she was in high school.She secretly investigated the only signature on the album, and even found a photo of him and Malcolm in their youth.Luca Baker was a war correspondent before his disappearance.There is not much information about him that can be found online, it seems that this person disappeared four years ago.

In the photo album Baker left for Malcolm, Jania saw wars, refugees, and human remains.The wounds caused by those wars are not what objective words describe at all, there are no small round bullet holes or bloodstains passing through the chest, but pure merciless tyranny, which is the source of people's imagination of purgatory.The horror isn't telling you that the person in the picture is dead, it's telling you that people can be killed this way.If your peers can, so can you.

Baker's last letter to Malcolm is hidden in the interlayer of the album cover, which smells of gunpowder and rust.The content of the letter is full of ominous and weird, it seems that Baker is in a dangerous and hasty situation.He tells Malcolm not to come looking for him, never, and that if strangers come to Malcolm, watch them look in bright light because "they'll melt".

Witnessing the purgatory scenery again and again may have caused serious damage to Luca Baker's spirit, and even led to the illusion of being haunted by evil spirits.But if there are indeed things beyond common sense in this world, Baker may have actually seen something other than hallucinations.Jania tried to insinuate Malcolm, but her father said nothing, and there had been no suspicious visitors to their home in years.Those words from Luca Baker only occasionally appear in the chaotic moments when Jania wakes up from nightmares—they melt.

will melt.Like snow meets boiling water.It's like the human body encounters iron juice.Luca Baker's diction is subtly evocative.If he had encountered a vampire, as they were told in popular stories, he would have used words like "burn" and "purify," but "melt" conjured up something cold.

"Do you feel cold?" Chirabin said, "I see you are shaking."

Jania's thoughts had gone far at that moment, leaving her drenched flesh and blood alone in the sea, and rushed back to the woods next to Regenberg like thunder and lightning.Luca Baker, who had never met, read the last letter in her ear.They will melt. "they".Is grotesque the normal state of the world in those places that have not been ruled by the order of human life, in those places that cannot be captured by eyes and lenses?She felt as if she was being torn apart, living two completely different lives in two places at the same time.She had encountered a nightmare-like shipwreck, but at the same time she was also asleep on the bed, dreaming chaotic and cloudy dreams.She was experiencing a life full of horror, but at the same time lived an extremely ordinary life.Reality is irrelevant, and what you see is just a tiny illusion floating in the universe.

She thought of her older brother.Life is unreal.It's full of tears and disguises.Witnessing a double reality and feigning oneness is a precursor to madness—is that the reason for the trip to Africa? And what solution can be found in the rainforest?

A piece of heat covered her forehead, which was Chirabin's right hand.He probed Jania's forehead with his rough and hot palm, and then waved in front of her eyes, as if to make sure that she was frightened by what had just happened.

"Are you okay, over?" he asked. "Can you hold on? Or do you need a little sleep first? I promise nothing will happen while you sleep."

Jania shook her head.She still felt a sense of alienation from reality, but she knew she couldn't rest.Closing her eyes and pretending nothing happened, letting her thoughts escape into the shadows of dreams, that wasn't her way of doing things.

She calmly pinched her thigh with her nails.The pain made her understand what kind of life she was leading now.Go ahead, whatever the hell this is, start with the first thing at hand now.

"I'm fine," she said.It was like a spell, allowing her to regain control of her body.She threw away the toy-like manual inflator, inflated the swimming ring with her mouth, and handed it to Chirabin.During this process, Chilabin did not intervene, but just looked at her.

"Is that enough for him?" Jania asked.

"I don't think we can find anything better for now. Zhou, what do you say?"

"that's it."

Zhou Wenxing's voice came from behind Jania's head.Judging from the location of the sound, he was still in the sea, but Jania didn't hear the sound of paddling.Out of an instinct, she didn't dare to look back at the man who crawled out of the shark's mouth—could he still be called a man?Did she really see the whole process clearly?
"We have to find a way with this pile of materials sent by kind people." Chilabin said, throwing the swimming ring over Jania's head, "Don't worry, I'm very good at rafting, let me alone People can handle it. But Zhou, you're freaking out with this move. You're not going to apologize?"

"She's not frightened by me."

"I'm not freaked out," Jania said.She finally turned to look at the man left in the sea.

Zhou Wenxing stayed vertically in the sea like Argo before.Half of his body was hidden under the surge, and it was impossible to tell what was holding him up.But anyone who knew how to tread water would know that he was not swimming, just by looking at his arms hanging close to his body, in his straight, effortless posture.He is basically standing in the sea, in a body of water that changes all the time.He was like a water ghost, Jania thought, and she wouldn't be too surprised if his skin suddenly turned white and swollen, and he came at her with pointed nails and teeth.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.Zhou Wenxing didn't change much, he even smiled politely at her.If these actions of his were not enough to make children cry loudly at night, his right arm pushed him one step further into the image of a living corpse.The right arm was still mostly where it was, but Jania didn't know how to describe the injury.She didn't know what caused that.Shark stomach juice?Or some horrible thing Argo did?As she stared at the red, vaguely outlined arm, the word from Luca Baker's suicide note came to her mind again: melting.Not a burn, not a corrosion.Not a lesion.There is no better word to melt.

"Are you afraid of blood?" Zhou Wenxing said.His questioning voice was very calm, not like knowingly asking threats.

"Not afraid." Jania replied.She lowered her head again to look at the waves that submerged Zhou Wenxing's lower body.She seemed to see that the water was darker than elsewhere, but it might just be her own imagination.

"Great," Chilabin said. "Stay there, both of you, and let me dispose of this pile of stuff. Don't worry, it's easy to deal with."

For a moment Jania thought Chirabin was joking.She did think about making a bamboo raft to escape to the shore, but that was not so much a plan as a kind of self-comfort in a desperate situation.She had never built a raft before, and watching Malcolm at work taught her that many manual tasks were not as easy as they seemed.It might take her a day or two to set up a bamboo raft on the shore, not to mention that she doesn't even have a machete or a rope now.Jania wouldn't be surprised if the things they made fell apart as soon as they hit the water.

However, Chirabin seems confident about this job.He did work like a farmer, too.He wiped his rough, red palms lightly on the tarp, and pulled a bamboo out of it as if by magic.The bamboo was as thick as Jania's arm, and it took a lot of effort just to pull it out, but when Chirabin did this, Jania didn't even feel much movement in the bamboo pile under her.Then Chirabin stood up the bamboo and held it in his palm, just like an ant holding a matchstick straight up.Jania was amazed at this gesture of his.If it weren't for the inappropriate environment, she would have wanted to applaud this red-skinned weirdo.

"I'm good at doing farm work." Chilabin seemed to say with a hint of pride, then reached under the tarp and tore off a section of black tape from there, "I lived on the farm when I was young, and all kinds of All kinds of manual work. I could have been the best farmer in the area, but my old man thought I was smarter and I could do more amazing things. So he sent me to school."

"Do you think working on the farm is more interesting than reading?"

"It's hard to say, after all. I must admit that my eyes have been broadened, which I didn't get when I stayed on the farm. But sometimes I think it's better to stay there. The more you see The less you get, the less trouble you'll get. I may say this like I'm ignorant, but I'm telling the truth. I'm not afraid of hard work. When I was on the farm, I wanted to be the same I'm sure I'll be able to do anything in the end. But when you start studying, things get messy. Do you ever feel that way?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Captain."

"I'm talking about should, come on. When you do farm work, you just need to achieve your goals. You want a new shed, so you build a new shed. But if you want to be my dad The 'big thing' is very different. You not only have to think about how to do it, but also whether you should do it. I'm not good at dealing with the second kind of problem, but I think you are quite good at it. "

"How do you know that?"

"It's just a feeling, over the top. You give off the impression that you know what you're going to do at all times. You're very decisive—though if I'm being honest, Jennifer, sometimes being decisive isn't always a good thing. You If you never hesitate to do things, you will miss the chance of variables. And you will become very predictable, because you are like that. Did I mention that I have a niece?"

"No... I don't remember you saying that."

"Then I have a niece, now. She's older than you, and probably about your mental age, because she's a country girl, not as bold and alert as you. But she has some very remarkable qualities— —It's amazing, and I think she'd surprise the world if she'd been given a chance to show it off. What a pity! She didn't make it in the end. But I'm not surprised, I knew it would be. But, if You could change the situation with her, and I think that could make a big difference. That would be interesting."

"What happened to her?"

"She had a terminal illness, and I think she died before it was fully developed—but let's not say that! It's too early to tell. Maybe I owed her, but I didn't I hope that girl has some good luck. Do I look like a bad uncle, come on? My classmates once said that I don't look like a person with a conscience, what do you think?"

"I don't think so, Captain. You... are an interesting man. A little mysterious, but not too bad. I think so now."

"Oh, that's a touching compliment. I wish it had lasted a little longer, by the way. It'd be nice if you still think so when I die."

This man has no brains to talk to, Jania thought.She couldn't figure out how Chirabin was able to jump around on different topics, but she didn't particularly hate it.Chi Labin may be a strange guest, but compared with Zhou Wenxing, she is more willing to chat with him.This ugly red-skinned man did have an aura that she was familiar with, a kind of loose and easy-going, but at the same time very polite.That's kind of like Malcolm.Jania would not say that Malcolm is the best man in the world, but she is very willing to be friends with people with Malcolm's personality.

She watched as Chilabin twisted the old tape into ropes and expertly tied them between two bamboo poles.It is not easy to use the old soaked tape as a rope, but Chirabin's hands seem to have magic power.In the time they've been chatting, he's tied the two bamboo poles together so tightly and firmly that Jania can't even see how his knot is twisted.Immediately afterwards, he took out a third bamboo pole from under them. If this trend continued, Jania estimated that they might be able to get back to the shore before dawn.

"Don't just stare there, turn your head," Chirabin urged.

"Sorry, I don't think I can help. I can't learn how you tie the raft."

"Oh, no, you don't need to come here. I mean, please say something, please. I can do hard work, but I can't bear boredom and dullness. After all, studying in the city is for I have a bit of a bad habit. Would you mind continuing to chat with me? If you don't want to talk to me, then chat with Zhou. I like to listen to people talk, and I can say anything. My niece is also very chatty , you've sat at the same table with her, and you know she has three sheep with three different names. Do you have a favorite animal, head?"

Jania hesitated, then said, "Wolf."

"Really? Why? I guess you'd prefer felines."

"They're not as dexterous as cats, but they're tough ... and they have an interesting social structure."

"What about dogs? Isn't a dog a man's best friend?"

"Yes, of course. I have a dog too. His name is Leo, and he's a harrier. He also saved my life. But I thought we were talking about wild animals."

"Do you feel guilty about domestication, come on? Of course I believe you didn't abuse your dog, and he really loves you. But maybe deep down you also know that he was selected for loving you , there is no choice but to love you. From the level of power, it is no different from the chicken and beef that is on your table every day, just a more fortunate domesticated. You will feel that you are not worthy of it Loyal? Would you consider that a sin? Is that why you chose to say wolf instead of dog?"

"I haven't thought about it, Captain. It's a very novel idea to me, and I'll think about it later. What about you? Are you against domesticating dogs? Or are you an animal rightsist?"

"Oh, I guess what I'm doing isn't quite right. I'm just asking because I happen to be thinking of something about crime. But, at the end of the day, if you want to talk to someone who loves animals, look back at Look behind yourself."

Jania turned around.She saw Zhou Wenxing standing in the waves like a water ghost.Their eyes met, and Jania thought to hell.

"Unexpected?" Chi Labin buried his head in the knot and said, "Zhou is a vegetarian, and he is also very good at using herbs to heal livestock. If you want to find someone who never harms animals for his own benefit, I will I recommend him to you without hesitation."

(End of this chapter)

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