The man is in the Ark, a blood demon scientist

For example, her sudden falling asleep was the work of Akado.

"Did I just fall asleep?" Laurentina opened her eyes and found herself sitting in the passenger seat of a sports car.

"I moved the device in your brain a little bit," Accardo said frankly, "The guy who treated you didn't want you to know his true identity."

"Oh," Laurentina responded somewhat coldly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"After a while, I may need your help to test the latest power armor."

"I understand."

Acardo shook his head, flipped the rearview mirror, took out a black ballpoint pen-shaped object from it, and threw it to her, "This is for you."

"This is?"

"The laser engraving pen can be charged with the data cable of a normal communication terminal."

Accardo restored the rearview mirror and continued driving, "Come on, great sculptor."

Laurentina couldn't help but chuckle, "Ha, you're more interesting after all."

She always maintained a certain arrogance towards the land people, because that was because of the superiority of Agor in terms of system and even technology.

......

Rhine Life Science, Engineering Department.

Quill held a broom and cleaned the corners in Akado's laboratory that the cleaning robots couldn't reach.

"Miss Lafiella, do you want to go out for lunch together?" Mel held the two mechanical otters with difficulty and stopped beside the quill, panting.

"Thank you, but Director Accardo and I have already made a reservation at the restaurant," the girl was stunned for a moment, "Your thing is so heavy, do you need help?"

“Hahaha! No need for that. I’m researcher Mel Stoney! I specially set up counterweights for these otters…”

Mel gnashed his teeth and dropped the otter, angrily returning to his workshop, "Damn it! Counterweight! I remember... there is a system parameter that can be optimized, by replacing the joint material..."

She left muttering to herself, completely forgetting that she had just suggested having lunch.

The quill pen is not strange. There are too many guys like this in Rhine's life.

I always get inspiration inexplicably, and then I get into the state inexplicably, and then I start to work hard without sleeping or eating.

"So that's how it is, it can actually be done this way..." Another researcher ran past, holding a clean bowl in her hand, as if she was about to go to the cafeteria, and then ran back halfway.

After cleaning Accardo's laboratory, she began to organize the drawings and drafts that filled the table.

Muirseth passed by the door, smiling sweetly and greeting lively, "Good afternoon, Lafiella~"

"Well, good afternoon, Director Muirseth."

"Your foster father hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes."

"I heard that he went to Tremont Polytechnic to look for a female college student..."

Quill remained calm, "Director Acardo will be back shortly."

Muirseth looked at her expression carefully and left with some disappointment. "Well, you should also pay more attention to rest."

Tsk, this little girl has grown up, it seems that she has finally gotten rid of that pathetic Oedipus complex? Oh, maybe she just kept it in her heart.

Skadi, who was far away in Rhodes Island, couldn't eat. She looked at the documents left by Akado, and there were two words written between the lines.

Prosthetic.

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(Update at 4:36 AM. Remaining debt: 11 chapters. Go to sleep, subscriptions have dropped dramatically. Woohoo, I can’t sleep! But I will still work hard to finish it, I hope there are still people reading it. I will find a chance to update it on the weekend.)

110.What is Akado’s mineral disease?

Workshop in Rhode Island.

ACE sat in his seat and oiled the mechanical grip of the shield. These equipment with complex internal structures always require regular maintenance.

Logos turned off the desk lamp, adjusted the newly purchased parts, and assembled his staff.

Rhine Life's Source Stone Technology Application Department is truly full of talented people. Some of the products on sale are novel and amazing even when viewed from the perspective of Logos.

There was a knock on the door, and someone said outside, "Um, Mr. ACE..."

ACE lowered his shield, "Amiya, what's going on?"

Amiya cautiously leaned in, "You're already in the medical department's checkup queue."

"I understand. I'll be right there."

There was a small iron hook on the wall next to the door, with a pair of glare-proof goggles hanging on it. ACE took out a few physical examination forms from the drawer, walked over, put on the goggles, and hurried out.

Logos called out to Amiya, "Can you help me?"

"Well, of course!" The little rabbit stood up straight.

Seeing that there was no one around, he turned around in his office chair and said, "Look at my hands."

Logos held out his hands. "There's nothing here."

Amiya nodded blankly.

He clenched his fists and opened them again, "Now what?"

"Still nothing..." Amiya blinked.

"That's good," Logos nodded contentedly, "Thank you for your cooperation."

He turned back, looked at the marker in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

This is a spell that can temporarily achieve cognitive impairment. He got inspiration from the corpses of evil spirits piled in the deepest part of the warehouse and created it some time ago.

However, it is just a small trick that cannot be put on the table. It can only hide objects that others have not yet come into contact with with their senses, and at present, it can't do anything except hiding some small dead objects.

He had tried several times against ACE's shield, but each time he failed.

*

ACE used a cotton swab to press on the needle hole to stop the bleeding. Next to him sat a guy wrapped in a yellow and black engineering suit and wearing a helmet like a motorcycle rider.

Mechanist, that's his code name.

It is said that this guy was a member of Rhine Life before becoming an elite operator of Rhodes Island.

It seems like you worked on Accardo's project?

Forget it, he was not willing to talk about it anyway. ACE shook his head. This guy was a well-known workaholic. He often spent the whole day doing research. When he was tired, he would sleep on the workbench. His sleeping time was always randomly distributed. It was normal for him to forget to eat.

A Mechanist is an idealist who devotes his entire life to machinery.

You may ask how ACE deduced this... He looked at the Mechanist's physical examination report.

Sub-health comes with a host of chronic diseases and relatively serious endocrine system disorders.

......

"Doctor Warfarin." An operator reminded quietly.

"Oh." Huafalin was a little absent-minded.

"Doctor Warfarin?" The operator's voice became louder.

"Ah? Oh oh oh!" Hua Farin came back to her senses, "Has the blood test report just now been completed?"

"Of course," the medical operator was already used to the unreliability of this senior, and sighed, "I've called you several times."

"Sorry," she pushed the tablet aside, quickly picked up a pen, and started writing the medical record.

On the tablet screen is an electronic medical examination form.

[Operator code name/name: Akado. ]

【...】

【Clinical diagnosis and analysis:

The results of the angiography test showed that the outlines of the operator's internal organs were blurred, abnormal shadows were visible, and the detection of Originium particles in the circulatory system was abnormal, with signs of oripathy infection. At this stage, it can be confirmed that he is infected with oripathy.

Somatic cell and Originium fusion rate: 22%

Blood Origin Stone Crystal Density: 0.29u/L】

[The digestive system has been completely crystallized, the heart has been completely crystallized, and no signs of crystallization are found in other organs. ]

【...】

The rows of data marked in red are so shocking that one can't help but feel that it goes against medical theory that this guy is still alive.

Every extraordinary power is always accompanied by a necessary price.

On the top floor of Rhine Life's high-rise building, Akado stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking half of Tremont.

This is the center of the general component department.

A little further behind Accardo, Kristen Wright was fiddling with a coffee machine.

The machines were newly purchased by the business department next door, and some were given to each department.

They probably never thought that these researchers would be able to make coffee, so they thoughtfully provided recipes for various coffee ingredients and instructions for using the machines.

Perhaps it was because Rhine Life's reimbursement for coffee shop expenses had been too outrageous in recent times, so the Business Department hoped to reduce some unnecessary financial pressure in this way.

As the general manager of Rhine Life, Christen naturally has to set a good example.

For example, at this moment, she is holding a measuring cylinder, aligning the scale lines meticulously with the attitude of doing an experiment, and controlling the ratio of water and coffee beans.

"So, what are you going to do at the Rocken Tank?" she asked Akado helplessly.

"You've already guessed it, so there's no need to ask," Blood Demon spread his hands, "Anyway, in the eyes of those guys, my reputation can't get any worse."

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111. The vicious dog knocks on the door

It's finally snowing.

The sun hung in the gaps between the tall buildings, emitting heat listlessly. After passing through the Colombian winter and then falling on people's bodies, it still left a trace of warmth.

The gray clouds have cleared, the streets are covered with fallen leaves, and the morning frost is as white as the moonlight in full autumn. It is a day off, but in the early morning, the streets are crowded with people, wrapped in down jackets, braving the biting cold wind, and rushing to somewhere in the city. The big screen billboard outside the store repeatedly plays a promotional video.

[Are you still worried about Originopathy? What exactly is Originium? What does it mean to the entire Terra...]

After flying around, the glittering and glittering snowflakes are always like powder and sand. They never stick to each other. They are scattered on the roof, on the ground, on the dead grass, just like that... On a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly comes, and they fly vigorously, shining brightly in the sunlight, like a fog containing flames, spinning and rising, filling the space, making the space spin and rise and flash.

The gray-yellow dead grass was covered with snow, and the mountain peaks in the distance were all white, adding a silver edge to the blue sky. On the lawn of Tremont University, the snow was thicker in some places, and the grass was still exposed in some places. The gray and white colors did not feel as desolate as they did in the past few days, but instead had some bright and heavy meanings like oil paintings. The painters of the art college carried their drawing boards and pens and set up a small shed outside the lawn to sketch.

The artificial lake has not frozen yet, and icicles are floating back and forth.

Countless snowflakes created ripples on the lake, making the water and sky one color. The world turned into pure white.

Feather Pen wore an egg-white down jacket and a scarf she knitted. She jumped over the snow, then trotted to the lake and slowed down, walking slowly like a cat. The cold wind was gone, and the pebbles under her feet also released heat. The girl stretched out her hand mischievously. The snow was cold, but her hand was warm. The snowflakes fell into her palm and melted. But the snowflakes flying all over the sky formed a colorful state of falling petals, surrounding her.

They originally wanted to curse this uninvited guest who destroyed the beautiful natural scenery, but the students were stunned. The beautiful girl seemed to have walked out of a painting, blending perfectly into the heavy snow. There was no sense of disobedience, but instead, it added a bit of beauty and brightness.

The lake breeze was pungent and biting, and the tip of Feather Pen's nose was slightly red from the cold. Her cheeks were flushed, and she found herself being stared at by a large group of people, so she ran back to the car in shame. Others were just disappointed and regretful.

The car door opened and closed, letting in the cold air from outside. The girl covered her mouth and sneezed softly.

Accardo glanced at her and turned on the heater. Soon the car became warm.

[Locken Water Tank Laboratory, we promise, will be in...] The news channel is still reporting it. The host must have received a lot of money and praised it highly.

"Father, are we going to Rocken Tank to see the product launch today?"

"Attending a press conference? We're going hunting today," Accardo steered the wheel and drove to the bottom of the library of the Art Academy.

Laurentina got into the back seat, but she wasn't the only one there.

Texas was flipping through a fashion magazine, looking up and nodding slightly at her, "Hello."