Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Anyway, Terra doesn't have widespread DNA testing, and even if it did, it wouldn't have the ability like Old Xia to obtain live cells from bone marrow that hasn't been damaged by high temperatures.

The source of the bodies was even simpler: a stroll around the lower town of Victoria would always yield a few corpses of prostitutes or abandoned female workers.

They simply found someone with a similar build, fished them out, and made a body double. Moreover, the signs of torture and violence on these female corpses could indeed prove that the mastermind behind the bombing did it to silence witnesses.

Therefore, W must perform the next scene well, portraying himself as if he saw the murderer, but is too frightened to remember clearly.

Only in this way can the motive and authenticity of that non-existent organization's attempt to silence them be given a semblance of reality. She applied all her meticulousness and patience as a demolition expert to polishing the script. Given the incompetence of the Victoria Police, she should be able to escape smoothly very soon.

The news that Regent Kazdel was killed by a rabbit doll will probably spread widely. Even if no one spreads it, she will anonymously send the first-hand information and even the photos to the Lungmen newspaper. As the world's largest commercial and logistics port, if Lungmen News releases the news, it's only a matter of time before the whole world knows about it.

The more information is blocked, the faster and wider these rumors will spread. In the control of public opinion, the most taboo thing is to do such a stupid thing, which can almost certainly demonstrate what it means to "the more you ban, the more popular it becomes".

"I told you not to install surveillance cameras—" W thought to herself with glee. If there were surveillance cameras, she wouldn't have dared to go this far. After all, it would be easy to determine where she was standing from the perspective of the photos and information, and then the surveillance footage could be compared to find loopholes and problems.

However, on the other hand, how could Therese, who was involved in the theft of the country, possibly allow the Victoria Police to install surveillance cameras on his own turf? That would be suicidal.

Meanwhile, on the other side, "Your Highness?"

"I'm fine." Therese's hands were shaking. Luckily, she had been careful and trained a Stand, otherwise she would be the one blown to pieces in that car right now.

"Let's quietly return to our hiding place without making a sound." Theresis couldn't figure out who would target her in this way. It wasn't that she had no suspects, but rather that she had too many.

The Red Dragons might be hoping to blow themselves up; the nobles of Kazdel might be too.

Even his own subordinates might harbor rebellious thoughts; and even the lions might feel they are no longer useful and are becoming an increasing threat, so they might eliminate them in advance.

Because he couldn't find a target, he dared not return to the mansion. Instead, he hid in a secret place he had prepared in Victoria, which allowed him to successfully escape the subsequent bombing of the mansion.

This further confirmed Therese's suspicion that someone wanted to kill him. He didn't plan to show his face until he found the enemy. Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations. He had prepared for the coup to fail, for his sister to defeat him on the spot, and for him to flee incognito. In retrospect, his preparations were indeed very wise.

A hiding place, secret funds, a backup identity, even a trusted confidant—if it weren't for the immense pressure his sister and that evil spirit put on him, forcing him to do good deeds only to fail and be hunted down, leaving him no choice but to live as an ordinary person, he wouldn't have prepared these things. If they were, they would probably be scattered all over the streets now, mixed in with all that gold and silver.

Chapter 47 Reverse Nipple

Chapter 47

Since there are no trains or airplanes, the regular ferry service from Victoria to Longmen is a common mode of transport for international travel. The speed is not fast, generally reaching 30-40 kilometers per hour on land. In relatively flat and solid terrain, it can reach a higher speed, but it will not exceed 50 kilometers per hour.

The journey from Victoria to Lung Mun requires at least 40 non-stop hours. Considering the actual stops for resupply, maintenance, and passenger pick-up and drop-off, it would take at least two weeks to reach Lung Mun port.

It's considered a mode of transportation for the middle class in Terra. The longest route, from Victoria to Lungmen, costs around 10,000 Lungmen Dollars, based on the business class ticket W bought. It's definitely not a price that ordinary wage earners can afford.

With a "whoosh," W, dressed as a businesswoman, pulled a stack of newspapers from the magazine rack. Every time the ship docked, the magazine rack would be updated with a new batch of newspapers and magazines to keep passengers from getting bored. The headlines of the newspapers during the recent dockings presented a peculiar state, fully illustrating the evolution of information in the process of transmission.

At the time of departure, the headline of the Victoria Sailor's Gazette was "The Regent Therese has been attacked by an unknown terrorist force and his fate is currently unknown." The content was generally positive, describing what kind of person Therese was, praising his noble qualities and lineage, and strongly criticizing the cruel killers.

This almost made W want to cancel her ticket and go back to send the newspaper along with her, so she could stand shoulder to shoulder with the noble Theresis, but thankfully she held back.

The Victoria Border Daily, which was nearing Kazimierz, then reported a slightly more positive story: "His Excellency Therese was attacked and killed," but overall it was still a fairly objective and rational report.

After entering Kazimierz, the Knights Daily's headline became "Kazdel's Government-in-Exile Head Attacked, Suspected to be the Work of Domestic Opposition," a purely neutral report that boldly predicted a series of complex reactions that Kazdel might experience as a result of the incident, without focusing much on Theresis himself.

Because the regular ships don't travel in a straight line, they pass through places like Sargon and Syracuse along the way, and the headlines gradually changed to things like "Kazdel nobles attacked by doll bombs," "The Sarkaz demon king was killed by an assassin with toys," "The despicable Sarkaz usurper finally met his demise," and "What turned cute dolls into murder weapons?"—a style that increasingly resembled gossip.

And it varies depending on the country through which it is conducted. For example, Syracuse, with its strong Mafia culture, has explored the feasibility of using dolls to kill people in great depth.

Sargon, on the other hand, focuses more on criticizing the Sarkaz race, engaging in blatant personal attacks and discrimination.

Near commercial ports like Lungmen, the thriving entertainment industry led to the rise of tabloids, whose main focus was on how Theresis was connected with a bunch of yellow and white things, and eye-catching things like pink doll rabbits killing people.

W experienced firsthand how the news media transforms from a government mouthpiece into a champion of truth-telling, and then slides all the way into a pandering entertainment institution. His expression changed from gloomy at the beginning to increasingly cheerful and happy, after all, tabloid reporters dare to make up anything.

Especially when they fabricated stories about a dead man far away in Victoria, as long as Kazdel's army didn't storm into Lungmen, there was nothing they wouldn't dare to make up, and they became increasingly outrageous.

Of all the newspapers, the Ursus newspapers were the most outrageous. These bear-men seemed to have unleashed all the humor and artistry that had been almost extinguished by their daily hardships. The ups and downs of the stories were almost comparable to a serialized novel, and the writing was even more beautiful and subtle, without vulgarly focusing on those strange, flying, yellowish-brown substances.

Instead, the focus shifted to Therese's private life, and the author ingeniously proposed a very strange theory: it was a crime of passion. Based on this speculation and theory, the author constructed a story that included romance, suspense, court intrigue, and aristocratic secrets, which even W found plausible.

Undoubtedly, this pure and unpretentious item stood out among a sea of ​​ordinary women, and it sold like hotcakes on the regular ferry. W even bought several for his collection, and would occasionally bring them out as a joke to relax.

A person will experience three deaths in their life. The first death is physical death, when the heart stops beating and the brain completely stops responding, then he is dead, but he still lives in the hearts of other people.

The second death is the death of social relationships. When a person dies, everything they leave behind, whether it's political wealth, personal connections, or even family blood ties, will disappear with the passage of time.

The final death is the true death. All the merits and demerits vanish into the river of time, and everyone completely forgets your existence. Only the tombstone discovered by archaeologists can prove that in a place unknown to everyone and in the past, there once lived such a person.

To put it bluntly, all traces of you in this world have completely disappeared. And Theresis finds that she seems to have avoided the first death, but has prematurely faced the second one. Everyone is talking about their own death, and everyone is even talking about the strange substance flying around that left a deep impression and the process by which the Victoria Police concluded that she was stabbed by a pink rabbit doll.

No one cares or even notices that there was once a Kazdel regent in Victoria, or what he did. Allies are accelerating the absorption and division of his political assets, while enemies are celebrating and trying to seize what originally belonged to him. Pure bystanders just want to see what exciting news is coming.

Whether he is actually dead or not, in everyone's eyes he is already dead. Even if he jumps out now, he will only be shoveled into a grave. After all, you can't just spit out the meat you've eaten, can you?

Fortunately, Theresis also has its own advantages. As a government in exile, it is often just a group of people who need such a thing to represent their interests.

Whether this Theresis is real or fake, the nobles in the country don't care.

However, this completely destroyed the initiative he had painstakingly built up. His strategy was completely different from Theresa's, but the goal was the same. Theresa's strategy was a bottom-up reform. She sympathized with and pitied the ordinary Sarkaz people. She could even call out the name of anyone in the legion.

Therefore, this benevolent and loving demon king was supported by the most Sarkaz people, but she was not liked by the Sarkaz nobles or her own subordinates.

Because those royalists were also nobles, they supported the Queen simply because it would bring them honors, allowing them to rise from minor officers and nobles to high-ranking nobles, enjoying the wealth and power of generations of royalty.

Conversely, Therese's strategy was top-down reform. He won over radical officers and nobles, generously divided the interests belonging to the royal court to win people's hearts, cared for his subordinates and did not punish them for burning a few villages or looting, and introduced foreign forces to disrupt the situation.

Everything was for the purpose of gaining supreme power, and then eliminating these long-established nobles one by one from top to bottom.

After completing the reforms in Kazdel, he will lead the Sarkaz to fight for equal rights in their own way, or to put it more bluntly, he chooses to obtain the dignity and rights they deserve in the Ursus style.

Theresa, on the other hand, appears to be more idealistic. Although she belongs to the bottom-up faction, she has not grasped the truth that this is not a dinner party. Being more gentle and kind also means being more vulnerable and easily swayed under pressure.

Her solution to the Sarkaz problem was to completely abandon the mercenary business, transform the people from a fierce nomadic raiding tribe into a settled, productive one, and to try to develop the economy and technology, as well as improve the status of the lower-class Sarkaz people.

In its original state, Theresa was a benevolent monarch with widespread support, while a certain evil spirit from the Tower of Babel was a cold-blooded, heartless, and tearless monster.

Between the two, Kal'tsit reconciled the two styles with her erudition and extensive negotiation experience as a manager, forming a virtually flawless trio.

A lone evil spirit is too cold and ruthless to be loved by its subordinates. Even the lowest-ranking Sarkaz don't know what it's thinking and can only be feared. Theresa, though kind and gentle and well-liked, is weak, easily bullied, and lacks her own opinions. She can be easily fooled and oppressed to the point of collapse. As for Kal'tsit alone, she can't do anything without these two.

Therefore, to deal with Theresa at that time, it was necessary to eliminate her strongest armor and shield, the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel.

Whether it's turning them into enemies or getting him injured and forced to leave the scene, he is the strongest and most vulnerable member of this iron triangle.

The three people included one who was good at winning people's hearts and was known for his benevolence, similar to Liu Bei.

One is a tactical expert, so intelligent he's almost supernatural, like the village strategist Zhuge Liang (his reasons for sleeping on the board are probably similar to those of the village strategist); the last one is exceptionally good at making money.

Imagine, the entire Tower of Babel and Rhodes Island's funding came from Kal'tsit and Kroos; their reputation for being exceptionally good at making money is truly well-deserved.

Whether you're a research director or a logistics director, as long as you're exceptionally good at making money, other flaws like being a riddle teller are just occupational hazards.

Thus, they formed a formidable combination that was exceptionally capable in combat, adept at winning people's hearts, and had no shortage of funds, nearly crushing Theresis and the alliance of powerful nobles who supported him.

However, dealing with the other two members of this group would be met with strong resistance from the villager. After countless failures and almost losing everything, they discovered that the most vulnerable member of the group was actually the most powerful doctor.

Once the Doctor is dealt with, the remaining two are easier to deal with. One is only good at riddles and can't accomplish anything. It's like having Mi Fang as prime minister. I guess Shu Han might not even survive until Liu Shan's time. The other one is the Queen. She instantly went from being the Imperial Uncle to Liu Shan. They are both easier to deal with than the other.

Ultimately, with a bit of luck and a bit of an accident, they successfully sent the Doctor to his death, and the Queen was also successfully crushed by the pressure, using the "Heaven and Earth Destruction" tactic, sacrificing her own life to add the charge of regicide to Theresis's head, making him unable to use "orthodoxy" as a weapon anymore.

As for Kal'tsit, the more she tried to manage things, the more dire her situation became. In the end, she had no choice but to escape and reincarnate as Rhodes Island, and was almost completely expelled from the competition.

It's fair to say that with the Doctor dealt with, Theresis was practically guaranteed victory, if not for the Queen's self-destructing pot.

However, a new iron triangle is about to be formed. Old Xia is particularly good at making money and also at equipment and production, and Patriot is incredibly powerful.

If the Doctor's strength lies solely in his exceptional tactical command, enabling him to utterly crush Theresis's tens of thousands of troops with just two thousand men, then Patriot is, in a literal sense, a formidable fighter.

The character who wins people's hearts and minds is Talulah, and unlike Theresa, Talulah herself also...

They are very capable fighters. Fortunately, this new trio is currently causing trouble in Ursus. The headaches are with Duke Kosichean and the Emperor, not the nobles of Kazdel, nor Mr. Theresis.

On the snowfield, a hemispherical device is gradually taking shape and undergoing repair. Old Xia's ability to repair and assemble is very limited; he has only seen many parts before and doesn't even have the instruction manual. Fortunately, the advantage of this modular small engine is its simple structure, but the disadvantage is that if it breaks, the entire machine must be replaced.

"The initial inspection is complete. There are no major problems. It's usable..." Old Xia climbed out of the base carrying his toolbox. "However, for us, this thing might not be very useful. Its biggest purpose is probably to ward off natural disasters."

The force field is deflected, causing the movement of atmospheric Originium particles to be deflected in other directions, so as to prevent large Originium particles and particle clusters from accumulating in a certain area, which substantially affects the formation of natural disasters.

"Warp drive... truly... a mysterious creation." Kal'tsit pondered for a long time before finally finding such a word. In her earliest, hazy memories, the First Men and the Terrans did not possess this technology.

Certain special Originium devices can indeed slightly affect spacetime curvature, or gravity, to some extent, but they are still at least two industrial revolutions away from forming a jump field.

Just as the ancient Greeks discovered that the hot steam from boiling water could be used to do work, such as powering a fan.

However, they were unable to put this discovery and technology into practical use, as the use of steam engines did not occur until the Industrial Revolution, more than a thousand years later.

Without readily available materials, processes, and engine designs, it would take an extremely long time and a great deal of scientific research effort to go from discovering gravitons that affect the curvature of spacetime to achieving restraint, excitation, orientation, force field manifold stabilization, and safety shielding—not just crushing oneself into a pancake.

What is its maximum speed?

"1.5 times the speed of light, in overload mode; in normal cruise mode, 2/3 the speed of light. This is only for ships within a galaxy; it's not used for intergalactic travel."

Old Xia summoned the control panel and adjusted the engine's data. He had never repaired a warp drive, but he had at least used one, so he could run a simulation program.

"How long would it take to get to other arks, I mean other orbits?"

"You mean planets? It depends on the distance. However, considering the distribution of matter in a star system composed of main-sequence stars of average mass... the most distant objects are generally around 200 astronomical units away. To reach the most distant planet, cruise mode would take about 40 hours without interruption, but the warp drive cannot operate for that long."

Old Xia scratched his head, "After all, this thing does work. It usually needs to be cooled and de-cooled every 12-20 hours, which takes about 3-4 hours. Large spacecraft take even longer, not to mention the inertia and the conventional engine operation for terminal maneuvers..."

"It should take about 3-4 days to complete an interstellar flight. If you mean lunar orbit or something like that, it's quite fast. Even with acceleration and deceleration, it would only take one or two hours. You might not even need to use warp drive. A conventional arc engine would be sufficient."

“I mean, to other bright stars…” Kal’tsit readjusted her words, wondering if the Terrans still had a chance to leave this land and go to a new home.

"A star system? Maybe a few decades, assuming it's still intact. We usually use jump engines or stargates..."

"What is that...?"

"Two overlapping fixed points in a three-dimensional solid space, where both ends are relatively stationary relative to any object in the three-dimensional solid space—this is a concept beyond our comprehension. You'd better not ask me why this can be done. I'm not a starship engineer, much less a graduate in spacetime physics. My understanding of it is limited to the general science textbooks I studied in high school..."

“Uh…” Old Cat’s gaze.

"Well, if I had to say," Lao Xia picked up a writing board and placed a pen vertically on it, "it's roughly this structure. In fact, it's in motion relative to any matter, and motion is a fundamental property of the universe. However, any kind of motion on this two-dimensional board appears as no motion to any observer on this one-dimensional pen."

"Because there are only two directions of motion in one dimension, forward and backward. Therefore, in their observation, the line whose length constantly changes as it swings back and forth on the two-dimensional plate represents... an entrance and an exit that appear at different times..."

"Any movement of his relative to this one-dimensional pen will only manifest as a flickering at different times, just like a train passing through a station. We just board this train at this moment and then go to the next station."

"Actually, this line isn't truly perpendicular only once. It bends at a certain point and becomes perpendicular to the paper again. And the paper isn't a right-angled plane, but a hypersurface, something like that..."

Old Xia spread his hands, "This is the entire description in my textbook. Considering that this is a general education course for middle school students, popular expressions based on scientific theories are all similar erroneous statements."

If you're trying to crack the Stargate principle this way, my advice is you'd be better off drinking a glass of golden mead; you might just awaken faster-than-light teleportation abilities.

Golden mead: An item from the Cthulhu Mythos; drinking it allows one to teleport a distance measured in light-years.

Clearly, the concept of a stargate is so strange that it exceeds the knowledge and comprehension of both parties involved in the discussion, just as everyone can understand what a wormhole is in a popular science sense.