Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Yeast Father

"This has enhanced my observational skills, enabling me to observe and refine experiments from a higher vantage point…

"Based on the experimental results, the primary components of these materials are organic compounds that humans cannot yet synthesize, and their specific effects remain unknown…"

At this point, Ji Yongxing paused to think before continuing:

"This… must be from the underground materials, right?"

Lin Qingliu nodded in agreement, showing no sign of surprise. He always had complete confidence in these highly motivated believers.

Besides, the origin of the samples didn’t seem to be much of a secret; there was no need to conceal it.

"From about one hundred fifty meters underground."

"One hundred fifty meters…"

Ji Yongxing pondered for a moment, then said:

"I have some new ideas; I might need the assistance of the believer who collected these samples."

"Just let me know."

Lin Qingliu readily took on the task; after all, he was part of the Trinity, not as the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, but as a non-existent god, a preacher selling dreams, and a Paster handling the dirty work.

"I need roughly five samples: one from the rock layer near the surface, and then one every hundred meters downward. Can that believer manage it?"

"He can."

Lin Qingliu stated with confidence.

"Alright, then the further results may take some time to deliver to you, as this research will require some time…"

Having set this matter aside, Ji Yongxing continued:

"There’s another thing, sir."

"What is it?"

"I don’t know if you’ve been following the medal ceremony a few days ago; a new Speaker appeared in Hope City. He’s a superpowered individual who has battled extraordinary beasts outside the city for decades and has finally returned to Hope City."

Actually, he has only lived for just over twenty years…

Lin Qingliu silently critiqued in his mind.

"Yesterday, he visited the research institute and shared many of his discoveries with us. Dozens of research projects were able to progress thanks to his findings, and I ended up with more tasks as a result.

"So, the delivery of the next experiments may be slightly delayed, and…

"I’m not sure if such a powerful superpowered individual will notice my suspicious activities."

Ji Yongxing’s implication was clear: to avoid any potential issues, he had to be extra cautious with his "extracurricular" research; otherwise…

"There’s no need for that."

Lin Qingliu waved his hand dismissively from his chair:

"This is formal research; why the need for secrecy?"

"Ah?"

Lin Qingliu seemed quite pleased to see the look of surprise on Ji Yongxing’s face. He smiled as he spoke, as if prophesying about the future:

“Tomorrow morning, new documents will be sent to the research institutes regarding the reconstruction of the underground laboratory.

“Zhou Zhuo will select a group of researchers from various teams to conduct special studies on the questions raised by the Speaker during the meeting.

“After the renovations are complete, inside Warehouse No. 2, there will be a Hidden Door leading directly to this underground area.”

“Ah, this…”

Even with Ji Yongxing’s intelligence, he could not understand why the man in front of him knew all this.

He had no reason to deceive himself, but how could he know the contents of documents that had yet to be issued so clearly?

Ji Yongxing ran a hand through his hair again, glancing at the [Skydome] in a similar fashion.

Actually, Ji Yongxing was not without thoughts; it was just that that thought was too fantastical and could not be explained by normal logic.

“That ‘Arthur’ is not our enemy; there’s no need to be overly afraid.”

Lin Qingliu waved his hand and said:

“Let’s leave it at that. When the underground laboratory is restored, your research can continue.

“You will receive samples behind the Hidden Door within three days, and this research project will officially appear on your terminal.”

—

In a dimly lit room, a beam of yellowish light shone down from above.

A man leaned back, sitting in a chair, slowly flipping through the thick books in front of him. The angle of the light made it difficult to see his face, but one could vaguely tell he wasn’t very old.

His expression hid in the shadows, emitting an aura that seemed unapproachable.

Reflected on the smooth surface of the table, a beam of light illuminated the large, bold title on the spine of the book:

“Dictionary.”

The visitor wondered why such a ridiculous scene unfolded before him, but he dared not move or laugh.

After all, he was merely an ordinary small business owner from the inner city, and after a normal sleep last night, he found himself here upon waking.

Although no one informed him whether he was in danger, he felt a lingering coldness around him.

At this moment, his hefty body squeezed onto a hard little stool, the seat barely large enough for half of him.

Despite the humiliating position, he had maintained it for nearly an hour.

During this overlooked hour, the reader in front seemed genuinely oblivious to him, slowly turning the pages of the dictionary, sometimes discussing with the middle-aged man standing behind, as if genuinely focused on learning every moment.

Finally, the man could not endure it any longer. Under the effect of his tense emotions, he slightly tightened his ample rear and looked up at the young man in front of him.

“Y-You… Hello. May I ask why you have kidnapped me?”

The plump man had thrown caution to the wind; after all, if it was a kidnapping, shouldn’t they at least ask for money? Leaving him sitting there was beyond strange.

“Crash!”

The dictionary was gently closed but still thudded heavily due to its weight.

“This is an invitation.”

The voice sounded young, yet it carried an air that should not be underestimated.

“Your invitation… involves tying a person up in such a small room during their nap?”

“I remember sending out an invitation.”

The young man stated with certainty, looking over at the middle-aged man beside him:

“Didn’t I?”

“Yes, I delivered it myself.”

The middle-aged man confirmed, then stood up straight again.

The man on the small stool inevitably fell into thought and ultimately recalled a letter he had seen at the door three days ago.

The content of that letter…

“Is your invitation referring to that threatening letter?”

His voice trembled slightly.

“Ah?” The young man holding the dictionary looked confused, glancing back at the middle-aged man:

“Didn’t you say it would be fine?”

“It is fine; we have always written letters like this.”

Saying this, the middle-aged man placed an opened letter in front of the boy:

“He opened it, so he must be aware of this.”

Taking this opportunity, the boy unfolded the letter again, trying to judge his ignorant past from three days ago with the perspective of his present self:

“Dear Mr. Nip: Please settle your workers’ debts within two days, or I will personally take you out for a nice meal. December 1st.”