Chapter 130 Experimental Pregnancy, Torn Photos (Asking for Monthly Votes)

Boom, boom, boom.

The door slowly opened, and a man in a white coat walked into the room.

He wears simple glasses with black frames. Behind the lenses is a pair of eyes that reveal rigor and wisdom.

The man's face was calm and composed. His eyes quickly swept across the room, then he looked at the person behind the desk and asked in a gentle voice: "Director, you disturbed our sleep. What's the matter?"

The supervisor glanced at the woman in the arms of the man in the white coat.

The woman was petite and naked. Her arms were tightly wrapped around the man's neck, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her ankles were twisted and knotted like a rope. Her head was drooped on the man's shoulder, and her face was pale. Opening his eyes to the lifeless dead fish.

There is also a work badge hanging under the woman's pale neck. On it is printed the ID photo taken not long ago when she joined the company. Her smile is pure and sweet.

The supervisor raised his eyebrows: "You have changed your sleeping partner again. You are changing your taste too diligently now."

The man in the white coat lowered his head and looked at the woman lovingly, and said gently: "The last woman smelled bad. You know, I have mysophobia."

The supervisor mentioned it lightly, then stopped his joking expression and turned his tone serious: "There is a situation in District 9. The latest batch of big black cores were not recovered on time."

The man in the white coat's expression immediately turned grim: "My experiment is at a critical stage, and the supply of the big black core must not be interrupted."

Before the supervisor could speak, the man in the white coat made an urgent request: "The black core in District 9 has been taken back. What is the situation in Districts 8 and 7?"

District 6 is the gathering point for the three districts under the jurisdiction of the supervisor. The big black cores in Districts 7, 8 and 9 will be collected and turned over here.

The supervisor frowned and shook his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "The black cores in Districts 8 and 7 must be handed over uniformly. The experiments conducted by the head teacher in Shangcheng have also entered a critical stage and a death order has been issued. , we can’t intercept even one.”

The man in the white coat gently pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose and made a request in a firm tone: "According to past practice, all the large black cores collected and produced by the Sixth District in the first half of the year should be allocated to me."

The supervisor shook his head slightly and explained with an expression of embarrassment: "Due to the loss of the big black core in the ninth district, our inventory in the sixth district must first be used to fill the vacancies in the ninth district, so..."

The man in the white coat's face instantly lost its gentle brilliance and was replaced by a haze.

He frowned and became irritable, then he started to untie his "lover's" feet and roughly threw her to the ground, splashing out a pool of formalin, giving off a pungent smell. .

His voice was low and firm, with unquestionable seriousness: "Without the timely supplement of the Big Black Core, our previous experimental results will face the risk of being wiped out."

"The various physiological indicators of the E-37 experimental conception are exceptionally good, and it has the potential to wake up. I will never allow such a seed of hope to be aborted like this, I must ensure that it is born smoothly!"

The supervisor's face was calm, and his eyes revealed an indescribable indifference. He quietly stared at the emotional man in the white coat.

After a long silence, he slowly exhaled: "I understand that your experiment is at a crucial stage, but... the instruction of Chief Shangcheng is unquestionable. We can only obey it. "

Deep down in his heart, the supervisor also harbors ardent expectations for the smooth birth of the E-37 experimental pregnancy. However, there is a more sensitive scale in his heart - that is, to please Chief Teacher Shangcheng.

For him, the E-37 experimental body is just one of the many "investment projects" he is responsible for. Although important, on the balance of loyalty and obedience, it still has to give way to absolute obedience to superiors. Ingratiation.

The position under his butt determines that it is impossible for him to disobey Chief Teacher Shangcheng.

For the man in the white coat, the E-37 experimental conceptus was far more than a simple project. It was the fruit of all his hard work. It was like his "heir", carrying his dreams and hopes.

This natural gap between those engaged in technology and those engaged in management seems to be an eternal contradiction, even in cults.

The man in the white coat reluctantly compromised. His voice was as cold as ice, revealing a sense of unwillingness: "In that case, let's go find the lost big black core in District 9."

The supervisor gently spread his hands with a wry smile on his expression: "The situation in District 9 is indeed not optimistic. Unfortunately, the big black core fell into the hands of the heretics of the Puppet Mother. The puppet mother may have become interested in the black core."

He paused and his face became serious: "I'm afraid the situation is much more dangerous than we imagined. I have reported the situation to the chief instructor urgently. I think it is best for the chief instructor to directly send experts to the ninth district to handle it."

The man in the white coat turned gloomy: "By the time you report it, and by the time the chief instructors hold a meeting for approval, the E-37 test subject will have lost its nutrients and died."

The man in the white coat sneered, he was very aware of the efficiency of the head coach.

He had slandered in his heart more than once. It was obviously a deviant cult, but it also suffered from the common problems of big companies.

The man in the white coat couldn't wait any longer and said sarcastically: "There are so many dangers. It's just an excuse or an exaggeration for the people below to do things poorly."

The man in the white coat knew this very well, because he often did this when applying for new funding when his experiments failed.

He leaned forward, glared at the supervisor with a sense of oppression, and said solemnly: "Let me go to District 9, and I will personally get the big black core back."

The supervisor frowned and seemed to be hesitating: "Okay, I'll send a team over, but you should stay in the laboratory and wait for news."

The man in the white coat shook his head categorically: "That batch of rubbish under your command has failed more than succeeded. I don't trust them. I have to go in person. There is no time to delay the experiment."

The supervisor sighed helplessly and finally nodded: "Well, since you insist so much, I will send an elite team out immediately. They will sneak into District 9 and obey your command completely."

After a pause, the supervisor asked a new question: "But how do you plan to get over it? You are the star scientist of our company, and there are countless pairs of eyes from the outside world staring at you all the time."

The man in the white coat frowned and thought for a moment, then gave his plan:

"Don't we have a cooperative relationship with Hongguang Pharmaceutical in District 9? We can ask them to hold an academic exchange meeting. In this name, I can go as an invited guest."

The supervisor approved the plan of the man in the white coat, and he nodded and agreed: "This is not difficult. I will contact Hongguang Pharmaceutical in the morning."

The man in the white coat looked a little gentler, and thought of something again: "Since we are going to participate in academic exchanges, let's go through the formalities in the name of transporting experimental equipment, and send the cute little guys I trained together. "

The director's mind flashed to those "cute little guys" that the man in the white coat said, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps on the back of his neck. He muttered to himself: "The deformed aesthetics of the mad scientist are really incomprehensible. "

"This is a troublesome point and it will take some time." The supervisor finally agreed, "I will get it done as soon as possible."

The man in the white coat stood up straight again, his face returned to his usual calm and gentle look, and asked: "So, now, please tell me, who specifically stole the food of E-37? You must not tell me, your subordinates People haven’t even found out about this yet.”

The supervisor gently rotated the computer screen so that it faced the man in the white coat, and said at the same time: "The leader of the puppet mother's minions is named Zheng Hang, and he is hiding. Fortunately, we have another person who can be a breakthrough."

The supervisor faintly spit out a name: "Feng Yuhuai!"

The man in the white coat gently held up the frame, and it could be seen that not all of the people dispatched to the ninth district this time were idlers. At least they had collected the target information very carefully.

In the text of the email, there was also a clear picture inserted, which should be a photo of Zhang and his daughter. The photo was incomplete and seemed to have been torn from it.

But it doesn’t matter, the main goal is just in the photo.

The man in the photo is wearing the uniform of the patrol room, with a serious and unsmiling face.

The girl next to him was wearing a youthful school uniform and had a sweet smile.

The man in the white coat looked away from the man and focused on the girl's sweet face. He subconsciously licked his lips and murmured: "Feng Yuhuai, you have to sleep with me if you take my things."

Then, the man in the white coat withdrew his gaze, gently stepped over the female body on the ground, and walked out of the office.

The supervisor's gaze followed the man in the white coat until he disappeared, and his expression immediately became extremely gloomy.

He took a deep breath of the formalin smell in the air, then dialed the number on the landline and said in a cold tone: "Inform the cleaning staff to come up and clean up the garbage."

On the ground, the female corpse with fair skin and delicate figure had a stiff face but still maintained a sweet expression. She stared at the ceiling silently, as if she was telling something silently...

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