"No, you can't do this----"

Vasler felt very confused in his mind. He felt dizzy, as if there was a strong, gorgeous light released from the depths of his brain, and turned into a series of extremely vivid and lively patterns full of psychedelic colors. This made him feel very uncomfortable and even had a ** that wanted to vomit. While subconsciously rejecting Ebul's suggestion, he reached out to grop around the desk blankly, trying to find his own teacup and drink water to quench his thirst.

His body was very heavy, as if there was an extremely large rock pressing on his back. Vasler was trembling all over his body. He found that his hands were out of control and his fingers were twitching rhythmically. He wanted to support the table and stand up, but his knees and legs were sore and weak. As he kept shaking, his body finally lost balance and fell heavily from the chair and fell heavily on the ground. It seemed that all the skeletons had completely dispersed and he was unable to struggle.

"You...you did everything, what did you do?"

Vasler felt his heart beating violently, and his black-framed glasses slid down from the bridge of his nose. He tried hard to raise his head, his confused gaze, and finally locked in the wine glass in Ebul's hand, pressing down the extremely uncomfortable nausea, and asked in a trembling voice: "Wine...did you drink?"

Eibel still maintained a fixed position a few minutes ago, his cloudy eyes staring at Vasler coldly, and his wrinkled face was expressionless. He took the whiskey bottle in the empty table and poured the wine that had not been drunk in the glass back into the bottle. Then, he took the two wine glasses to the sink next to clean, wiped the water stains with a tissue, and carefully put them back to the original position in the bookcase. His movement was very light, wearing a pair of thin polyester gloves. As the most important evidence, he put the whiskey bottle together with the drawings into a briefcase, took out another homework book that had been prepared and was also signed with Zhao Yi's name, and gently placed it on the desk.

"I didn't want to do this."

Eble squatted down and stared at Vasler who was lying on the ground calmly, saying seriously: "You are my best friend. To be honest, I didn't want to do this at the beginning. This is an opportunity. An opportunity to make you and me famous together and make a fortune. There is never a second time, and there is no other choice. The wine only contains some concentrated lsd powder (mel/ketone/diethylamide) and the symptoms of the deceased who took overdose are very similar to myocardial infarction. Many people know that you were a psychedelic taker, and the police will only attribute the cause of death to super-dose. Of course... If you regret it now, it's still time. I really don't want to kill you, I just want to get everything that should belong to me-----"

The whole world was spinning, and countless inexplicable sounds sounded in Vasler's ears at the same time. All kinds of strange pictures in his consciousness came one after another, and Eibo's face was twisted into a weird and evil painting. He felt cold sweat all over his body, and alcohol, coupled with the powerful drug effect, was gradually swallowing the last awake consciousness of his brain. Suddenly, Vasler suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring at Eibo's face with deep wrinkles, fear and horror. He tried his best to say in an vague tone: "...God, I will never... forgive you..."

This sentence seemed to exhaust his last strength, and he completely collapsed, his pupils began to gradually expand, slowly covering a faint whiteness.

Looking at the body where the vitality was rapidly disappearing, Professor Eble held the corner of his lips and a faint smile appeared. But no matter from which angle he looked at, he smiled very terrifyingly and very ferociously.

"I don't need any so-called forgiveness. Poor Vasler, you will soon find that my name... will be juxtaposed with God——"

......

Evolutionary ability has always been the biggest mystery in the human world.

Under the leadership of powerful technological power, the influence of religion on human beings has been reduced to the historical lowest point. Neither God nor Shakyamuni, nor Allah or Taoist ancestors could exert the overwhelming dominance power of ancient times. Naturally, the goals that humans pray for have gradually become scientific and technological authorities that can be actually observed by the naked eye. The money and beliefs that should have been worshipped on the altar have been completely transformed into more motivated sources of research funds.

There are many people looking for the secrets of evolution.

The mysterious hormone secreted by the pineal glands is listed as the largest biological suspense of the century by the Earth Federation and the Pan-United Army. Since the initial discovery of the existence of the evolution point in the last century, the two major groups have issued huge bonuses of up to 500 million. With the exchange rates of the federal dollar and the star coins (Pan-United Army currency), the reward numbers are also increasing at a rate of three to five years. Until now, the amount of bonuses for the evolution point has reached 80 billion.

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There are no accurate numbers to show how many biologists are obsessed with the work of developing artificial evolution points. This is the common aspiration of almost all families, consortiums, large institutions and group forces. Human history itself is writing from impossible to possible. Moreover, no one knows what the end point of evolution is.

Even a fifth-level psychic like Zhao Yi, who has invested a lot of evolution points in "thinking", still has not developed the ability of "prediction". He does not know what happens in the office after he leaves. He cannot know Ebul's despicableness and Vasler's death. He cannot imagine that dirty and sin will happen to him, robbing things that originally belonged to him like a robber.

......

Time passes day by day in boredom and loneliness.

Sitting on the stone steps on the side of the road is a very stupid idea.

But it is undeniable that this is indeed very effective.

The student dormitory of the Federal National University School of Art is a world of difference from the old-fashioned building. It is no longer the simple configuration of four high and low beds plus several sets of tables and chairs. The members of the room have also changed from eight sardine-stuffed canned sardines to two spacious and relaxed. If you think such a room is still crowded, you need more and more private space, and you also have enough money in your pocket, you can also apply for a single building with decoration specifications ranging from simple to luxurious.

In the federal government, people who are able to get to the word "art" usually have a considerable degree of economic strength. In order to earn more money from students, the college board even sets up additional restaurants in the dormitory area. Please note that what we are talking about here is a restaurant, not the canteen in the usual sense. Although they are all facilities with the same functions, they have completely different meanings and contents. In short, the cost in a restaurant is more than twenty times more than the canteen. Of course, the dishes are not the simple and extensive mass type in the canteen. Professional chefs can cook authentic caviar, foie gras cakes, orange juice white snails, or even fresh lobsters that have just arrived by plane and are salty and fishy smell of sea water.

The restaurant and the canteen divide the students into two groups separated by invisible frames. The former represents the descendants of the most powerful families in the federal country. They have a lot of money to squander, and even have servants to accompany them. They never bother to eat in the canteen and are unwilling to communicate with others.

If the latter is expressed in official language, they should be called "middle class". They are rich, but not "rich" in the true sense. The dozens and millions of property in the federal bank are just a meal money for the rich, or tips for rewards. Their children and descendants can only eat in the cafeteria in the college. There is a saying that can summarize them appropriately——"Like the poor, but not the poor."

Everyone at the Art Academy of United University is a "high, handsome and rich". However, there are also classes among the "high, handsome and rich" and there is a comparison.

From the girls' dormitory to the cafeteria, there is a cement straight road worth more than 600 meters long. Many boys will wait here half an hour in advance every day. They will wait and see, search, and finally lock in their favorites and prepare to implement specific goals for the pursuit plan.

Zhao Yi suddenly realized that there were many similar people around him. Or, it should be said that he took the initiative to join the waiting ranks and became one of the courtiers who had strong male hormone secretion and urgently needed female companions to neutralize.

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