Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

The entire room is about 20 square meters, and the floor and walls are covered with densely packed formulas and derivation processes.

It can be seen that the protagonist was first written with a black fountain pen, and after the pen was used up, it turned into blood, and the black was covered with several layers of bright red.

This was thanks to the fact that Xu Ye had just locked the door outside the room.

There was a bulge in the corner of the bed, buried under the quilt, like a small mound of earth in a grave.

Liu Ninghao stepped forward and pulled back the quilt.

He saw Cang Hong, the guy who was so familiar to him, who appeared in his dreams every day and wanted to bite off his bones.

As far as I can remember, I have never seen him so embarrassed.

Cang Hong curled up in the corner, holding a piece of paper in his hand, trembling all over:

"It's done."

"Success!"

Liu Ninghao frowned and took the paper away.

Wang Hua hurried forward to watch.

Cang Hong: "I succeeded."

"From now on, there will be no sequelae when alien creatures merge with each other!"

Cang Hong shed tears as he spoke: "I succeeded."

Wang Hua was puzzled. He squatted down and looked at the old man on the bed: "Is he crying because of happiness?"

Cang Hong didn't respond, but kept shouting that he had succeeded.

Liu Ninghao: "Probably not."

"If he succeeds, he should rush out now and apply this principle to himself."

"No, it worked."

Cang Hong snatched the paper from his hand: "My deductions are all correct."

Wang Hua also felt something was wrong: "Then why don't you use it?"

Xu Ye's voice sounded from behind. He took two sips of jelly. He was a little tired of the milk tea he had just drunk:

"Because he can't move."

"Reagents can help develop a person's brain and aid thinking. His brain was overused and has become useless."

"To put it another way, a person does a lifetime's work in three days and his body is exhausted."

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Wang Hua became interested and took out a set of experimental equipment from his pocket: "Teacher, I have a cell that I want to culture. Can you help me?"

The old man remained indifferent.

Wang Hua forcefully stuffed the equipment into the other person's hands.

"Teacher, this is not right. How can you pour the nutrient solution first and then add the enzyme? Even elementary school students wouldn't make this kind of mistake. Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Cang Hong paused for a moment, poured out the contents, and followed the steps Wang Hua had instructed.

"Teacher, that's not right. There's still some waste left from the last experiment. We can't just throw it away. We have to disinfect it first."

"Teacher, disinfect quickly, hey, finally got it right."

"Why is it wrong again?"

"Teacher, you are wrong!"

"Teacher, why are you like a piece of trash?"

"Teacher, when I was three years old, I was better than you..."

The words "Teacher, you are wrong!" were output crazily and crowded into Cang Hong's mind, making it impossible for him to ignore them.

Cang Hong suddenly yelled and threw everything in his hands to the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes full of regret.

He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. His originally plump and fleshy cheeks became sunken in just a few days. He also lost a lot of weight, and his arms were as thin as a bamboo pole.

At this moment, he really looked like an old man over a hundred years old, already in his twilight years.

Wang Hua laughed: "Master, it's not that you don't want to use the experiment on yourself, it's that you don't know how to do it..."

"You are so miserable. You have finally come up with the results of your research, but now you have no way to implement them."

"What do you think you're studying this for?"

Liu Ninghao added, his hands in the pockets of his white coat: "For the sake of our long-term relationship as a teacher and apprentice, I can help you apply this research and inject it into your body."

Barrage: "Xiao Haohao is so nice, are you ready to forgive the master?"

"That's fine too. Cang Hong's research results have not been in vain, and I won't have to suffer from the rejection of the fusion in my body in the future."

"Why do I feel that this is not the case? Although Liu Ninghao's tone is normal, it always feels weird."

"Get out, get out—"

For a genius who is passionate about exploring scientific research, hearing such words is a great humiliation.

He couldn't do experiments anymore, he had lost what he loved most, he was finished...

How could someone who has been proud all his life bear such a gap?

There is a saying that goes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

He is a child of destiny. No matter in the human world or in the context of the revival of ghost stories, he is already one of the people standing at the top, like the stars in the sky. Others can only look up at him from the ground.

Cang Hong's pupils dilated, his breathing became heavier, and after a few breaths, he was completely silent.

Liu Ninghao seemed unconvinced and placed his fingers on the man's philtrum over and over again.

After his death, his original appearance was completely revealed. His neck was covered with scales, his body had a green tortoise shell, and his feet were covered with hair from an unknown animal.

Wang Hua explained: "It's a maned wolf, used to increase height."

In nature, maned wolves have four long legs. In order to beautify his body proportions, Cang Hong was injected with maned wolf genes.

Barrage: "I didn't realize that Cang Hong is quite fond of beauty."

"I noticed that the few experimental subjects he picked before all looked pretty good."

"Lao Deng is a lecher."

"Don't blame him. It's just human nature."

Looking at the silent old man on the bed, Liu Ninghao closed his eyes: "You are finally dead."

No one noticed that his hands, which had been in his pocket, were already bloody.

On the other hand, Wang Hua was forging iron nearby.

The red-hot iron liquid was poured into the corpse's mouth, not even sparing the nostrils and ears.

……

When Xu Ye and the other two came out, the other people in the hall had also disappeared.

The poison gas released by Xu Ye had a certain time effect. It was probably because these people had been asleep for too long that they gradually woke up. They all escaped while he was dealing with other things in the room.

He didn't pay much attention to these.

He is not a murderer who wants to kill everyone who has seen him.

Besides, he had promised them before that he would not let the experimental subjects die.

He is a kind person...

Liu Ninghao: "Go check the storage room."

"it is good."

The three of them walked downstairs. What none of them noticed was that the table where Xu Ye had had his early morning tea was empty.

While going downstairs, Xu Ye noticed that the three people were all wearing white clothes, uniformly.

He spoke:

"Do we look like an angel team?"

Liu Ninghao couldn't believe it, and his tone was a little fluctuating: "What kind of team are you talking about?"

"Oh, my ears don't work well." Xu Ye pulled his ears to check: "Angel, I mean angel. In our place, people like us are called angels in white."

"Oh, it is what you said." Liu Ninghao's expression returned to normal, he touched his nose, and continued walking forward.

Barrage:

Netizen A expressed his support: "Boss Xu Ye is right. The difference between devil and angel is only a thought away. Boss Xu Ye is an angel, the kind who is here to punish devils."

Netizen B imitated Liu Ninghao's tone and said calmly: "Oh, if you say so, then so be it."

Netizen C: "The first poster, I now understand why the ancient emperors liked treacherous ministers so much."

Netizen D: “Hahaha.”

Netizen F: “Hahahaha.”

From this floor on, I don’t know what evil wind came, and everyone laughed “Hahahaha” in unison.

……

The storage room was on the right side of the first floor. Due to professional habit, it was not very messy inside, and Liu Ninghao quickly found his things.

A stuffed sparrow.

A stick.

There is also a bound photo album.

Xu Ye picked up the sparrow specimen, which was placed in a glass jar. A frame was built with gold wire under its feet. The feathers looked lifelike, but they were already lifeless.

Liu Ninghao: "This is a wounded sparrow I rescued when I first came here, and my junior brother and I secretly feed it every day."

Wang Hua remembers this incident: "One day, the sparrow finally recovered from its illness. My brother and I fed it one last meal and planned to release it."