One hour ago.

Carmier is a researcher at the Institute of Magical City Warcraft. To outsiders, this is definitely a decent and high-end job. After all, Magical City represents the highest technology and productivity level in the mainland, at least one hundred years ahead of other parts of the mainland. But he himself knows that although the institute is not big, it is very differentiated in it, and he is just a small shrimp.

The Personnel Department is high above all else. Let’s not talk about this kind of non-discussion organization. The experimental department, analysis department, and R&D department are all big bosses among the big bosses, and produce various results. They are the mainstay of the research institute; the dispatch department, execution department, and evaluation department are responsible for monetizing the results of the big bosses and belong to the backbone department of the research institute; the comprehensive department, logistics department, and finance department are in charge of the institute’s materials and funds, and are rich in resources.

The observation department I belong to is an unpopular among the unpopular. The grassroots at the grassroots are nominally part of the research institute, but in the eyes of many colleagues, they are just a third-rate miscellaneous department, responsible for collecting messy information, and are the kind of "can be replaced by a dog."

In fact, the name of the observation department sounds nice, but the main daily task is to carefully read all the pictures taken by the magic-eyed elves who placed the institute in various wildernesses, roughly screen out the abnormal and meaningful fragments, and then organize them into indexed recording magic crystals, and hand them over to other departments for research and analysis.

The technical content here is pitiful. Carmier always feels that he is a personal film viewing machine. If one day, the group of perverts in the Immortal District of the Magic City invented the puppet that automatically recognizes the picture, he probably will be laid off the next day.

It shouldn't be like this. I am a top student who graduated from the "Mysterious Eye Academy" in the highest institution of magic cities. How could he fall to this point?

After complaining for a while, Kamair forced himself to make a fuss and reluctantly opened the magic network terminal in front of him:

"Dingding Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

Sure enough, the continuous "file has been received" prompt sounded, with almost no interval in the middle, as if urging death, which made other colleagues around him look over, and their eyes were full of dissatisfaction. Carmire smiled awkwardly at the surroundings, and received a complaint of "Why have you always forgotten to mute the terminal?"

Even though the Observation Department is already at the bottom of the Institute of Warcraft, the division of three or six grades still exists in the department, and it is even more detailed.

For example, Kamier is the "nine-class". Most of the images he is responsible for watching come from the demon-eyed elves placed in the barren parts of the elements. Most of the places with only one or two levels of monsters, and level three is very rare. The concentration of elements is low, the monsters are weak and there is less chance of mutation. The images in these places have nothing except the daily eating, drinking, urinating, sleeping and urinating of the monsters. Can you find a fart result?

What’s even more disgusting is that because these places are relatively safe, the magic city has sprinkled a large number of magic-eyed elves, disguised as stones, bird eggs, tree stumps, hippo dung, fake monkeys, fake Johnny, fake Gyarnosaurus, etc., filming day and night, with very large images!

In the Observation Department, Carmier's work is the most arduous, but his status is the lowest! Several colleagues who observed Level 4, Level 5, and Level 6 Warcraft all discovered dozens of suspicious mutations and submitted them, and received a considerable amount of bonuses. But he has not even opened it yet!

Work quickly!

Carmire lamented in his heart that the section chief's eyes were getting worse and worse recently. If he could not produce results in the near future, he would probably have to roll the bed and leave! After receiving all the files from the Magic Net terminal, he rubbed his eyebrows and directly applied a "mentally overload" spell to himself!

There is no way. If you follow the speed of ordinary people reading, you can't finish reading such a huge amount of information. Carmier can only use dark magic to force his spirit and browse overload at twenty times the speed.

I will definitely lose my life!

After moaning for a while in his heart, Kamair devoted himself to work!

The first portion, bears eat fish, garbage, pass!

The second serving is that tigers eat sheep, garbage, pass!

The third part is the egg-holding of the wonderful frog seeds, garbage, pass!

The fourth part, the iron armor pupa evolved into Ba Dadu, garbage, pass!

The fifth part is that elephants are using strong, garbage, and pass!

The sixth part... trash, pass!

seventh……

...

Soon, more than two hundred copies passed. Carmier had already been furious with a split headache by the flashing images of high speed, but he knew that he could not stop, at least he could not rest before being dizzy, otherwise he would definitely not complete today's task indicators!

The 237th portion, the chameleon is eating mantis, garbage, pass!

The 238th portion, the chameleon is eating mantis, garbage, pass!

In the 239th, the mantis cut the chameleon into serious injury, garbage, pass!

Chapter 240... Wait!? What was that part just now?! A ten-centimeter-long mantis actually cut off the chameleon's tongue?!

Carmire suddenly felt energetic. He quickly turned off the "mental overload" and called out 239 images. He wanted to watch them carefully, but unexpectedly, he burst out as soon as he saw them for the first time!

"What's wrong?!"

His exclamation attracted all his colleagues. Everyone left their seats and stood behind him to watch them together, marveling one by one!

"Damn it! It's the first time I've seen such a fierce mantis!"

"This sword is absolutely amazing! No matter how I think he will die, he can even kill a bloody path!"

"It's obvious that your computing power is under this mantis!"

"This mantis is not even a second-level monster, right?! How did it slash such a big and sharp half-moon slash?!"

"It's mutated! Carmier, you've made money. Congratulations on finally opening!"

"Congratulations! The bonus is given, don't forget to invite... Saint's damn light! What did I see?!"

"Grass! How can mantis actually wear camouflage clothes?! Or is it with bird poop patterns?!"

"That's the skin of the guano spider! The appearance is so intact, can this mantis still tailor it?!"

"This wisdom is too high, right?! Is this really the wisdom that a level one monster should have?!"

"This is definitely a mutation, super mutation! Carmier, you are lucky!"

"Ah! Hello Section Chief! When are you here?"

Hearing this hello to the section chief, the researchers present were shocked and quickly turned around. They saw the observing section chief Berns, who was a little bald, stood at the end of the day. At this time, he was staring at the screen tightly without blinking!

With a few greetings, Berns ignored it at all. He reached out and pushed the crowd away, came to Carmier's terminal, played the video several times, and the more he watched it, he became more and more happy. He suddenly turned around and pointed at Carmier and said happily:

"You have made great contributions this time! Let's go and meet the director with me!"
Chapter completed!