Chairman Demville asked tremblingly: "Is it dead?"

The experimenter who observed the movements and stills in the training warehouse reported: "Mr., Doctor, the experimental subject No. 1 has no vital signs."

Many people all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. No one was willing to release such a ghost thing. Just looking at it would be terrible. Once it got out of control, God knew what would happen.

God’s authority is just a good word, high-end, elegant and upscale.

But in other words, it can also be called a forbidden zone for humans. Not to mention looking at it, it is a taboo even if you think about it.

"Look, Mr. Chairman, there is nothing that cannot be killed in front of science. If it doesn't work once, then twice!"

Dr. Moller spread his hands and shrugged proudly.

Science exists for more efficient killing, industry is killing the earth, agriculture is killing animals and plants, medicine is killing viruses and bacteria, and even humans themselves, literature and philosophy are killing more brain cells...

“…”

Demville could no longer speak. Where did Dr. Moller, who was wise and rational in the past, went, and now he only saw a scientist who was in a mad state.

The Chairman did not know whether it was a good or a bad thing to invest in this research institute. He had no idea whether it was a good or a bad thing to study in the future, whether it was to create the future or end the future.

"Wait! Doctor, no, it's not good!"

The experimenter who had just finished reporting suddenly shouted, and he looked at the display screen in front of him with horror.

The various related data interfaces of the life state of the No. 1 experimental subject in the instant monitoring of the cultivation warehouse began to change wildly. To be precise, it should have started to surge in geometrically from the zeroing state.

The motionless monster in the medium liquid suddenly started to move, hitting the glass tube of the culture chamber even more violently than before.

"Oh! No, no no! Don't do this, don't force me!"

Moller pulled his hair in a furious manner, and he had to make a difficult decision.

Boom! ~

The terrifying blue-blue flame released, which instantly filled the glass tube that evacuated the medium liquid.

Through the glass tubes and the isolated bulletproof glass wall in the culture chamber, you can still feel the blazing temperature transmitted by the flames.

Such a flame can only be seen at the engine jet port at the tail of the rocket?

Then I heard a muffled bang, and countless viscous objects filled the inner side of the glass tube, and were then burned to ashes by the flames.

As a last resort, the flame disinfection lasted only thirty seconds. The monsters in the glass tube turned into ashes, and even the carbonized body was not preserved, and the DNA no longer existed.

Even the extracted media liquid was filtered through micron level and vaporized together with the filter material. No abnormal substance could be leaked and all sealed inside the culture chamber.

This expensive special biochemical culture warehouse was declared scrapped, and the substance inside could not be released, nor could the substance outside enter, and it was completely locked.

Chairman Demville, who was still scared, still did not dare to relax, for fear of another monster. He asked tentatively: "No, it's gone?"

"It's definitely gone, only a little bit of ash left. The main ingredients are inorganic salts, including calcium, phosphorus, iron..."

Dr. Moller was very regretful. He couldn't even get the DNA sample of the monster's creature, and had to destroy it to the scum with his own hands.

What a failed experiment.

"That's good, that's good."

Chairman Demville finally breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He thought it would be better to study "Angelic Tears". As for this "Devil's Eye", it is best not to touch it easily.

After all, angels are closer to humans than demons and belong to the kind and orderly party.

The others also had relief expressions on their faces.

"If the 'Angelic Tears' and 'Devil' are put together, I don't know what will happen. Maybe it's creating the world, Mr. Chairman, I'm very much looking forward to it. By the way, when will we find that 'Angelic Tears'?"

Dr. Moller crossed his fingers, his mind was full of excitement, and he did not take the terrible monster just now to heart.

"Uh! Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow!"

Chairman Demville felt that it might be bad or even terrifying to continue to leave Dr. Moller in the institute to tinker with that "devil's eye".

It is best to go east with yourself to look for "Childs of Angels".

The No. 1 experimental subject failed and was forcibly purified by flames. Other experimental subjects are far from mature. Dr. Moller's work can be temporarily released. He considered it and said, "Tomorrow is too hurry, or the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay, you're ready. The day after tomorrow we'll take the Bombardier Club's special plane to Japan."

Chairman Demville nodded and immediately set a schedule.

Dr. Moller is an expert. He doesn't want more people to know about "Childs of Angels" or are unwilling to pretend to others, so he decided to take this trip with the doctor.

"OK."

Dr. Moller sometimes attends meetings, and his luggage is often ready-made and does not require deliberate preparation.

When he arrived at the inner isolation door of the laboratory, he completed the security check verification, and Chairman Demville, who was about to walk out of the door, suddenly seemed to remember something, frowned and turned around, and said with some uncertainty: "Doctor!"

"What?"

Dr. Moller, who was about to lower his head to observe the experimental data, raised his head again and looked at the financial owner at the door of the laboratory.

Chairman Demville hesitated: "When the thing was cracking, my head suddenly hurt, and a word seemed to pop out of my mind."

"apostle?!"

Someone blurted out in the laboratory, not just one, but two.

The others also opened their mouths wide, and their reaction was a beat slower. They seemed to want to say something, but were snatched from the first place.

Almost instantly, the temperature in Laboratory No. 12 suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees Celsius.

Everyone was looking at each other.

The word that popped up in my mind was not an illusion!

...-

Japan Wakayama, Onmyoji family, Imano Dojo.

"Professor Fujiwara, how is my father doing?"

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked out of the house with an old man in a white coat.

Next to them were three young men and women in the same white coat and two female nurses carrying suitcases.

They seem to have just finished a diagnosis.

Hiromi Fujiwara, a professor of medicine at the University of Tokyo, said: "Imano is just a little tired and was a little scared. Just take a few more days off."

"Is that so good? Thank you Professor Fujiwara."

The middle-aged man is Imano Hinata, the second son of the Great Onmyoji Yosuke Imano. Yesterday afternoon, his father returned to Wakayama from Osaka with a gray face. He fell down as soon as he entered the dojo, almost scaring everyone.

The doctor alone invited several groups of doctors, and it was not until the medical authority of the University of Tokyo that Katsuna Imano completely relieved.

"It's okay, this is what we medical practitioners should do."
Chapter completed!