"You take it for a specimen observation first, then drop the third reagent into it and record the reaction."
"Good professor."
Lu Sheng took the specimen out of the laboratory, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then wrote some experimental records on the counter.
"Professor, the experiment failed." He returned to the laboratory and handed the record to Dahl, "I think the quantity may not be enough, please give me some more."
"Quantity? But this kind of meat can only be cut off by high-level monsters... It's not so easy to handle...." Dahl scratched his hair and said helplessly. "What about the experiment report just now?"
"What about the third reagent? How effective is it?"
Lu Sheng shrugged.
"Unfortunately, I think the amount of reagents is not enough."
"Then I'll think of a way later..." The sophomore scratched his scalp, "Why is the consumption of experimental materials getting bigger and bigger recently?"
"But the results are coming soon, aren't they?" Lu Sheng said seriously.
"That's what I said, but this consumption... the funds from above may not be able to be used," Dahl said with a headache.
"Professor, our results are constantly coming out, and the efficiency is amazing. I believe the board of directors will not reject us because of this small request." Lu Sheng persuaded.
"Okay... I'll make a report later and try it out. Come on, take this specimen for a reaction experiment."
"Good professor." Lu Sheng took a small plate of specimens, turned around and walked into another experiment room, he set aside a little for experiments, and squeezed the rest into his mouth.
This kind of life is not comfortable, but at least the food is good.
The work in the laboratory of the research institute ended early, because all the experimental materials were exhausted, so Lu Sheng had to take a vacation and go back early.
He chatted with the senior sister of another experiment on the way casually, and he walked all the way to the dormitory, but he didn't go back to the dormitory first.
Instead, he turned a corner and went to the back of one of the school's laboratory buildings.
In the dark night, Lu Sheng took advantage of a little moonlight to walk slowly between the dilapidated buildings behind the building.
He didn't stop until he came to the edge of an abandoned teaching building covered with vines and moss.
The university campus is separated from here by a metal fence, one is the newly built campus, and the other is the old campus with dilapidated buildings that could not be repaired before.
With a light turn, Lu Sheng jumped over the fence and entered the old campus.
He skillfully walked into a teaching building, went up the stairs, and soon arrived at the living room which was only one floor away from the top of the building.
The floor of the living room is full of carved knives and stencils, and in some corners of the carvings, there are traces of suspected blood.
He knelt down and carefully examined the lines in the living room.
Since the last time he figured it out by the lake, Lu Sheng really decided to make a real big move for this place, just like in the dragon world.
Relying on him alone is too weak.
After carefully checking the pattern, Lu Sheng squatted down and used a carving knife to carefully carve one after another of slender winged snakes. These winged snakes are densely packed and numerous, like a full circle of countless bugs, forming a big circle around the entire living room. .
Lu Sheng's movements were very fast, and it only took an hour to complete the carving of the entire living room. Rather than saying that he was carving, it would be better to say that he was painting.
hiss...
The last knife fell, drawing out the eyes of the winged snake, Lu Sheng threw away the knife.
"Second point completed."
He needs to create a sufficient number of descending magic circles in the school. The energy in this world exists in a very strange way, so he also needs to correct and modify the knowledge of the magic circles he originally mastered.
It took him a lot of time, and then the point selection. The inside of the school is definitely not easy to do. There are patrolling students everywhere, and they will be discovered if they are not careful.
So in the end Lu Sheng chose the old campus on the side to set up the landing point.
After arranging the formation, he quietly left here again, the jet of air under his feet made him leave no footprints.
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Miska Owl Observation Tower.
As the only highest observation tower in the school, it can not only observe the threats that may attack at any time in the starry sky, but also monitor various other troubles in the planet.
The owner of the observation tower is Professor Michelle House, an elderly professor who has guarded the place for more than 90 years.
puff.
The liquid in the weather bottle spewed out, like a diffuse smoke, slowly deformed in mid-air under the control of Michelle's hands.
The pen and paper beside him recorded rows of data and projects by himself.
Michelle has been doing this kind of climate test for many years, but for some reason, he always feels something is wrong recently. The reaction of the weather bottle has become more and more frequent, and his control of the liquid in it has become more and more difficult.
"Teacher, are you alright?" a small voice came from outside the laboratory.
"It's okay... I might be a little tired..." Michelle exhaled, and slowly manipulated the water flow back to the weather bottle.
The translucent water deformed like some kind of jellyfish writhing its tentacles.
"Remember to inform Dahl that the latest astrological forecast may be delivered later, and there may be some troubles on my side. The variables have suddenly increased a lot." Michelle said helplessly. Swipe your skinny hands, increase your control, and drive the water back into the weather bottle.
"Good professor. But you haven't eaten dinner yet? Why don't you come out and have something to eat before continuing the experiment?" The voice continued to come from outside the door.
"Yes, yes, Professor, it's not good to be hungry."
"Henry and Millie are never late for dinner."
The jumble of voices made it sound like a tea party.
Michelle smiled and watched the weather bottle refill with liquid. He turned around and pointed at the pen and paper. The pen and paper that had been recording things suddenly stopped and fell down completely.
"Come here." He smiled and staggered to the door, and opened it.
A large group of chubby little owls blinked and flickered outside the door. These fat guys the size of watermelons were all crowded at the door and looked at Michelle.
The gray and white feathers on their bodies squeeze each other, and some are still pushing each other and yelling that they may fight at any time.
"Okay, okay, be quiet, I'm done, everyone go back and have a good rest, don't worry, I may not have a good rest recently, so I am a little sleepy. Don't worry, tomorrow, I will go get some good things and come back tomorrow Meal. Make up for it." Michelle smiled.
"Well, if you insist on saying that. Actually, I think your problem is not lack of nutrition..." the fattest owl said helplessly.
"Let's go." Michelle closed the door behind her back. The laboratory dimmed, without the light from the corridor outside.
The transparent weather bottle was quietly placed on the experimental table, motionless.
As time went by, the white strands floating in the transparent liquid inside also began to slowly move and rotate.
Click.
Suddenly, there was an inaudible crisp sound, and a tiny gap opened in the inner wall of the weather bottle, and a little bit of transparent liquid slowly seeped out.
The infiltrating liquid became more and more, dripping down from the table, forming a large wet black mark on the ground.
Soon, the amount of liquid seeping out of the weather bottle has far exceeded the amount of liquid contained in it.
A large amount of liquid poured out faster and faster, almost soaking the entire experimental table top, and the ground below also dripped more and more.
Countless transparent liquids seemed to be alive, slowly condensing and shaping, and soon formed the image of a somewhat stooped gray-haired old man.
"Let me start, the first battle..." The old man raised his head, and his face was that of Professor Michelle.
"The reaction is becoming more and more obvious, we need more manpower!" In the indoor auditorium, the senior officials of Miska University are gathering together to discuss the recent more and more frequent events around the world.
Principal Maradona sat at the top, and there were two other vice-principals with him, and the deans of the various colleges were on the left and right below.
At the bottom are the professors, and then the tutors, teachers and assistants.
The positional relationship between layers is clearly defined.
"We should take the initiative to take necessary actions, instead of discussing this and that in school all day!!" A red-haired old man slapped the table and shouted.
"Hesitation and hesitation are the enemy of the winner!" Another pale man in a black robe with silver trim agreed in a deep voice.
"However, if we leave, once the power here is weakened, who will guard it?" the dean of the Astronomical Academy asked in a deep voice.
"The stars and the new moon have taught me that if we act rashly, the consequences will be dire."
"Your prophecy has long been outdated, Andura. Now is the era of flesh sacrifice! I sacrificed a whole madblade meat demon, and the prophecy I got was completely opposite to yours." The sacrifice on the other side Professor of Science, an old Royal Academician refuted loudly.
"We should attack! Passive defense will only lower our morale and cede victory!"
"We have our responsibilities, don't forget the oath of the covenant!" An old lady stood up and reminded sharply.
Next, you say yours and I say mine. Almost every professor level exists, and they are all people with extremely firm beliefs. Everyone thinks that they are right, and the decision-makers are also quite a headache.
Maradona guessed this a long time ago.
He sighed and clapped his hands lightly.
"quiet."
The voice in the auditorium suddenly subsided slowly.
"The question now is not whether we are willing or not, but that trouble has already arrived..." He looked at Professor Michel at the observatory.
"Brother Michelle, is the observatory okay now?"
The slightly crooked Michelle is definitely an odd number in the school. He has extraordinary observation ability, but he has a withdrawn personality and never socializes with others. His only friend is Maradona.
Hearing the question, he stood up and bowed slowly to the principal.
"Everything is normal, respected Maradona. I have repeatedly tested it with hundreds of weather bottles, and there is no trouble from the evil god yet."
"You are responsible for monitoring the ordinary surface campus, so you have a great responsibility. I hope you don't miss any traces." Maradona nodded.
"I understand." Michelle lowered her head and replied, but in the depths of his pupils, a transparent watery light flashed past.
"By the way, how is the gray-haired patriarch? It's been a long time since I visited them. As an owl, it's extremely rare to be able to live to be ninety-seven years old."
"Of course, they are all fine, except for a few newborns who are a bit mischievous and like to fight, the rest are fine." Michelle replied with a smile.