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Xia City after entering autumn was a nation of crows.
This ugly yet intelligent creature was the true master of the city. They gathered in groups on the roadside trees, mocking the passers-by with their hoarse, monotonous voices.
Wah, wah, go and be unlucky!
Occasionally, they would even show off their superb flying skills under the spoke-shaped clouds in the sky.
Most of the passersby looked as if their parents had died. They stared at the black shadows circling in the sky with hatred in their eyes, as well as the strange cloud formation even higher up.
Xia City's skies were covered by this sort of cloud and mist after entering the latter half of September. A total of six earthquakes of around magnitude 3, three earthquakes of magnitude 4, and two earthquakes of magnitude 5 occurred in less than a week.
The magnitude and intensity of the earthquake had not yet reached the limit of the city's tolerance, but the fragile people's hearts were already shaken.
More than half of the sound and electric waves shuttling through the air of Xia City were shouting with all their might.
Earthquake clouds, earthquake clouds!
In the era of civilization that was about to enter the 22nd century, this kind of "folk science concept" was openly spoken by various experts and scholars and appeared in the media.
Luo Nan was more or less affected.
When he got off the low-altitude bus with the black leather notebook that never left his side, the bracelet on his wrist vibrated. After the signal was connected, his aunt, Madam Luo Shuqing, said,
"Let's go home tonight. Your uncle has already prepared dinner!"
Due to the frequent earthquakes in recent days, his aunt, who had allowed him to live independently, immediately tore up the agreement and repeatedly ordered him to go back to live with her so that he could take care of her.
Luo Nan absolutely could not agree to this. He had painstakingly entered Acumen College. Wasn't it all for the sake of his days of independence and freedom? What's more, this was the most critical juncture. If they were delayed for even a day, who knew what the consequences would be!
The problem was that Luo Nan had never been good with words. The reason he put forward didn't have the slightest bit of persuasiveness. The situation grew more and more rigid. He watched as his Aunt reached out her hand from the phone and dragged him back.
Luo Nan was having a headache when he received a message. He only skimmed through the gist of it before sighing inwardly at his good luck. He hastened to add more weight: "Today I have to study. Tomorrow I have an interview with the society … …"
"Interview? Which club? "
"Uh, the Mystical Arts Research Society."
"Mysticism?"
Luo Shuqing was a little suspicious. Soon, she called out,
"Moya, Moya!"
Not long after, a slightly hoarse voice joined the call. It had a unique lazy tone. It was Luo Nan's older cousin, Mo Ya, who had just graduated from Acumen College last year.
"The Mystic Arts Research Society. I know. It's said that they are very rich, and the people inside are very willful."
Luo Shuqing couldn't stand her daughter's attitude and immediately reprimanded her, "Speak properly!"
Mo Ya laughed. "No matter how well you put it, your 'biological son' isn't doing well either. It's only been a month since school started, and he's still in the interview. He's obviously not sociable! Acumen College is trying to merge east and west. Their western way of thinking is very serious. There's no club life, and they first cut off their credits. As for entering a higher school and finding a teacher, the recommendation letter from the school definitely won't have anything good to say … "
The explanation of adding fuel to the fire instantly ignited yet another mother-daughter battle. The focus of the conflict shifted, and Luo Nan, who was over a hundred kilometers away, was able to escape unscathed.
Luo Nan had been standing in his living room for nearly half an hour at this time. The sky was already dark, and the living room lights automatically lit up, casting his figure into the window of the high-rise apartment across the street.
Luo Nan issued an order, and the curtains automatically closed.
But at this time, a black shadow passed through the closing curtains and landed on the open balcony. The shadow used its thick beak to push open the sliding door of the French window, and swaggered inside with an indescribable ease.
This uninvited fellow was a typical bald crow. Aside from the base of its ash-white beak, its entire body was jet-black. It looked sturdy and robust, and it was a size larger than other crows of the same species. Under the soft light, its feathers fluctuated between deep black and deep blue.
The crow paced a few steps in the room before flapping its wings and leaping onto the coffee table in the living room. Then it leaned its body forward, and a sealed glass test tube the size of a thumb slid out from its thick beak. It landed on the coffee table, and most of the tube was filled with white powder.
The crow felt a lot more comfortable after spitting out the foreign substance in its throat. It cleared its throat in an ostentatious manner:
"Screech! Screech!"
"Ink, shut up!"
The crow's cry was a disaster within this enclosed space. Luo Nan berated it and took the test tube to wash. Then he took out a strip of cooked meat he had prepared and stuffed it in its mouth.
Crows were quite easy to talk to despite being called Ink. They ate very elegantly. It even used its wings to signal to Luo Nan to pour a cup of water for it.
Dinner had been laid out on the dining table to the side. It perfectly conformed to the monotonous craftsmanship of a home AI. The color, smell, and taste were lackluster, but the most important thing was that the portion was ample. It was no problem for three to five people to fill their stomachs. Luo Nan displayed a superhuman appetite, and his speed was extremely fast. He finished at the same time as Ink.
After Ink ate and drank its fill, it drilled out the sliding door of the French window in a straightforward manner. It flapped its wings and flew away.
Luo Nan tidied up the cups and saucers. He was just about to go to the study when his wristband vibrated once more. This time the one who contacted him was his older cousin, Mo Ya. She was carved out of the same mold as her mother. She also opened with a sentence:
"How are you going to thank me this time?"
"Uh, thanks sis."
"Pfft. You don't even know how to change things up!"
Mo Ya knew that Luo Nan's tongue was clumsy, so she didn't tease him any longer. She directly cut to the chase: "That Mystic Arts Research Society. Was it someone else's recommendation, or did you take the initiative?"
"I chose it myself … …"
"Do you know what kind of place it is?"
Luo Nan thought for a bit and gave a simple answer: "It's half society and half research institute in nature. It's privately funded, and its strength is robust. It has an extremely high degree of autonomy compared to the school."
Mo Ya sneered: "It looks great, doesn't it?"
Luo Nan didn't know how to respond for a time.
Mo Ya reminded him: "That's a playground for the rich second generation. The core members form their own circle. They research a few bizarre things every day to pass the time. Students from ordinary families go there to do odd jobs. So it looks great, but it's only for that circle. It has nothing to do with academics or skills … … "
Luo Nan interrupted Mo Ya's indoctrination: "You can do experiments there."
Mo Ya dragged out her tone and went "Oh" with a sigh: "It looks like your experiments are getting more and more torturous. But bro, you should go to a physics or chemistry related interest society to do experiments. "
Luo Nan responded calmly: "Those societies require an internship period. I already obtained the relevant qualifications in middle school. There's no need for me to repeat my previous work."
"The Mystic Arts Research Society is fine?"
"Yes. I've read the introduction. I've also looked at the school forum. That's the only society that can conduct independent and free experiments at the freshman stage. Plus, many of them involve the field of psychotropic drugs. It's just what I need."
Mo Ya ridiculed him: "Odd jobs can conduct free experiments?"
"Maybe a skilled worker can. If the boss is an amateur, then that's even better."
Mo Ya, who always had a sharp tongue, was actually choked by Luo Nan's words. She spoke several seconds later:
"Alright then, Mr. Skilled Worker. I'll just remind you one thing. If you switch societies in Acumen College, you'll certainly be labeled as a misfit. For the next four years … … Oh no. You're a tenth grade student, so that makes it eight years. You'll have plenty of time to regret it. "
"Oh."
Luo Nan's response made Mo Ya sneer: "Alright then. Now let's talk about the issue of remuneration."
"Remuneration?"
"I risked my life to block a bullet for you and you're done with a single word of thanks?"
"Uh, what do you want?"
"Lend me your apartment for one night. I'll hold a small party."
Luo Nan hesitated for a moment: "What date?"
"The 15th of next month. There's still 20 days … …"
"19 days."
"...... Alright then. 19 days. I don't need you to prepare anything. All you need to do is hide those shameful things and move them away. I'll arrange the rest. "
Luo Nan calculated the time: "It shouldn't be a problem. But you need to give me a heads-up 5 days in advance."
"You're not straightforward. Then that's that."
Mo Ya hung up the phone. Luo Nan had a headache over the temporary relocation and placement that would take place in 19 days.
Even so, he was still grateful to Mo Ya. If it wasn't for his cousin covering him up for so many years, how could he continue to carry out dangerous experimental work under the eyes of his aunt?
Luo Nan shook his head and decided to toss these miscellaneous matters to tomorrow to consider.
Right now, it was September 26th, A.D. 2096, 19: 22. The inefficient daytime had finally passed. Luo Nan welcomed the tranquil and precious time of the night.
He walked into the study. A black leather case was placed upright on the desk. It wasn't small in size and looked rather abrupt.
Luo Nan entered his fingerprint and password and lifted the lid of the case. A low hissing sound rang out and the neatly arranged utensils within the case were lifted layer by layer. They were pulled by their respective carriers like unfurling flower petals, entering their predetermined positions one by one.
In an instant, the desk had transformed into a simple yet complete workbench.
Luo Nan took out a portable medical cooler from the bookcase and placed it on the desk. After opening it, there were all sorts of sealed pharmaceutical raw materials inside. After a series of tests confirmed that there were no mistakes, the white powder sent by Ink was placed inside.
Now, all the materials and tools needed for tonight's work were prepared … … At the very least, everything that could be prepared was here.
Having done all this, Luo Nan took a deep breath. He opened a secret compartment on the side of the desk and took out an old notebook.
The cover of the notebook was brown. Its shape was the same as the notebook that Luo Nan always carried with him. They were both loose-leaf notebooks. But because of the long years of use, the brown notebook was affected by the large amount of ink and ink. The cover looked a bit loose and the cover was a bit bulging. There was no flexible e-ink screen inside either.
Luo Nan placed his notebook to the side and carefully flipped open the brown notebook.
There was a neat hand-drawn diagram in the center of the title page of the notebook. It was just like how it often appeared in geometry classes. A triangular pyramid, or more accurately, a tetrahedron, and its inscribed sphere and circumscribed sphere formed a completely flawless diagram structure.
Below this group of pictures, someone had written four short sentences in a messy handwriting.
My heart is a prison. My heart is a furnace.
My heart is a mirror. My heart is a nation.
Luo Nan didn't dare to say that he could understand the true meaning of this diagram and these sixteen words. However, every time he flipped to this page, he would observe and read it silently. All of his chaotic thoughts would settle down and his mind would naturally return to tranquility.
Luo Nan paused on the title page for a few seconds before flipping to the back. He searched for the contents and keywords related to pharmaceutical preparations within the densely packed words and sentences. Then he immersed himself in pondering over these profound words and complex molecular formulas:
"Weakening, substitution, simplification … … Grandpa, you help me out!"
Time quickly passed amidst his murmurs.
The lights outside the window lit up and then went out. Luo Nan's attention was constantly moving back and forth between the notebook and the experimental apparatus in front of the workbench. He added all sorts of pharmaceutical ingredients according to the data in the notebook.
During this time, he only took a nap during the slow reaction stage of the ingredients. He slept for around two hours.
At 3: 15 in the morning, the turbid liquid within the reaction apparatus began to boil violently following the addition of the last drop of solution. The color slowly changed as well.
Luo Nan stared closely at the transparent apparatus that seemed like it could explode at any moment to confirm whether or not the reaction met his requirements. Only after two minutes did he stretch his somewhat stiff neck. He began to clean up the junk on the workbench and at the same time, he counted in a low voice:
"Dimethyltryptamine stock 0. Cathinone stock 0. Medroxyfenam stock 2 milligrams. Cetilisstat 5 milligrams … …"
Following his voice, the flipped open flexible e-ink screen of the self-used notebook on the workbench flickered with a glimmer of light. The recording table on the interface automatically changed the relevant data. The majority of the drug stock had already returned to zero or was infinitely close to zero.
The junk that Luo Nan cleaned up was mainly the packaging containers of these drugs. He cleaned and disinfected the recyclable ones and sorted the non-recyclable ones. He spent around half an hour of time before the small workbench was restored to order and cleanliness.
The light green drug within the reaction apparatus continued to boil before slowly cooling down. At this point, Luo Nan could basically confirm that his one night of hard work had not been wasted.
However, there was a corresponding short record on the brown notebook: "Multiple peripheral neuritis has appeared on q-11r. Allergic symptoms have appeared on q-27r. She is on the verge of death. The other test bodies are normal … … Basically there is a substitute effect. The side effects are hard to determine."
Luo Nan shook his head. He estimated that there was still a bit of time left. He swiped the flexible screen and went online to the Occult Orb forum that he frequented.
Though it was early in the morning, the night owls on the forum were still engaged in a lively debate.
The center of the debate was none other than Xia City.
Recently, Xia City's bizarre "earthquake period" had set off wave after wave of climaxes on this forum that was filled with mysticism. Many people were discussing the cause of the earthquake, the geological structure, the resonance of the tectonic plates, the leakage of vital energy … … All sorts of bizarre topics could be brought up.
There were even people who swore in all sincerity that a certain large company was conducting secret experiments in Xia City. It was very likely that this was the source of this "earthquake period".
Luo Nan was not the least bit interested in these boring topics. There were only two things that he was concerned about:
First, would the earthquake affect his experiments?
Second, would the increasingly intense panic make his Aunt forcefully drag him back!?
Luo Nan habitually entered his access password and prepared to log into the internal section of the forum. But a website notification popped up: "Your access is insufficient. Please request verification from the administrator."
Luo Nan was stunned for a moment, then he lightly smacked his forehead. Yes, he had already been kicked into a small black room. The reason for being banned was very simple: These were extraordinary times. All purchasing posts were treated as fishing posts.
This was a new rule established in the forum half a month ago after the police destroyed a certain transnational illegal drug trading network. The wind was tight, but Luo Nan bumped his head against the muzzle of a gun.
Getting his ID banned was a small matter. What was troublesome was having his drug channel severed.
Looking at his current stock of drug ingredients, even if Mrs. Luo Shuqing didn't make a move, he would soon be unable to continue. And the majority of the fifty commonly used drugs he needed were classified under the controlled list of psychotropic drugs. As a minor, it was impossible for him to purchase them from a pharmacy.
Could it be that he really had to walk the black line?
Admittedly, this channel of the Secret Star Forum was illegal, but the source of goods was quite reliable. Many of the goods were "additional transactions" from manufacturers. They were used to evade the strict control of psychotropic drugs. They could barely be considered within the scope of "business".
As for the black line, the quality of the test products that Ink brought over today was passable. But the goods on this line were directed towards serious crimes. The upstream and downstream had close connections with gangs … … Frankly speaking, they were a gang of drug dealers!
So … … Compared to dealing with drug dealers, what did entering the Mystic Arts Research Society amount to? He didn't expect to be able to gather all the raw materials from the society. As long as he could find a new evolutionary channel, then he would make a profit.
Finally, the liquid within the reaction vessel stopped boiling and it rapidly cooled down.
Luo Nan immediately collected all of his distracting thoughts and opened the valve. He let the drug flow into the needle-less syringe that he had prepared earlier. Then he injected the massive amount of psychotropic drug mixture into the blood vessels of his upper arm.
His expression didn't change in the slightest from beginning to end.
Next, Luo Nan meticulously cleaned the experimental apparatus. Then he pressed the restore button, restoring the black suitcase to its original state. Only then did he tear off his gloves and carefully place the brown leather notebook back into the secret compartment. He hid the cold case in the bookcase and went to the bathroom to wash up.
At 4 o 'clock sharp, Luo Nan changed into a sports hoodie and carried the black leather notebook that never left his body. He walked out of the house and began his unshakable daily morning run.
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