The little black bugs were like loyal citizens of their country, welcoming the arrival of their emperor in Paris. The Tibetan man pushed open the door and entered, the room instantly became silent.
The entire container had turned into a hive of bugs. In every corner, in every jar, you could find piles and piles of bugs everywhere. Anyone who was afraid of bugs would be so scared that they would faint on the spot when they came to this space.
But what was even more terrifying was the underground of the container. The original rocks and soil were swallowed and moved by the little black bugs, forcibly digging out a huge space in the ground, and there were roads in all directions, just like a maze.
This was the inspiration that the Tibetan man found from the underground base in Yokosuka, and building an underground nest itself was also the specialty of the bugs.
Sitting on a second-hand chair that no one knew where, the Tibetan man flipped through a suspicious magic book.
"Preface …" The Tibetan man's English was not simple to fool.
To be able to successfully graduate from the medical department of a famous university and become a forensic doctor, no matter how bad his English was, it would not be too bad.
He roughly glanced at the preface that the editor pretended to write, and then leisurely flipped a few pages.
"Creak, creak."
A group of little black bugs squeezed together, carrying a water cup and moved to the Tibetan man's hand, the little black bugs working together showed extraordinary organizational power.
As long as there were a lot of black bugs, not to mention a water cup, even a tank could be directly overturned.
"Thank you." Saying thanks to himself, the Tibetan man flipped another page.
The more he looked at the things written in the magic book, the more the Tibetan man felt that the money of a fool was easy to cheat.
What kind of weird magic is this?!?
Magic that could curse people with constipation, magic that could curse people with diarrhea, magic that could pick up coins on the side of the road when going out, magic that could make people sleep more peacefully.
The Tibetan man found that most of the magic in this book was to steal the work of doctors. Fortunately, he could not find a magic that could resurrect a corpse, or else it would be hostile to his job as a forensic doctor. But if he could master some supernatural power like Corpse Control, it would not be bad to think about it.
"This magic is too stupid."
"Write the name of yourself and your loved one in the middle of the magic circle, and you can fall in love within 30 days."
"Why are they still using the same trick decades ago and now? Would there really be a fool who would believe this?"
This made the mole immediately remember those boring TV stations, in order to increase the ratings, every morning they would broadcast programs about the XX horoscope's love luck.
The little black bugs carried the pen and paper to the Jianhei people. Another wave of little black bugs filled the cup with water. The smart home system developed by high-tech companies had been realized in the hands of the Jianhei people.
"Hello, I do."
Picking up a piece of paper and a pen, the Tibetan in Jianhei started to copy on the paper seriously.
As a medical student, he had drawn various parts of the human body, tissues, and organs in detail throughout his university career. Medical drawing was a basic skill for surgeons. In order to strengthen their memory and straighten out their thoughts, every medical student was trained to be a master painter.
Perhaps this magic book really was the real deal. Anyway, there was no harm in experimenting, so it was worth a try.
"Whose name should I write, Guang Mo Liang?
Masami?
Oi Shinagaki? "
Scratching his head, the Black Tibetan simply waved his hand. With so many choices, who would be so lucky to become his wife?
"Forget it, I choose to take all of them!"
"Since it's a foreign magic circle, if I write Chinese characters or pseudonyms, I'm afraid they won't be able to read it. Otherwise, I'll mark their English names.
Okay, that's enough, the next step is to draw on the ground, right? "
With the smart home system, the Black Tibetan didn't need to do anything like drawing on the ground. The little black bugs immediately drew neatly on the ground according to his thoughts.
The magic circle had a diameter of two meters, and it looked quite imposing.
"Kill yourself."
The thought of suicide flashed, and the tool bugs immediately died on the spot. Even if the blood of one bug was little, the death of thousands of them was enough to leave a thick layer on the ground.
The Black Tibetan couldn't figure out where this ability to create tangible bugs with invisible energy came from. This was simply the legendary creation from the void, the power of God.
"…"
"…"
But the death of thousands of little black bugs didn't cause any abnormal phenomenon, only the lonely and ridiculous magic circle on the ground.
There was no sudden light, and there was no Familiar coming out of the magic circle.
"How could I be so stupid to believe this kind of thing."
Knocking his head, the Tibetan in the black sighed deeply.
As a social elite, as an excellent forensic doctor, he actually believed this kind of thing for a moment.
"I understand, there must be a special ability in this magic book that can lower the IQ of the reader!" The Black Tibetan felt that he had grasped the key to the problem.
But after a while, he threw away the magic book. People who believed in the existence of magic circles were too ridiculous.
The Black Tibetan didn't know that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the hidden darkness. Mizuno was amused by the Black Tibetan's offline.
Did he have a mental problem in the Rainbow Nation, or was this the nature of the Black Tibetan?
Hiding in the Rainbow Nation's Joburg, in a physical sense, as long as he didn't expose himself, Mizuno believed that the Black Tibetan could hide until he died of old age. Even if he was discovered, he could escape into the vast inland of Africa. Once he stepped into the inland of Africa, it would be impossible to find him again.
But this offline really had a calm and unyielding heart. In a short period of time, the Black Tibetan made a lot of research on the Parasite Worm.
Compared with the world of Naruto with the power of Chakra, the earth's human beings were undoubtedly weak, but this weakness promoted the establishment of social organization and scientific system of the earth civilization. Several generations of the oil woman family used the primitive method to cultivate Parasite Worms. Although it took a long time, the Black Tibetan had the experience of the entire earth's scientific system behind him, not to mention the indirect assistance of the cheating system.
Far away from the island nation, whether it was the Tibetan people or Mizuno, they could all boldly make some new attempts.
"The new type of worm is too destructive to the human body. There are too few reference samples. Only the ordinary Toxoplasma gondii can be used as a reference. If only I had money."
The Black Tibetan fantasized about his life after he had money. At that time, he must build the world's most advanced research institute. He could do whatever he wanted to do, and he wouldn't have so many constraints like now.
After fantasizing for a while, the Black Tibetan held his hands in front of his stomach, sat on the chair and slowly fell asleep.
There is everything in the dream, and everything in the dream will come true.