He never thought that there were even worse people in this world, except that the sound from behind the bookshelf made him suddenly start to doubt his own opinions.
The crow on the bookshelf had a slightly tilted head, as if urging the male witch who had suddenly fallen silent.
Zheng Qing took a light breath and climbed out of the coffin with difficulty. Because of his loss of magic, his hands and feet were a little weak at this moment and he couldn't lift up any strength.
It seems that the cup of tea not only has the effect of sleepiness but also has the effect of forbidden demons, but also makes people feel weak in their hands and feet.
I just didn't know if it would eliminate the defensive ability that came with the body, this thought flashed through his mind.
Bypassing the bookshelf, Zheng Qing felt enlightened.
In front of me is a spacious laboratory with several neatly arranged smooth test benches, some are empty, some are lying on the body with tubes, and some are covered with glass cabinets, with unsettling fine tentacles attached to the glass.
Around the walls, glass jars of varying heights stand, filled with magical creatures with hideous appearances; the walls are clean and there are no windows, and shadowless lights are hung under the ceiling on each test bench.
But there is only one figure in the huge laboratory.
Thomas was wearing a white robe and stood in front of an empty test bench. He was sorting out the experimental instruments around the table, connecting hoses of varying thickness to the instrument, and hanging soft bags similar to normal saline on the rack.
Zheng Qing noticed that there was an area behind Thomas surrounded by white cloth curtains. Judging from the length of the curtains, it should be a test bench inside.
Hearing the boy's soft footsteps.
The owner of the laboratory ordered without raising his head: "Come here and do a favor... wipe the platform. There was an ogre on it before, which made it a little dirty."
Zheng Qing rubbed to the test bench and saw many black oily stains remaining at the corners of the table.
Although he couldn't raise a trace of magic now, he had not lost the wizard's instinctive judgment yet, and could clearly feel the strange ogre aura coming from the stains.
Obviously not left by the serious ogre.
"Who is this platform for?" he asked with a glimmer of hope.
"Of course it's you." Thomas still didn't look up, but his tone was a little curious, as if he was wondering why he asked such a stupid question.
The worst thing a sheep thinks of may be that the wolf destroys the river upstream. It is hard to imagine that his ultimate fate is to be lying on the dining table with a broken belly, or to be eaten by his anus when he is alive.
What's worse is that judging from the current situation, it seems that the sheep still needs to clean the dining table by itself.
Zheng Qing looked at the metal light reflected on the test bench, as if he had seen his body lying on it with tubes inserted into it. His eyes passed by the sharp knife of different sizes and lengths placed on the shelf on one side of the test bench. He couldn't help but turn his gaze and asked what he couldn't understand the most.
"Does your behavior hurt me?"
He raised his hand and touched the injured part of Zhou's arm last year, and emphasized his tone: "...I signed a 'risk prohibition contract' with you before! I remember it very clearly that there is no time limit for that contract! In other words, you can't hurt me in other places except the Fringe Academy project you mentioned!"
That contract greatly affected Zheng Qing's judgment of Thomas.
The man in a white robe finally looked up and glanced at the boy.
“There are exemptions for that deed.”
Thomas calmly reminded his young colleagues in the second year of college: "Before signing the contract next time, remember to read the inconspicuous small words at the end of the text. Never think that the standard contract has no risks, and don't think that nonsense is meaningless. It is precisely because it is a standard contract that its wording is more stringent...it will avoid any uncertainty."
Zheng Qing's eyes were wide open.
I subconsciously touched my belt and wanted to see what the hell was that exemption clause.
But he forgot that his gray cloth bag had been taken away and he was empty again.
A low ridicule came from behind the white curtain - it was the female voice Zheng Qing had heard in the coffin before. This time he heard it clearly and unexpectedly felt that both voices were familiar. Then, a blank risk prohibition contract floated out from behind the tent, floating in front of Zheng Qing, and brushing away the doubt that he had just risen away.
The boy had no idea who was behind the curtain and couldn't wait to turn to the end of the contract.
But after reading it several times, the nonsense clauses were still like nonsense, extremely empty, making him unable to think of where he was wrong.
"Illegal experiments are not allowed, personal injury to Party B is not allowed, etc., except for the exemptions for these articles - magic experiments conducted under the supervision of the school."
Thomas sorted out the gaps between the test bench and gave a very kind advice: "The meaning of school supervision is that the human experiment is registered in the first-level institution of the school and signed by the head of the first-level institution."
hiss.
Zheng Qing took a breath of cold air, looked around, and looked at the hideous creatures and organs floating in the glass jars, and suddenly felt a little chill on his back.
"What does a first-level institution mean?" He asked in a low voice.
Thomas did not look up and explained patiently: "The first university has a total of ten first-level institutions, including four colleges, four research institutes, school working committees, and professors' joint meeting... I know what you are thinking, but I advise you not to doubt any of the above."
Zheng Qing felt that his thinking was unprecedentedly clear.
"Is the Fringe Academy a first-level institution?" he asked softly.
Thomas was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Ah...yes, I almost forgot that you are a teaching assistant from a marginal background and a marginal college... It should also be considered a first-level institution of the school. I don't know much about the new college."
His wording is somewhat vague about this new academy.
Zheng Qing lowered his head and began to pounce on his fingers.
"The heads of the four old colleges are the deans, the four institutes are also the deans, the chairman of the co-conference of professors, and the director of the school work committee, there are ten in total." After counting this, he hesitated for a moment and looked up again: "Who is the head of the Fringe College? Colma or Professor Monteria?"
The white curtains not far away rose and fell slightly.
Thomas's own hands were very stable, and the movement of plugging the hose was not deformed at all.
“…not sure.”
He shook his head with a very small amplitude, without any more speculation, and just emphasized again: "The same thing is the case, I advise you not to doubt any of the above."
Zheng Qing ignored it.
But he skipped the topic: "...Last time you took my flesh and blood. Did you really sign me up for a special project at the Fringe Academy?"
"That's right...and you've successfully entered the candidate list." This time, Thomas answered quickly.