The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 563 Arrangement
"You guys keep chatting, I'm going to make a phone call." Having realized the problem with the site, Li Wenkang didn't stay in the archives any longer. He told everyone and then prepared to leave for a while.

That metal wall is a bulletin board, and the bulletin board is filled with information about how genetic collapse can cause cognitive impairment.

A genetic disease similar to "cyberpsychosis," but far more deadly and bizarre, because it shakes the blueprint of life, while the development direction of the life forms in the First Era was "omnipotent self-adaptation."

Countless Earth biological genes and artificially optimized genes underwent unpredictable mutations under the catalysis of the Spirit Particle.

Based on his experience with dragon people and other archaeological sites, Li Wenkang had every reason to suspect that survivors might have been found inside the ruins of that mental hospital.

Just like the tardigrades that exist on Earth, they can enter a state of dehydration, temporarily suppressing almost all of their metabolism and prolonging their lives for decades.

Even on the glaciers of Antarctica, the research team discovered a tardigrade that had been frozen and dormant for thirty years, but immediately revived after being thawed.

The biotechnology of the First Era, coming from Wang Ya's mouth, might seem quite amazing.

However, from Li Wenkang's perspective, the most terrifying technology of the First Spirit Particle Era was not the bizarre biological gene technology that was almost miraculous.

Rather, it is the application of Lingli, especially the application of Lingli's catalytic properties.

The First Era utilized [Spirit Particle Catalysis] to continuously [optimize] itself, without end.

Currently, Earth's technology is only capable of recognizing the existence of something called "spirit particles."

Suppose.

There were indeed survivors at that site.

It has an extremely high probability of being "mentally ill," and the area outside the Great Wall borders the northern border.

Master Fuli's concerns are valid, but the Longevity Club is probably in trouble.

Blue Star hasn't even activated its basic technology, let alone fully absorbed the documents from the mental hospital.

But what Master Fuli said makes sense, so it is inevitable to make three preparations in secret.

"Old Li ran so fast, was he going to rack up points?" Seeing Li Wenkang hurry away, An Sheng couldn't help but look at Wang Ya and ask, letting out a sigh, "..."

"Archaeologists really have it tough! Before starting their jobs, they need a solid knowledge base. Hey, when they actually start, they suddenly realize that they also need physical fitness comparable to that of an athlete and be proficient in all modes of transportation. Otherwise, if something in the site comes back to life, they're doomed."

An Sheng has finished reading the translation.

Besides the potential threat from the Longevity Club, what impressed An Sheng the most was the hard work of the archaeologists.

This job is like earning the salary of a cabbage seller while bearing the risks of selling flour.

Moreover, one must constantly resist inner demons and suppress one's 'easy' thoughts through willpower.

Without a touch of idealism and genuine love, one would probably have picked up a red bucket and run away on the very first day of field archaeology.

"Actually, it's not bad." When talking about her field of study, Wang Ya said with a smile, "Although the workload in the early stages of graduation is comparable to that of civil engineering majors, once you accumulate experience, you can switch to education, civil service, cultural heritage commercial development, or the tourism industry."

An Sheng glanced at Wang Ya and pouted.

Which of the industries you mentioned doesn't rely on passion or have a touch of idealism?

“That’s right. They’re all drought- and flood-resistant crops, so there’s no need to worry about wind and rain affecting the harvest.” An Sheng nodded and decisively changed the subject, saying, “By the way, have you seen Wang Qiqi? I need to get my tablet and make a phone call on WeChat.”

"Engineer Wang? She seems to be sleeping." Wang Ya thought for a moment and replied, but her raised eyebrows showed signs of drooping slightly as her mood changed.

“Then can you show me the way? I’m not very familiar with the roads in the camp,” An Sheng said to Wang Ya.

“Okay.” Wang Ya nodded and led Master Fuli to the camp’s rest area. When they arrived at Wang Ya’s tent, she lifted the curtain and went into the bedroom.

Inside the room, there was a table and two beds. The leopard, who was sleeping on one of the beds, suddenly opened its eyes.

The golden leopard stared intently at Yaoquan Mountain Lord.

"Uh"

Lord Yaoquan waved his hand repeatedly, pointing to the Fortune Fox on his shoulder, signaling the Golden Leopard to stop swatting at him.

"It's alright, I'll come and get the tablet." Master Fuli said to the Golden Leopard. "Tablet?" The Golden Leopard yawned and nudged Wang Qiqi, who was wrapped in a sleeping bag and had just fallen asleep, with its more than one-meter-long tail. "Fuli is looking for you."

"Well?"

Wang Qiqi, who had just fallen asleep after finishing her night shift, woke up from her dream and looked at the room full of people, as well as a strange tiger standing upright. She had a strange expression on her face: "Master Fuli, what are you doing now?"

"The newly accepted apprentice has been enrolled in the Animal Science Department of the Emerging Agricultural Academy."

"Give me the tablet right now, it's urgent." An Sheng jumped off Yaoquanshanjun's shoulder and landed straight on Wang Qiqi's sleeping bag, pushing her belly as she spoke.

"Fine, fine," Wang Qiqi sighed and handed her tablet to Master Fuli.

Master Fuli's authority was logged in on Lin Bingyun's mobile phone and also on Wang Qiqi's tablet, achieving a clear separation between public and private management.

Unbeknownst to many, Lord Fuli's prestige has also contributed to the prestige of many of the security bureau's field personnel.

He entrusted his personal matters to Lin Bingyun for assistance.

I entrust my official business to Wang Qiqi, and she can quickly notify me of any issues that may arise.

Master Fuli took the tablet, opened WeChat, and made a video call to Unos.

"Hmm?" Unos answered the phone, his face still expressionless, but his voice carried a hint of doubt.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask how the excavation at your site is going?"

“I’m going home soon, but I’m curious about the things in that ruin and want to estimate when,” Master Fuli asked Unos.

Unos paused for a moment, glanced at the excavation site, and said, "According to the original plan, today we will break open the mountain with carbon dioxide gas blasting, and then heavy machinery will work in three shifts to clear the site."

"My team and I will open the door the day after tomorrow. If there are any barriers, it may not be possible to open the door until the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you. If there are any new developments, please let me know via WeChat."

Master Fuli nodded and hung up the phone.

just.

Inside the tent, apart from the bewildered Lord Yaoquan Mountain, everyone, including Wang Ya, looked at Master Fuli, who was making a video call, with strange expressions.

"You just asked directly?" Wang Qiqi asked, stunned.

"Can't we just ask directly?" Master Fuli said with a puzzled look. "I'm penniless and never gossip about national affairs or other secrets, so they can't get any information out of me."

Wang Qiqi stared at Master Fuli with a completely bewildered expression.

"Aren't you worried that Unos is lying?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Don't make it sound like I wouldn't buy a ticket and fly here to seek revenge. If he lies to me, I'll just string all his heads together and use them as a drum set for some artistic fun, or maybe string them into prayer beads for Amitabha." Master Fuli said with a face full of certainty.

I asked Mazu about it.

She said it was time to take off.

"However, compared to the ruins, I came here for something else."

"Where's Nene's bed? I want to fight him!"

"Have him bring more people, so that I can borrow missiles from Old Lin and send them soaring into the sky!"

Master Fuli stood up, crossed his arms, tilted his head to the side, and showed a disdainful expression.

Wang Qiqi: "."

Total feeling.
Is Mr. Fuli's ambitions getting too big? Are rocket launchers and street racing no longer enough for him?

(End of this chapter)