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Act Two: Blooming like a majestic flower Chapter 169: Research Institute

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    "Those idiots at the meteorological station are really just for a living. Such a big cloud actually told me that the rainfall rate is zero?"

    Old Jack stared at the gloomy sky with his one eye, and spat viciously on the smooth marble floor next to him.  "Fuck, if the rainfall rate in this damn weather is zero, I will have my brain chewed by the devil in the blink of an eye."

    Of course he has many reasons to be angry.

    For example, he is a doorman, and it is very painful to be on duty in rainy weather.  Moreover, he was the gatekeeper, so it was even more painful for him not to be able to take a step away in the rainy weather.  But the most obvious one is that he didn't bring an umbrella at all.

    In other words, he has to stand here as a doorman like a wooden pole in the stormy weather with thunder and lightning.

    Who does this make him?

    Although he has become a good man now, his one-eyed old Jack was still well-known in the streets back then - I mean relatively speaking, he was a well-known boss in a few streets.  How could he be so tasteless as a poor gatekeeper in a storm?

    So this old gangster who was blind in one eye used a very rude tone that was completely inappropriate for his status as a guard to greet his maternal relatives who were to some extent colleagues. To a certain extent, it was a matter of course.

    But someone just couldn¡¯t stand it, so he took action.

    "You old boy, please calm down for a while. The people above are also worried now. Haven't you noticed that all the old skeletons now have the same sad faces as their dead parents? Rain? It rains at best.  Even if it rains on you, you won't die. But now the sky is falling for those old guys. If the sky falls and they won't pay back, why are you worried?"

    Just when the one-eyed dragon was scolding him happily, a hand stretched out from behind his back and patted the old gangster's head with contempt.  The old gangster who was about to turn around and yell at him suddenly changed his expression 180 degrees when he heard that tone.

    "Oh, what you said, Mr. Supervisor, is that it's impossible for those high-ranking adults to care about a small role like me, right?"

    "Ha, that's not possible. Everyone in the institute is in danger now. Several room cleaners died in the past few days, and even a Lich Master was almost pulled out and destroyed the phylactery. Do you think you and those witches  Master Yao, please give me a cigarette."

    "Okay, okay, I'll order some for you"

    Looking behind him, he looked at the supervisor who was a few years older than him and had some gray hair.  Old Jack had a flattering smile on his face and quickly took out two rough flints from his pocket.  Under the rather dissatisfied gaze of the supervisor, Old Jack shivered and lit the supervisor's cigar, which was worth one month's salary.  Tremblingly, he handed it back to the supervisor's hand.

    "I can't see that you still carry something like this with you? Are you quite smart?"

    "Wherever, it's the same as before, the old habit."

    Seeing the old supervisor holding the cigar in his mouth with his own eyes, Old Jack secretly exhaled.

    Although I said it is a bit frustrating, the salary here is still enough.  And although the researchers had nostrils on their heads, they didn't have any homicidal tendencies, and no one said anything bad to him, the guard.  Therefore, Old Jack is quite satisfied with his profession.

    ¡°Furthermore, Old Jack also knew that the place where he stayed was not really a normal research institution.

    Who has ever heard that a research institution needs a vicious janitor who doesn¡¯t care about killing people?  Who has ever heard of any research institution that has its own square for who knows what?  As a full-time doorman, Old Jack knows what kind of beautiful lines there are under the seemingly normal square at night.  If you want to say that those extremely magnificent light golden patterns are used to decorate the square, you will really not believe it.

    But Old Jack was stunned and didn¡¯t believe it.

    He forced himself not to believe it.

    With this caring and disbelieving spirit, Old Jack, a gangster with nothing, has only stayed here for two years.

    They don¡¯t need any hermits or masters here, nor do they need ears and eyes to see in all directions. What they want is some bastard who knows nothing, doesn¡¯t understand anything, and insists on saying he doesn¡¯t understand when he sees it, to guard the door for them.  Because these people know what kind of burden they carry, they naturally have their own concerns.  All that is needed here is to shut up and calm down.  Because this is a confidential organization, it is not a place where you can talk casually.

    "Forget it, since you are such a good boy, I will tell you something."

    After taking a few puffs of the cigar, the old manager squinted his eyes and patted Jack's head to look generous.  Old Jack is naturally also??Work together to create a dog-leg character who listens attentively to satisfy the supervisor's vanity.

    "You know about the riots in the past few days, right? Don't listen to those people's nonsense about disasters or divine punishment. Those are not the correct reasons. Instead, there is a big boss who is paying attention to us, and his spiritual will is paying attention to us.  This. The precursor caused by the big boss¡¯s consciousness is the main reason for the riots here.¡±

    "What level of boss is that? Is he better than your supervisor?"

    Old Jack made a surprised expression at the right time, which received an approving smile from the old supervisor.

    "Although I can be considered a first-class person in this world, unfortunately, there is a huge difference between me and that adult. Like a person like me? Hey, that kind of big person can do everything with just one finger  Crush me to death."

    The old supervisor smiled sinisterly and stretched out a finger to stub out the cigarette in his hand.

    "In front of that kind of uncle, we are both the same little shrimps. Do you think there is any difference between a bacteria and a grain of sand under a person's feet? No. That kind of uncle doesn't need to look for anything if he wants to crush us to death.  A big move. Just one look can kill us both. So, please be careful not to mess with anyone you can't afford to offend."

    The gray-haired supervisor made a mysterious look and patted Old Jack on the back with a serious look.  What else can you do in the face of such a boss?  Old Jack could only pretend to be flattered and nodded gratefully.

    "I knew you were on the right track. Okay, my time is almost up, so just work hard."

    Taking out his pocket watch and looking at the hands, the old manager waved his hand regretfully.  He turned around and returned to the shadow-covered building.

    And old Jack watched with a respectful look as the old manager's body completely submerged into the shadows. He waited for three minutes before he dared to exhale.  After secretly cursing the damn bureaucracy, he turned around and took up the very promising job of being a gatekeeper.

    But his thoughts of peace and quiet are doomed to be in vain.  He realized this as soon as he turned around.

    "Hey, over there, you're the guard, right?"

    A young man with messy red hair who looked very slender and beautiful had an impatient look on his face.  Wearing a very eye-catching black trench coat, with his hands in his pockets, he stood carelessly in the square looking at the one-eyed old Jack.

    I don¡¯t know since when, the dark clouds with dark red lines in the sky have disappeared.  The Meteorological Bureau did not lie, there was indeed no rain today.  Somehow, old Jack suddenly remembered the ridiculous oath he had made ten minutes ago.  This also made Old Jack feel strangely wary of the red-haired young man.

    "Yes, I am the doorman."

    And behind this very arrogant young man, there were two old men who looked even weirder.

    A blind old man with a wild lion haircut who looked like an iron tower, his face as stiff as marble.  The other one was smiling, stroking his beard and looking at the building behind Old Jack with admiration.

    ¡°Somehow, just seeing this combination, Old Jack had the urge to press the alarm bell.  However, his professionalism over the past two years still allowed him to suppress his instinctive reaction and try his best to put on a kind smile on his face.

    "This is the Messiah Research Institute. How can I help you?"

    "Oh? This is the Messiah Research Institute? Soros, old bastard, is this the place you are talking about?" Listening to Old Jack's introduction, the red-haired young man said "Oh" and turned to look at him very impolitely.  his two companions inquired.

    "That's right, it's right here." The old man with the white beard responded with a smile.

    The feeling of uneasiness quickly spread in Old Jack's heart.

    "Excuse me, what exactly are you going to do? This is a closed place and cannot be open to tourists. Please go back." Listening to the conversation between the two people, Old Jack had an unlucky premonition in his heart.  Rough fingers grasped the alarm button faintly, looked at the three people in front of him warily, and said with some warning.

    "Hey, I'm talking about the guard over there." The red-haired young man frowned and looked at the wary old Jack.

    "Can you bring people into this building?"

    ¡°It¡¯s possible, but you think I can do it¡ª¡ª¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s okay if you can.¡±

    Old Jack¡¯s retort was rudely interrupted, and the red-haired young man¡¯s face suddenly showed a look that made people¡­A sincere smile that doubles your feelings.  The guard felt his self-awareness quickly dissipate in the smile and the man's red pupils.

    That speed reminds people of dirty, melting snowflakes in the sun.

    "Then take us in, this is an order."

    "I understand, sir. You will enter the institute as the director."

    ¡®It turns out that you really can¡¯t make random vows¡¯ This was Old Jack¡¯s last thought before his self-consciousness sank.

    PS: It¡¯s almost time to put it on the shelves. I want to explode when it goes on the shelves, but I can¡¯t bear to collect it when I push it I¡¯m so confused

    PS2: Anyway, it¡¯s almost on the shelves. Is it okay to ask for recommendation votes?  Crazy for the last time!  I want to be in the top three of the recommended list in the game area. Is there anyone?
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