Chapter 2708 Look directly at me, my soul is fading!
Zheng Qing knew a dark wizard with a semi-public identity.
The owner of the Wandering Bar in Beta Town Pedestrian Street, the famous Wandering Wizard.
He has both the greed, cunning and slickness of a black wizard, and the integrity, caution and conservatism of a white wizard. People on the street say that a wandering wizard has the most precious qualifications of a black wizard - able to maintain a balance between lies and truth - in Zheng Qing's view, Thomas is a wandering wizard-style black wizard, so he can only believe Thomas's words.
In any case, Thomas admitted that the last time the flesh and blood that were cut from Zheng Qing's arm was not taken to perform a black magic experiment was a blessing.
Zheng Qing weighed the rag in his hand and was silent for a moment.
“—Will I die?”
He finally asked this question that he had been worried about for a long time. Perhaps realizing that this question was a little weak, he couldn't help but add: "I'm not afraid of death... More than one person dies every second in the world, and no one is more noble than anyone else. I just..."
He thought about it and didn't think of a more beautiful word.
The two female chucklings sounded again behind the white curtain, but they were a little depressed.
This time, Zheng Qing was sure that he knew these two voices and couldn't help but turn his head to look, but the curtain was very thick, and there was not even a reflection except for the wavy curtains.
But he searched in his mind for a long time, but he couldn't find the right figure that could be corresponding.
After all, there are too many witches who have met him in the past few months, and he is a little absent-minded now.
"Won't."
Before the boy could finish his words, Thomas gave the answer without thinking, as if worried that the persuasiveness of these two words was not strong enough. He deliberately put down the work at hand, looked up and looked at the young public-funded student.
“——In fact, your question is very unrigorous.”
The owner of the laboratory raised a finger and shook it seriously: "Just you said, in this world, everyone will die, but it's just a difference between sooner or later... But if your question is whether I will kill you, or whether you will die in this laboratory... I can tell you very clearly: no one will die, and no monster will die."
When he said the next sentence, he had already lowered his eyelids and started to organize the instruments on the test bench again.
It's strange that Zheng Qing clearly grasped the Germanic idea that once served as his interviewer in this second - Thomas's next sentence was about the person in the curtain, or the demon in the curtain.
In other words, behind the curtain is one or two banshee?
Is it newly degenerate or the formerly degenerate?
Is it someone he knows?
Or prey from the withered land?
Zheng Qing couldn't help but look at the white curtain a few more times, but this time, no sound came from behind the curtain, only the white curtain rose and fell slightly, as if it was a silent reply to the owner of the laboratory.
When Thomas took the hoses and stood up, he found that Zheng Qing was still staring at the rag on the test bench and had not taken action.
"—You have to think clearly," he raised his eyebrows and reminded very kindly: "This platform is where you lie in a while. You decide whether to wipe it clean."
Zheng Qing gritted his teeth and came to his senses.
Too bullying!
He didn't want to be the sheep who wiped the table, but he didn't want to lie on the pickled marks left by a bunch of mutant ogres, so in the end, he picked up the rag with a hint of sadness.
Rub from the end of the test bench to the front of the test bench.
Zheng Qing accidentally found a small sign hanging on the edge of the table, leaving two lines of words in a slightly messy font:
——Note that the head of the experiment body needs to face the door!!!
It seems to be to remind the operator that there are red wavy lines under the word "note" and there are three exclamation marks with heavy handwriting at the end of the sentence.
He subconsciously looked in the direction of the front of the test bench, and sure enough, he saw traces of suspected door frames on the integrated wall.
The boy glanced at the lab owner from the corner of his eyes.
Thomas looked at him sideways to check the blades of the rows of small knives.
He breathed steadily and continued to wipe the stains on the table slowly, but after wiping the table, he bent down and wiped the stain block on the side of the test bench.
While bent down, his cuffs loosened and a black kitten quietly slid under the test bench, but it did not immediately escape secretly, but curled up beneath the table.
This prudence made Zheng Qing quite pleased.
"It's OK."
Thomas' voice suddenly sounded in his ears, which shocked the boy with ulterior motives. Zheng Qing calmed down and raised his head before seeing the lab owner pointing to the smooth table: "—Lying up."
Is this about to begin?
I'm not ready yet!
Zheng Qing rubbed, threw down the rag in her hand, and suddenly turned around and turned back to the bookshelf. Thomas did not care about the arrogance of the experiment, but just looked at the pillow that Zheng Qing took out of the coffin and pulled the corners of his mouth, without expressing his objection.
"It's okay for me to lie down more comfortably!"
Zheng Qing tried hard to maintain a strong tone.
The lab owner shrugged his shoulders and followed the advice. He agreed to the boy's suggestion without the aura of the dark wizard: "No problem, if you need eye masks or earplugs, I can also provide it here..."
This is not like a black wizard doing illegal experiments.
Zheng Qing complained about the strange chat between the two in his heart, gritted his teeth and tried to continue to delay time: "Then what anesthetic agent do you use later? Let me make it clear first, I am allergic to mandala extract and I am slow to respond to shallot boletus or sichi boletus. Grass is OK, but it cannot be matched with yolk flowers, because I just took the refreshing agent containing toad paste in the morning. When these are used together, I may die suddenly on the test bench... If you don't believe it, you can do the test one by one!"
He was muttering, as if in order to strengthen his persuasion, he took the initiative to roll up his sleeves and expose his arms to Thomas. According to his calculations in his heart, it would take at least an hour to complete this series of tests, and he would finally get more time for him.
Thomas hesitated to glance at his arm.
"The flesh and blood traits after anesthesia may undergo minor changes... In advanced magic experiments, any subtle changes in traits will cause unpredictable risks to the results, and they need to be paid attention to and appropriately avoided."
This answer seems to be somewhat unquestionable.
Zheng Qing was not fooled by his words at all, and he was only very frightened: "——Wait, what does 'appropriate avoidance' mean? Do you mean not to be anesthesia? Are you going to poke me directly with those things?"
He pointed to the rows of shiny scalpels on one side of the test bench, his expression was distorted, his voice was out of control and almost roaring.