Kathaga kept lifting Ai Hou downstairs before throwing him away.
"The sand experiment is ready. I won't mention you, a stupid pig, and will you throw away all your surnames in the strange game at once?"
"Damn it! Today is the weekend! Do I not want to rest?"
There were bruises on Ivis' face and forehead at different degrees, and he was obviously gnawed by basketball (to beg for death).
Carl really wanted to lift the dog's skull and see what flavor of feces was in his mind.
"Are you still in the mood to take a weekend off?" Carl pointed to Ai Gou's feces head and cursed: "When a detective, there is no weekend! You are not a supermarket cashier! What you are carrying is the safety of the Federation. You must always be alert to evil elements who destroy social security and damage people's lives and property. You will also talk to me about the weekend!"
"It's really... so tall?" Ai Gou's eyes widened.
If Carl was really angry, he didn't dare to swear his nose, and he disappeared, saying, "Who is still a police detective! It's better to be a supermarket cashier, don't think about anything, just resist two bricks, get off work at the right time, and have weekends..."
"So you need to have this awareness. As an agent, you always raise your chest and walk in the forefront of danger, and do not miss any opportunity to improve yourself. If you have any negligence, it is not as simple as finding the wrong money in the supermarket, but the people's lives are in danger!" Carl said with a heartache.
"Then... I've known this a long time ago! Isn't that what the first article on the first page written on the agent's code? You need to emphasize it to me again!"
Avis muttered dissatisfiedly, although his movements of getting up were a bit obedient, he still walked into the building obediently.
Use your stubbornness to hide the embarrassment of admitting guilt.
"The first article of the agent's code is to strictly abide by the provisions of the Constitution and the Eight Major Laws!"
Before Carl's last project was finished, the second project was seamlessly connected, and immediately got angry again.
All the books that Avis memorized were read into the dog's belly!
"That's the second one!"
Avis paused his feet, filled with fear of being dominated by reading.
"It's obviously Article 11!"
Teacher Ka randomly checked and failed to endorse the letter, and his hospice care was particularly stunning.
Avis's face gradually distorted, and he became angry: "Okay! Did you ask me to recite the book or play with sand? Can't you start directly? It seems like a ritualistic feeling to bury me, right?"
Quirk, sophistry.
The door of Laboratory No. 401.
Carl asked Ives to mark the word "Ai" on the door.
"The door won't eat me in and then close it all day, right? Or just bite my finger off?" Avis raised his finger and turned his head to promise Carl again, "Last time, I was scared by Quark's perverted goal, and you even called me lazy."
Carl kicked his ass and expressed his true feelings of urging.
Avis covered his precious butt and solemnly wrote his first name on the door.
A magical thing happened - a golden light lit up on all sides of the door, and the door opened.
“Wow!”
“Get in.”
Carl shot and kicked him into the lab without waiting for Aigo to play.
This dog got the authorization of Laboratory No. 401 for a time, so the door naturally won't make things difficult for him anymore.
Aigou staggered and fled to the bottom of the experiment.
The curly quark wearing a white coat and goggles was condescending, and his eyes were full of contempt, "Baby, my dad is very dissatisfied with you."
Ivis quickly jumped up, raised his palms to his chin, and made a move to start fighting.
“Put on.”
Carl threw a white anti-static coat to accurately cover the sand sculpture of Ivis.
The sculptor was covered in his head, and he pulled it a few times, pulled it off and put it on, looking at the laboratory with a novel "wow".
There are long iron racks on all sides of the experiment bench, filled with various instruments, test tubes and tools that cannot be called by Ivis.
From Ivis's perspective, it looks more like the top ten tortures and anatomical tools.
The experiment bench in the middle is square, covered with thick matte mats, like glass and plastic, with a mini operating robot arm on it and a huge shallow glass cylinder.
The jar was filled with something that made this sculpted man dizzy - sand.
Next to the huge shallow glass cylinder, super energy analyzer, microscope, rows of droppers...
Ives asked: "Am I a guest star as a scientist today?"
"Science scum is usually called experimental subjects by us. You are like this sand, a guinea pig."
Carl put on goggles, rubber gloves, and a large headphone handed over by a quark, and then approached the laboratory bench.
These thin sand spread in the shallow glass jar made him unable to concentrate completely and had to block it out in order to maintain his mental power for experiments.
"Initial Experiment Description."
The quark pen is lifted and the experiment description column is ready to write the content.
"The thousands of voices are very subtle and you can't hear the contents inside without careful discernment."
Carl took off one ear, listened to it, then quickly covered it, filtered it out, "It's all mixed together, it's the human voice, but there is no sound wave vibration, it's not physical, others can't hear it, I can't hear it before, it's only after the gatekeeper of Lu Yisi's dimension channel infiltrated."
"Um."
When curly quarks write carefully, they are completely different from the pervert who always pretends to behave when fighting, and their style is very rigorous scientists.
"Avis, briefly describe how you see and feel when you see these sands." Carl reminded.
"Ah? Didn't I describe it?"
“It’s more specific…”
Carl's upper eyelid was pulling down and he was about to start glaring. Ives said quipsly:
"You guys think it's sand. I think it's like a layer of watermelon pudding is laid on the sand. There are too many red shadows, and it's dense and thick."
"How thick is it? Will it move?" Quark asked.
"So thick," Avis compared the distance between his index finger and his thumb. "I dare not look at it directly, and I don't know if they are moving."
"One or five centimeters." Quark Moe took up the transparent glass ruler emotionally and gestured, and after recording it, he said: "Describe the shape."
"A layer of watermelon pudding, didn't I just say it?! Are you deaf and have you seen watermelon pudding?" Avis was impatient.
Quark had no choice but to write down words such as "watermelon red", "dense overlap without gaps", and asked again: "Does the individual inside have noses and eyes? Is it a human form?"
"I didn't look carefully, I would feel dizzy after watching it, I don't know."
"Look with a magnifying glass."
Quark handed Avis a magnifying glass with a big face. Not to mention it was a magnifying glass, Avis thought Quark, the psychopath, handed him a mirror and asked him to look in the mirror.
"I don't want to see it, I'm dizzy." Avis didn't answer the magnifying glass, "Hey, why are you so troubled? You always ask me questions, but you don't ask Carl. You are trying to make things difficult for me, right?"
"Are you worthy?"
One is a super scientist and a federal craftsman who is arrogant and stands on the top of the ceiling of the Federal Superpower.
One is a student who is full of dogs, useless, and has a lot of appetite.
The biggest thing they have in common is that they are often called perverts and neurotics.
"Ah! Come on! You are not allowed to use super powers. If you can walk through ten moves, I will kneel down and kowtow to call you grandpa!"
Avis suddenly slid back and posed as if the big roc spread its wings and the golden rooster was independent, hoping to have a fair duel with the Quark.
He had been upset when he saw Quark!
Chapter completed!