They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 172 The Man-Eating Monster
"But they gave too much."

Riya covered her forehead, feeling that she was doing something against her conscience. For the sake of the future flowers of Endles, he should not help others forge academic papers.

But for the sake of his wallet and the memes, he reached for the brass pen and began to think of what he was going to write next against the references on the table.

"It's not easy to imitate their handwriting, and it can't be too professional. It needs more water. The content is similar to 'How to distinguish a human from a chimpanzee'."

First of all, human words are different from gorilla words. They look different. The specifics of why they are different can fill three or four pages. Then, explaining the social relationship between the two can fill another three or four pages.

In the end, the plagiarism check found that it was over 50.00%, but it doesn't matter. You can split each paragraph into longer words, and you can fill a page and a half of it.

It's ironic, but many unlearned and unskilled students get their papers filled with water like this. Ria didn't expect that she could be praised by a professor she had never met in her last paper. She didn't know where to sympathize. The students still sympathized with the professor.

"Let's write a fake social report this time... Go to the crowd and ask them about their acceptance of steam engines, and ask them to fill out a form... Is anyone really filling out this thing?"

Riya moved the kerosene lamp closer. This was all due to a certain detective who had lost his legs. He was afraid of industrial products, so the lights in the house almost broke and were never replaced.

"Wait a minute, isn't his wheelchair also an industrial product? Would he be angry if I told him now?"

The young man curiously guessed that while he was still conceiving the content of his paper, a certain great detective pushed the door open and entered.

The bell on the doorframe jingled again.

"You're back?" Riya looked at Evander, "What's the result of the investigation?"

"Hey, I will definitely gain something if I take action."

Evander turned the two metal wheels of his wheelchair and entered the office.

I don't know which great ancestor he is imitating in his attire. He wears a huge linen cloak, a peaked cap on his head, and holds an unlit pipe in his mouth. From time to time, he will say very profound but... Inopportune words.

"The best time is now, Kercha."

In the morning he decided to go out to visit relatives of Cantero factory employees, and now he came back with only a photo in his hand.

Ria looked at it and saw that it was a photo of a family of three and a black and white sheepdog. The people and the dog in it were smiling very happily.

"What's wrong with this photo?"

"There's another photo over here."

Evander took out another photo. In the photo, there was a man lying on a hospital bed. His skin looked like it had been burned. A doctor in a white coat was bandaging it, and his family members were surrounding the man. Beside him, he was still smiling happily at the camera.

Even though the man in the photo was injured and his eyes were horribly hollow, his family still smiled extremely brightly.

It's as if this is not a photo with the patient, but a photo of them traveling.

“It would be fine if it was just one family, but I have sampled many people in the original worker photos.

After they were admitted to the hospital one after another, their families ignored their injuries and even seemed to think it was an honor. "

"It does sound unusual. How did the families of those people explain it?"

"They said that workers signed an agreement and bought insurance before entering the factory. If something happens, the rest of their lives will be covered by the insurance."

"There is such a good thing!?"

"What did you say?" "No, it's nothing, you didn't hear anything."

Riya coughed and pretended that she didn't say any unnecessary words just now.

"So the connection between this matter and supernatural events is-"

"I didn't find any information about that insurance company. It just seemed to appear out of thin air, and the workers didn't receive even half a penny, but his family members firmly believed that they would receive the money.

The families of the workers who were not involved in the accident also began to hope that something would happen to their family members, and then they could receive a large sum of money. "

People in the factory were exposed to smoke, dust and sewage every day. Many people suffered from lung disease and coughed, and their skin began to itch for no apparent reason, and then ulcerated.

The factory owners gave them the lowest wages and the most exaggerated compensation, requiring these people to do their best and earn the maximum amount of gold coins.

Sometimes, human nature is more terrifying than extraordinary.

If the two of them were mixed together, the harm caused would be immeasurable.

"So are you going to argue with the factory owner next? My suggestion is to report it to the Order Association. They can solve it regardless of whether it is a supernatural incident or not."

Evander looked directly at Riya, and after a moment he suddenly sighed.

"It would be that simple. There are so many things involved."

There were too many involved, but if Evander was asked to be specific, he couldn't say it. He just hit the corner of the table with his pipe.

"I said that this kind of industry will cause trouble sooner or later. Look at the sky in Endles. It used to become quite beautiful whenever it was clear.

But we rarely see that kind of weather now. Even when I get up and go out every day, I will be choked by the strange-smelling smog. "

He hit his head with his pipe again and finally said those words again.

"The steam is filled with monsters that eat human flesh."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair and ran to the inner room of the office. Liya turned her head thoughtfully.

"Monsters that eat human flesh... Ha, I have to write this sentence into the paper, just say it is the wise saying of Mr. Evander Charles."

After a few hours, Riya put down the pen and stretched her tired wrist.

He blew out the kerosene lamp and went outside the office. The sky was still gray, and every pedestrian was coming and going in a hurry. Little Swale No. [-] still hadn't come back, and he didn't know if there was any accident with it.

"Did you get lost or were you caught?"

Ria thinks the latter is unlikely. After all, it can turn into tentacles. Even if it is placed in a cage with a small gap, it can climb out with the ability to shrink itself like an octopus.

"But it's not likely to get lost... it should be."

Many times, Riya didn't know what was going on in the mind of the mythical creature. Most of the time, it stared at one place with its two huge golden eyes in a daze, and then gnawed on things from time to time.

This thing may be some furniture, or it may be Riya's own flesh and blood.

"Gu!" As if aware of the host's concerns, little Shivall stretched out a tentacle from the side of his neck.

(End of this chapter)