Involuntarily, the saliva in Kieran's mouth began to secrete faster, and his gaze turned to the direction where the fragrance came from, which was also the direction they were heading. .
"Have you heard it?"
"The reason why Smith put the research room in such a marginal position is not only because he doesn't like noise, but more because of his research."
"This smell is so fragrant, every time I can't help but want to rush into his laboratory to see what it is."
"pity… "
Edberg couldn't help shaking his head and sighing while driving.
There is no doubt that Edberg did not succeed once.
But Qin Ran didn't pay attention to whether the other party was successful or not, his attention was completely attracted by the fragrance.
The aroma full of fruits and vegetables has the aroma of meat fat meeting flames. The latter is very faint, but it really exists.
"Fruit and barbecue?"
Qin Ran thought silently in his heart.
"You're going to get along with Smith."
"After all, you two are such taciturn fellows."
Seeing that Qin Ran had no intention of speaking, Edberg shrugged his shoulders and accelerated the speed of the car.
It was a free driver, and he had to pay his six-month salary, which made Edberg feel a little melancholy.
If possible, he really didn't want to see Qin Ran again.
Subconsciously, Edberg took out his pipe again.
However, it did not ignite.
All the way to the door of Professor Smith's laboratory, it was not lit.
"arrive."
Edberg said as he opened the car door and got out of the car, walking towards the iron gate.
Through the iron fence, Kieran could clearly see a large area of planting land inside the door, including regular vegetables, grains, and things he couldn't recognize. In the center of the field was a building completely made of wood. A two-story house with a huge dog crawling in front of the door.
Moreover, the momentum is extremely astonishing.
Crawl there like a tiger.
Just like Qin Ran couldn't distinguish those crops he didn't know, he didn't recognize this obviously specially bred dog.
"Hey Boulder, is Smith awake?"
Edberg said hello to the huge, ferocious dog.
However, the big dog ignored Edberg and kept looking at Kieran instead.
There was thick vigilance and a hint of fear in those eyes.
About ten seconds later, the large dog named Boulder came over and opened the iron fence from the inside, but during the whole process, he was still extremely wary of Kieran.
"Beast instinct?"
Qin Ran thought secretly.
Although he tried his best to restrain his breath, to ordinary people, he looked similar to ordinary people, but in the eyes of animals, he was different.
Especially this specially bred animal.
"You guys are really a big trouble, even Boulder has found out."
"Don't worry, Boulder, he's just here to borrow Smith's high-end receiver, and then he'll leave with me."
After Edberg smiled at Qin Ran, he said to Boulder.
It seemed that such an explanation really worked, or maybe it was Qin Ran who kept restraining himself. Boulder shook his body, wagged his tail, and walked back to the wooden house again, crawling to his original position.
"bring it on."
Edberg gestured towards the wooden house with his chin, and then walked carefully on the stem path between the fields, for fear of trampling on the germinated crops in the fields on both sides.
Qin Ran followed behind, looking at the wooden house.
He could clearly tell that the fragrance was coming from the wooden house.
"Are the crops outside as a cover?"
Qin Ran guessed.
Theoret is amazing, with many unimaginable delicacies, but the dangers hidden in it are also obvious.
As an aboriginal, Smith naturally had to be on guard.
Like this big dog named Boulder.
When passing by the other party, Kieran lowered his head to look at the other party again, but what he got in return was a very unfriendly bared teeth and low growls.
Qin Ran wisely quickened his pace.
At a time like this, he didn't want to cause extra complications.
The door of the wooden house was pushed open by Edberg, who shouted loudly.
"Smith, Smith."
Crunch, crunch.
Amidst the groans of the wooden floor, a figure walked down slowly.
It is not tall, it can only be said to be standard, but it is extremely strong. When walking down the stairs, it seems like a wall is approaching.
The loose overalls and linen shirt were worn tightly on the opponent's body.
But what attracted Kieran's attention more was the image of the other party.
Bald, one-eyed, lame.
Holding a cane in one hand and a huge leather jug in the other, Kieran could tell from the smell coming from the jug that it contained high alcohol content, and judging by the sound, there was only wine left in the jug. The next half or so.
Edberg frowned.
"You're drinking again in the morning."
"Forget it, this is 2567."
"This freshman chief, he needs to use your advanced receiver, I will pay for it."
After Edberg pursed his lips helplessly, he introduced Qin Ran, but Smith didn't care at all, and didn't even look at Qin Ran.
"Pay the money first."
Smith's voice was hoarse and slightly vague.
I don't know if it's congenital or because of the alcohol.
Edberg took out a brown paper bag, and after passing it over, Smith didn't check it, and just threw it on the sofa beside him.
"follow me."
Smith turned around and walked towards the interior of the first floor. After passing through the long and narrow corridor and pushing open the door at the end, an extremely weird chair appeared in front of Kieran.
It was a chair made entirely of stone. The back and armrests of the chair were covered with green vines. Even though it had been treated, it looked as if it had been dug out from the ruins of the ruins.
"Is it lost?"
Qin Ran thought of something.
"Sit up and hold the inheritance crystal in your hand."
Smith said so.
Qin Ran didn't immediately follow his advice. Under Smith's impatient gaze, he checked around the chair and sat on it after confirming that there was no danger.
"The whole process lasts about one to three hours and is painful."
Smith said as he twisted open the wine jug, and dripped a drop of the wine in the jug on the floor of the room.
Snapped!
When the wine fell on the wooden floor, Qin Ran could keenly sense that an inexplicable aura appeared, but before he could search carefully, his eyes were replaced by a picture.
It wasn't an unfamiliar scene. On the roof last night, that phantom had concealed a similar scene from him.
But the picture seen at this moment is more detailed and real.
Just like my own experience.
But Qin Ran, who has a strong spiritual attribute, clearly understands that this is a fake.
He seemed to be watching a movie, witnessing the life of that 'chef' again.
Then…
…
After dripping a drop of wine, Smith closed the door and Edberg returned to the living room, put the cane aside, and Smith sat on the sofa.
"How about it?"
Edberg sat down in the chair unceremoniously, and then he asked directly.
Smith raised his head, looked at Edberg with his cloudy eyes, and didn't answer, so he twisted open the flagon again and took a few sips.
Gudong, Gudong.
A strange blush appeared on Smith's face. He was holding the flagon, leaning on the sofa, turning his head to look at the rising sun outside the door, and after muttering a few times, he just hugged the flagon and curled up in the sofa.
But immediately, Smith turned over and sat up, looking towards the room at the end of the corridor.
There, a scorching breath suddenly appeared, and it rolled endlessly, as if a monster made entirely of magma was roaring.
The temperature inside the cabin rose rapidly.
Soon, the dry wood is about to enter the critical point of ignition.
Smith twisted the jug open again, and another drop fell out.
Immediately, the temperature of the entire house returned to its original level.
Everything is the same as before.
Smith, however, was different.
In his originally cloudy eyes, a trace of sharp light flashed, like a long knife cutting through the thick fog, making people afraid to look at each other and their scalp numb.
"Whose inheritance crystal did he take?"
Smith asked.
"The piece in the canteen in the legendary E district."
Edberg hugged his shoulders and looked at Smith with a smile on his face.
He was looking forward to seeing what happened next.
"'Devil of Flame'?"
Smith frowned.
"That's the misunderstanding of the world, he is a truly amazing chef, I prefer to call him 'Salvation of Flame'!"
Edberg said with a serious face.
"Redemption?"
"Praying for the salvation of others is never as good as saving yourself!"
Smith sneered, and leaned back on the sofa again.
"How about it?"
Looking at Smith's appearance, Edberg asked again.
But this time, Smith was not silent. He glanced at the room at the end of the corridor and said slowly, "General."
"Just average?"
Edberg asked in dissatisfaction.
In his opinion, Kieran is good enough!
In this class... no, among the freshmen in the last ten years, Kieran is the best!
Not only strength, but also brains and calm attitude are far beyond this age group, even some elite teachers can't compare.
"Well, it's just average."
Smith nodded seriously.
"Then he has no chance?"
Looking at the serious Smith, Edberg asked unwillingly.
"No."
Smith said, curled up on the sofa again.
Edberg looked at Smith, glared subconsciously, and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, the head chef gave up.
well!
He sighed and leaned back in the chair without speaking.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
An hour passed quickly.
However, there was no movement in the room at the end of the corridor.
two hours.
Three hours.
When Smith told Qin Ran that the maximum time limit had come, Edberg stood up from his chair.
"what happened?"
"Isn't it a maximum of three hours?"
Edberg asked.
There was worry in the voice.
Whether it's Qin Ran's aptitude or being the head chef of Theorite, Edberg doesn't want any surprises for Qin Ran.
In particular, he brought Qin Ran to Smith.
"Good thing."
"The longer it takes, the more compatible he will be with that inheritance crystal."
"I take back what I said earlier."
"He is not ordinary, but he is good."
Smith sat up again, looking at the end of the corridor with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Then does he have a chance..."
"No!"
Edberg was overjoyed by Smith's evaluation, and wanted to bring up the old story right away, but was interrupted by Smith unceremoniously.
With a curl of his lips, Edberg stopped talking.
He waited quietly.
Then, the fourth hour passed, and so did the fifth hour.
Soon, from sunrise to sunset, the afterglow of the evening shone into the wooden house, and Edberg's figure was elongated, with concern in his serious face.
And Smith didn't lie back on the sofa.
There was unprecedented surprise in his eyes.
It's been ten hours!
This is the inheritance time that he has never heard of.
No matter how talented a person is, it is only four hours!
It's been more than twice as long now, and, still in...
"Are you sure that inheritance crystal is broken?"
Smith asked.
"I am sure!"
"Although I am not as professional as you, I can still confirm this."
Edberg said affirmatively.
"if it is like this… "
"Can you have a chance?"
Edberg turned his head and looked at Smith expectantly, but Smith still shook his head.
"No!"
Smith said with certainty.
"Why?"
"With such an excellent heir, you don't even want it?"
"Are you really going to die in the past?"
Edberg questioned, his voice almost growling.
You don't have a good heir, I'll look for it for you.
Found it, but you still say no
This feeling of powerlessness caused Edberg, who had been patient with his temper, to explode completely. He grabbed Smith by the collar and lifted the cop from the sofa.
Woo, woo.
However, before Edberg could do anything, a low roar came from behind him.
The cold killing intent was mixed with the most direct sense of hunger, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on his head, making Edberg stand still.
"Boulder."
Smith reprimanded, and immediately, amidst a humming sound mixed with coquettish flattery, the killing intent disappeared.
Whew, wheeze.
Edberg let go of Smith, and he sat down on the ground panting heavily.
"Feel sorry."
"If possible, I also want such an excellent heir."
"but… "
"He's just too good."
Smith said so.
"Too good?"
"What's the meaning?"
Edberg asked puzzled.
Smith glanced at Edberg apologetically, but said nothing.
Or…
He, can't say!
After unscrewing the flagon and taking a sip, Smith leaned on the sofa, looked up at the completely dark night sky outside the window, stared at the bright stars, the coldness in his eyes flashed away, and when his eyes once again When it was replaced by turbidity, there was a sound from the room at the end of the corridor.
Clang, clang!
The dilapidated clock in the house rang continuously.
The hour hand completes a full circular motion.
Exactly, twelve hours.