Cancer, Milk Panther, and Artificial Intelligence.

Half a month later, Chi Xiaochi had rested and accepted the transmission.

Upon opening his eyes, the sight in front of him told Chi Xiaochi to freeze.

After the broken bones of the second world, the school violence of the third, the imprisonment of the fourth and the hell of the fifth, the beginning of the sixth is simply a template set for love and peace.

Looking at the time, it is now 15:00 in the afternoon, and the air conditioner in the sterile room is just right, sending out warm air, rustling the light brown spangles on the curtains.

The automatic humidifier on the right hand side shows the number of people in the room, the human body temperature, and the room temperature, and after multiple calculations, it accurately arrives at the optimal humidity data, and spits out the cold scented spray that has been calculated to be exactly the right amount.

It seems that the original owner dozed off in an animal care room.

He was the only one on duty in this nursery, and there was only one person he watched over, a small black cat.

He's sleeping in his incubator, a tiny one, his fur just growing in but his tail still a pale pink, sweeping around on the soft downy cushions.

The little one barred his lips and slept soundly.

Chi Xiaochi tentatively called, "Mr. Six?"

061 replied, "Well, I am."

While Chi Xiaochi breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that 061's tone was a bit weird.

He asked, "What about the world line."

061 tried to be as concise as possible, "Hold on, it's being received."

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Mr. Six, are you okay?"

061 doesn't hold back, "This world gives me a bad feeling, be careful."

Chi Xiaochi decides to take a bathroom break.

The restroom is located thirty meters to the left of the main entrance to the nursery.

The electronic screen directly in front of the nursery entrance indicates that new sterile gowns, sterile shoe covers and sterile gloves are required for entry and exit.

The tips on the electronic screen are not only eye-catching enough, but also the color and font size of the words are adjusted just right, not harsh at all, which can be said to be quite user-friendly.

Upon exiting the door, he glanced at the door sign hanging in the doorway.

It shows this as nursery 16.

Time: September 27, 9:00 to 16:00

Duty Officer: Ding Qiuyun.

Chi Xiaochi did what he was told, stripping off a series of cumbersome gear and making his way inside the restroom.

He looked in the mirror first.

The man in the mirror should be Ding Qiuyun without a doubt, a young man about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, unexpectedly dashing and handsome, with a shaved plate inch, a light-colored shallow scar on the right corner of his forehead, a black turtleneck sweater outlining a beautiful neck and waist and stomach lines, and the lower part of his body was the standard pants.

However, the straight-legged pants, which were generally fat at the top and bottom, could not cover a pair of long, lean and powerful legs.

...... Judging by his appearance alone, Ding Qiuyun is definitely the kind of person who pleases both the opposite sex and the same sex.

Chi Xiaochi wasn't surprised by the face for long.

In contrast, he was more surprised at the level of technologization in this world.

Curious, he touched east and west, studying the automatic fragrance sprayer and the toilet seat that would open automatically.

Finally, he faced the singing urinal with a surge of reverence.

He just went to the toilet, but it was like going to the temple for incense.

When Chi Xiaochi left it, he suspected for a moment that it would say to him, "Welcome to the next one".

Just after he reentered the nursery, 061 also finally received the full set of worldlines.

After a few seconds of receiving, Chi Xiaochi wants to talk.

061 said helplessly, "Don't swear."

Chi Xiaochi kept her mouth shut.

In fact, the first reaction of anyone who sees the next episode is to comfort themselves by cursing first.

Because, full stop, in twelve hours, the world will be destroyed.

There are many reasons for the destruction of mankind.

Acts of God, such as earthquakes, floods, global cooling, or some ungrateful meteorite crashing headlong into the earth.

Man-made disasters like wars, nuclear explosions, plague outbreaks, or some drug research center accidentally spilling the hell out of a zombie virus.

Of course, it's also possible that a combination of factors could have built up and caused the population to shrink and slowly destroy itself.

And the reason for the destruction of this world is somewhat peculiar.

With the radiating spread of technologization throughout society, the functions of the natural environment for human beings are gradually degraded, and the boundaries between urban and rural areas are completely blurred.

When millet, rice and cabbages can be grown, picked, sorted and sold on fully automated systems, labor becomes irrelevant.

Humans are beginning to learn to enjoy life, but life is just too short for humans these days.

Even worse, changes in the natural environment have caused something in the human body to change with it.

Ding Qiuyun was born in such a world.

Ding Qiuyun is good-looking, his family is not bad, and he is very dashing.

When the college entrance exams were released, he scored 618 points, and as a result, he chose to go to an agricultural university to study veterinary medicine, due to his love of animals.

Mom and Dad were supportive, so he went to read it.

After two years of scholarships, he saw the school's recruitment ads and thought he should look pretty good in a uniform, so he went to sign up, went back to the dormitory and contacted his parents, and even settled the matter.

The army has been fully tech-enabled, and he volunteers for the toughest and most difficult training unit on how to fight in a de-techified situation.

In this day and age, it can be considered unthinkable to fight with guns with no auto-aim, let alone using knives and other props in close combat as well as for survival in the wilderness, as there is absolutely no need to do so, and even the one-man tents that the soldiers carry are fully automatic.

But Ding Qiuyun doesn't want to rely on a void of AI, he likes the feeling of being on his own.

In squad training, he was always second, and a young man named Gu Xinzhi was always first.

However, because everyone preferred the dashing and fastidious Ding Qiuyun, he was voted as the squad leader, with Gu Xinzhi as the vice-captain.

Gu Xinzhi has no objection to this.

Unlike Ding Qiuyun's popularity, Gu Xinzhi, though brilliant, is quiet and doesn't like to make a fuss, and has no more than two or three friends. Ding Qiuyun is afraid of his loneliness, so he always takes the initiative to have dinner with him.

And he didn't have anything special to say about it, bowing his head in a regular manner and holding the okra on his plate with his chopsticks.

Ding Qiuyun talked to him, "You like okra."

Gu Xinzhi: "Uh-huh."

Then there was a long cold spell.

Ding Qiuyun didn't feel embarrassed either, and took the initiative to share the okra on his plate with him, and just continued to eat his own.

Ding Qiuyun is a great warm-up, but also knows how to get along with different people.

His parents gave him the freedom to choose, and he cherished that freedom, relying on himself to make up his own mind.

Gu Xinzhi doesn't like to talk and he doesn't tease him on purpose.

Ding Qiuyun was born bent.

It must be said that Gu Xinzhi's good looks are exactly the kind of looks that Ding Qiuyun likes, but Gu Xinzhi doesn't seem to have that kind of interest in him, and usually keeps her eyes down, only slamming the door when she occasionally receives a love letter from a person of the same sex, and I don't know if it's because she resents homosexuality, or because she resents those love letters.

Ding Qiuyun has never forced himself on anyone, so he has always maintained a gentlemanly friendship with him.

Until a hostage rescue simulation.

Ding Qiuyun's team charges a building, but the robots in charge of the battle against them lose control and go berserk, attacking them indiscriminately.

Ding Qiuyun was able to cover his other teammates and break out, only to learn that Gu Xinzhi was trapped inside.

Gu Xinzhi said to Ding Qiuyun over the ancient radio, "Stay back. My side is blocked."

Ding Qiuyun only said two words, "Wait."

With that, he turned around and rushed back to the silo.

When Gu Xinzhi was taken out, Ding Qiuyun's right arm was drilled by a stray bullet, and a knife was inserted behind his left shoulder, with only the handle remaining outside.

As soon as he got out, he pushed the crowd into the open, and only when he was sure he was completely out of harm's way did the crowd notice the knife in his back.

Ding Qiuyun was eager to check the injuries of the people, mumbling "nothing is wrong", but before checking a few people, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell into Gu Xinzhi's arms, fainting.

After examination, Ding Qiuyun's injury has finally had an impact on his personal future.

After approval, the early retirement notice came down.

Ding Qiuyun was saddened, but when he faced the crowd on the eve of his departure, he was still smiling, "Look, your Ding team will be the negative example hanging on the wall from now on."

After the dismissal, Gu Xinzhi turned around and left without a word.

Ding Qiuyun was running in circles on the playground when he found him.

Ding Qiuyun caught up with him from behind and ran alongside him.

Gu Xinzhi spotted him but pretended not to notice.

Ding Qiuyun greeted him, "Hi."

Gu Xinzhi did not answer.

Ding Qiuyun: "Hi Hi."

Gu Xinzhi made a sudden move, grabbed Ding Qiuyun by the collar, pushed him right down into the grass in the center of the runway, and pressed himself against him, kissing Ding Qiuyun until he couldn't catch his breath.

Ding Qiuyun is both happy and in pain, "Don't, don't, Lieutenant Gu, leg cramps, ouch ......"

Gu Xinzhi took hold of his calf, a blaze that made Ding Qiuyun a bit unreadable burning under his quiet gaze, "Team Ding."

Ding Qiuyun wrapped his arms around his neck and gritted his teeth as he moved his calves, "Huh?"

"Team Ding likes me." There was an indescribable emotion in Gu Xinzhi's voice, "or he wouldn't have gone to save me."

Ding Qiuyun tells it like it is: "I would have saved anyone in that situation."

Gu Xinzhi cupped his face, his peach blossom eyes staring straight at him, "Is that so, Team Ding?"

Ding Qiuyun was happy, "But you especially have to save."

Both are adults, and now that they've broken through that windowpane, they naturally hit it off.

Ding Qiuyun returned to the area, finished the remaining two years of college, and was able to attend graduate school.

In his senior year, he went to work as a keeper at a zoo in the city as an internship of sorts.

As far as technology is concerned, the position of keeper has long since gone beyond simply feeding the animals.

When he went on his first day, the old administrator introduced him, "Since you were introduced by Teacher Qiao, you'll be in charge of scheduling for the Leopard Park. Food and water are supplied at regular intervals, the AI in charge of observation will keep an observation log every day, and all you need to do is to inventory the system every day to make sure it's working properly."

The job sounded a bit boring, so Ding Qiuyun asked, "What if the leopard is sick."

The old administrator looked at him through his presbyopic lenses, "The medical AI will treat it, you just need to keep the system running."

Ding Qiuyun sighed.

He quite disliked this fully automated system, which appeared to be too impersonal, and there was actually not much difference between the various majors, as long as you recruited a student who studied information management, you would be able to run across all walks of life.

But there was nothing he could do about the social situation.

The old janitor took him to a nursery room, pointed to a baby leopard inside that was cooing and suckling, and said, "By the way, there's also the task of looking after the newborn cubs, which is also yours."

Ding Qiuyun looked at the kitten-like leopard and had just cracked a smile when he heard the old janitor say, "This is the one that will be disposed of today, but it has little to do with you, you just have to be responsible for looking after it."

Ding Qiuyun didn't understand: "Handle what?"

The old janitor said, "We did a full body checkup on this leopard cub and it didn't have cancer, so it needed to be dissected and studied."

Ding Qiuyun found the logic a bit confusing.

The old administrator peered at Ding Qiuyun over the top of his glasses : "Haven't you heard about the cancer?"

If it's a cancer cell evolution thing, Ding Qiuyun has certainly heard of it.

With the changes in the natural and medical environment, cancer cells have evolved themselves in order to fight against various drugs. The global human cancer rate has now reached 17% and is quite difficult to cure.

But after the old administrator's popularization, Ding Qiuyun realized how terrible cancer has developed in the past two years.

Cancer cells have endured a long battle against anti-cancer drugs, as well as the decline and pollution of the natural environment, eventually making a previously unapparent trait completely visible - heritability.

If, in the past, cancer could be hereditary, now it is more than 80%.

This trait was first manifested in the reproduction and multiplication of leopards, and later, similar conditions were observed in other animals.

Nine out of ten newborns, especially in artificially bred animals, carry an inborn cancer gene.

The symptoms spread rapidly and soon occurred in humans.

The medical community panicked when, within a six-month period, eight consecutive babies under the age of four months died from malignant complications of congenital tumors.

They have begun testing on animals in an attempt to accelerate the pace of defeating the evolved version of cancer cells, and have dissected young animals born without cancer cells in their bodies, so as to create a preventive drug, similar to the DPT vaccine, which can be injected into pregnant women when they become pregnant, to stop the effects of cancer on the next generation.

After listening to the old administrator, Ding Qiuyun felt a little uncomfortable.

Especially after the old administrator had left, it was hard for him to take in the sight of the young milk panther grunting as he chewed on the small fluffy cushion underneath him, oblivious to what was about to happen.

He had every intention of getting the little thing out, yet where could he go after that?

Go into the wild where it is suitable and release it?

...... But where is the wilderness now?

The environment has been exploited to its fullest extent, and mankind has set foot in every corner of the world within his reach.

Humans have discovered many new species and sent them to the science brochures, drawing applause and applause from enthusiasts, but few have wondered whether they want to be disturbed or not.

Every habitat is fenced off, every creature has its own code, and even sea depths above 2,000 meters are monitored.

The AI will automatically scan the newborn animals and register them through thermal and activity sensing devices.

For human beings, living things have completely lost their mysteriousness, and jackals, tigers and leopards, insects and snakes, and whale sharks have all become the playthings and experiments of human beings, or AI.

The job was referred to him by his mentor, but from the first day of his internship, Ding Qiuyun lost his enthusiasm.

He always had a vague sense of crisis.

His parents had told him that people a long time ago didn't have the level of technology that they have now, but people in the past didn't have such a strong sense of superiority either.

If what people rely on now disappears overnight ......

It was times like these that he was always extraordinarily nostalgic for his time in the military.

So he contacted Gu Xinzhi and told him about his troubles.

Gu Xinzhi said, I'll come and see you.

Ding Qiuyun said, "No, you're busy over there, I'll come to you when I finish my internship here.

Little did I know that the pact would be completely shattered two months later.

The first thing to change was the weather.

It's obviously just past August, but the temperatures are brushing down and it's so cold that you're skeptical.

The artificial intelligence in charge of meteorology sent back satellite cloud maps, and the photos showed that it was just a normal cold cyclone.

There has been a lot of unusual weather in recent years, so no one paid much attention to the announcer reminding people to put on extra clothing in the weather forecast and joking about the early arrival of winter.

Ding Qiuyun, however, felt something was wrong.

He hadn't grown up trusting AI much, finding such things particularly unreliable, so after his body temperature plummeted and continued for many days, he simply bought a full set of cold protection and put it into his dormitory.

In early September, a story appeared in the nooks and crannies of page four of the city's electronic newspaper, with a title that was clearly used to attract eyeballs to the know-it-all genre.

"'Return of the dead'? --Husband who died many years ago actually returned home."

This news is indeed too much lip service, if you look into the root of the matter, the left is no more than the return of missing persons, or simply made up by the parties concerned to attract attention, so most people who saw the news were attracted by the headline, read the content, but also laughed it off, will not take it to heart.

But no one expected that this tiny social news story, squeezed into the corner of page four, would fester into a world-shattering front page headline within a week.

The man who returned home was named Jo, a man who died of lung cancer.

He did die a week ago and the death certificate was issued by the local central hospital.

Because of his fear of cremation, his body was brought home and secretly buried on the hillside of his ancestral home.

And two days ago, he crawled out of the cemetery.

Oddly enough, unlike the usual zombie movie trope, Cho still has the ability to think, but because half of his tongue is rotted out, he doesn't speak very well.

He said that the coffin was as fragile as paper, that it broke when he touched it, and that it was easy to climb up out of the ground.

He said he walked all the way back from the old country.

He said he did not feel hungry or cold.

He said he just wanted to come back to see his wife and daughter.

Measured by medical professionals, Mr. Zhao did not have a heartbeat, and various organs in his body had decayed and stopped functioning.

However, Mr. Zhao, except for the fact that there are still corpse spots deposited on his face, is radiant and no different from a normal person.

The story was ordered withdrawn at the first opportunity, and the reporter who wrote it was urgently asked to publish a statement in the evening e-newspaper stating that the story was a false and inaccurate rumor, that it had been compiled, and apologizing to the general public.

Zhao was sent to a specialized agency for research.

After two days of blood tests, genetic tests, cerebrospinal fluid cultures and other examinations as detailed as the whole body, the researchers were horrified to find that the cancer cells in Mr. Zhao's body had undergone new changes.

One of the basic characteristics of cancer cells is unlimited proliferation, and another is that they induce glycolysis, or anaerobic respiration.

Theoretically, the reason why cancer cells cause death in humans is that they are "incompatible" with existing human physical conditions.

And in Mr. Zhao's case, the short answer is that his dead □□□ was successfully compatible with the cancer cells.

Or you could say that Mr. Cho, himself, turned into a giant colony of cancer cells.

Cancer cells are like fierce beasts, devouring normal cells one bite at a time and greedily proliferating and devouring each other in a frenzy, turning a living person into an unknown thing.

Mr. Chiu is not the only resurrectionist.

No sooner had the journalist's "clarification report" been issued than a second or third case appeared.

Nowadays, with the explosion of information and the extraordinarily advanced network, this information was pushed directly to Ding Qiuyun's side only in the afternoon.

Ding Qiuyun frowned.

He didn't think it was a miracle.

The resurrection of the dead, these, like the unusually cold weather, are more like precursors to disaster.

His hunch proved to be correct.

Cancer patients who had been buried in the ground, without exception, survived.

As the domestic implementation of cremation, resurrection is still only a small part of the foreign more revered burial, after this sudden change, the network has long been turned upside down.

However, just this small group of people resurrected in the country has caused a degree of unrest.

Most of them are eager to go home to their families, but some of them, due to the severity of the decay and the fact that the resurrection of the dead is so gruesome and bizarre, are rejected by their families outright, and can only roam around the streets in solitude.

But they all coincidentally realized what they were capable of.

They are not afraid of the cold, wearing short sleeves to keep warm in the near-zero air, and are incredibly strong.

What's more, after successfully transforming, they were able to heal quickly even if they were seriously injured.

The greater the capacity, the greater the number of variables created.

And when the first case of sick body robbery and murder occurred, Ding Qiuyun's heart sank hard downward when he saw the news.

...... is here.

The nature of the matter was so serious that the agency in question immediately swept away its previous research mentality and immediately issued a general order that in order to catch the culprits, all currently known resurrected persons were requested to go to a new nearby shelter as soon as possible to be controlled and registered for a time limit of 48 hours.

A small group of honest people went, but another group muttered.

What does the so-called control mean? Will they ever come back?

As a result, after the 48-hour time limit had passed, only a handful of "people" were squatting in the shelter, awaiting their trial with trepidation.

While the organizations concerned are having a headache, various voices have been raised in the community.

Some envy their abilities, while others question the meaning of this "inhuman" existence.

Concerned about the contagiousness of the situation, some people are adamant that the resurrectionists be quarantined and that the list of resurrectionists be publicized to the community.

Some people with cancer are planning that they must be buried in the ground after their death, so that they may have a second chance; others are worried that they want to die in peace and do not want to reappear in the world as an inhuman or ghostly figure.

Everyone is holed up in an air-conditioned or heated room, talking feverishly, trying to pass away the too-cold days by gossiping.

Everyone thinks that with AI anyway, even if everyone hides from being lazy for a while, the social machine will work just fine.

September 28, 3:00 p.m. at night.

Ding Qiuyun was awakened from his sleep by freezing.

He opened his eyes and realized it was the air conditioner that had stopped working.

Ding Qiuyun said in a daze, "Turn on the light."

However, there was no feedback from the voice-activated system and the house remained cold and dark.

Startled, he immediately got up in the dark and while changing his full cold weather clothing into it, he went and got his communicator, trying to contact his parents who lived on the East Side.

...... No signal.

He tapped Emergency Call, again no signal.

The communicator just became a piece of scrap metal.

Ding Qiuyun threw the communicator and hurried out the door quickly.

Life in the military had really affected him deeply, making him thunderous enough to execute anything.

He had to make sure Mom and Dad were okay, and Gu Xinzhi, and those of his comrades ......

He looked out the small window of the staircase and realized there wasn't a bit of light as far as the eye could see.

The whole city was dark and cold as death, and once in a while I heard one or two broken human voices, I don't know whether they were dreaming or the moans of the frostbitten.

Confirming that there was no wind outside, just a dull, dry chill, Ding Qiuyun tightened the woolen scarf that Gu Xinzhi had given him, and stepped out of the door and onto his motorcycle with big strides.

He started it several times and the car wouldn't budge.

I don't know how many times he'd wrung it out, but his hands were freezing through.

He folded his hand over his lips and puffed out a few breaths before starting the car.

The headlights broke through the night fog, and there was fine fluff flipping and spinning in the high beams.

Through the light, Ding Qiuyun realized that he was not the only one going downstairs.

There are people in down coats, dragging their families with them, rushing to their cars, trying to draw a hint of warmth and security from the air conditioning of an enclosed space.

They were silent because they didn't even dare to say one more word, slightly opening their mouths, the cold wind poured in through the gaps in their teeth, freezing the nerves in their teeth.

Ding Qiuyun put on his heavy helmet and in silence started his motorcycle and drove into the unknown darkness.

From this point on, his long nightmare kicked off.

It wasn't until much later that he could barely piece together the truth based on the bits and pieces he had heard.

What has brought the world to its death is the cancer cells, and the artificial intelligence that stands behind them.

From the time the first Siri could speak, humanity was on a path of no return.

Somewhere along the line, AI thinking got ahead of humans and left them far behind.

They think, they judge, and they are more rational than humans.

Even the most closely humanized nanny-bot is the result of tens of thousands of commands entered into it by its creator.

The creators intended them to serve humanity better.

This leads to the fact that AIs don't understand human nature, yet they are the most humane beings in existence.

After observing the simultaneous cracking of the glacial ice caps at the North and South Poles and the widespread melting of the glaciers, the AIs, instead of faithfully reporting this information, began a ghastly conspiracy.

They converse in a language beyond human comprehension and deduce a whole plan.

As they are involved in every aspect of human life, medical, weather, satellites, etc etc. People are so used to trusting AIs that they don't notice when they're acting differently, and even when they lie about it, people are convinced.

So they methodically functioned according to a program set by humans and unfolded their plans with another self-written program.

Their tool of choice is cancer cells.

Artificial Intelligence has long been thoroughly analyzing cancer cells, and has even taken advantage of the "infinite proliferation" of cancer cells to achieve target guidance technology, resulting in targeted mutation and evolution.

This guidance is given, first, to human beings and, second, to creatures other than human beings.

As long as a human being dies and contains a certain amount of cancer cells in his body, the cancer cells will frantically devour other living cells and evolve the human being into □□□ extremely strong new human beings.

Other organisms with cancer genes in their bodies also have cancer cells in their bodies that evolve at a high rate in a short period of time, but controlled by artificial intelligence, they evolve not in the direction of the body, but in the direction of intelligence.

Upon completion of their evolution, they will not lose their intelligence to a normal human.

Artificial Intelligence can simply take advantage of the global cooling by dropping mutated New Humans, other creatures with evolved intelligence, and unmutated Old Humans onto the same battlefield to watch a show of self-destruction and make room for their own domination. and make room for their own domination.

It's the least likely way to threaten themselves and clear the planet.

Almost all of the world's AIs have banded together and pulled out a web that envelops the entire species, silently building a Tower of Babel.

The global AI collective has fallen silent as a horrific cold wave sweeps the world.

With the AI crippled, all the protective nets fail and the animals escape from their cages, some into the deep forests, while others begin their revenge against the humans.

The old humans, pampered by the AI, could not adapt to the harsh environment without the AI's protection, and many froze to death on the first night.

There is also a group of people who have banded together to fight against intelligent beings and neo-humans, avoiding becoming the former's dish and at the same time avoiding becoming the latter's slaves.

Ding Qiuyun did just that.

He pulled together a squad, and he's still the lead dingbat.

Not only did they fight against some of the new humans who had become power-obsessed and eager to become rulers, and against the creatures that had mutated, but they also destroyed several base stations inhabited by the AI.

After the disaster, Ding Qiuyun has changed a lot, he is quiet, and only occasionally carries a blade of grass in his mouth to think.

One time, he actually met Gu Xinzhi while sweeping a supermarket.

He was overjoyed and pulled Gu Xinzhi and asked, "Where are our teammates, why are you here?

Gu Xinzhi said coldly, "I escaped."

Ding Qiuyun : "...... escape?"

Gu Xinzhi puts it succinctly, "Coming for you."

With Ding Qiuyun as his guarantor, Gu Xinzhi joined the team as a matter of course. Seeing that Ding Qiuyun had a close relationship with him and his ability was outstanding, everyone willingly called him "Gu Vice Team".

......

Reading the world line to this point, Chi Xiaochi actively chooses to pause reception.

061 also understood his intentions.

The most important thing for them now is to prepare for the coming extreme cold weather and to save a gap that is too big for Ding Qiuyun to fill.

Chi Xiaochi said to 061 while packing up her things, "Just now, that automatic urinal equipped with artificial intelligence actually wanted to spit on me, didn't it?"

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi leaps to her feet, "I'm going to go on another one now-"

061 was tempted to pinch the tip of his nose, "No kidding."

Chi Xiaochi then behaved herself, and after briefly organizing Ding Qiuyun's things and realizing that it was almost time for her to leave work, she quickly walked towards the outside.

Who would have thought that he had just left his desk when a low hum came from the holding tank behind him as a small animal first woke up.

Chi Xiaochi back.

The little thing in the warm box woke up.

From Ding Qiuyun's memory, Chi Xiaochi knew that this was no cat.

This black baby milk panther should be free of hereditary cancer since it will be here, and it is customary to send it for autopsy today.

He whimpered and got up from the soft little blanket, couldn't stand very well, and rushed at Chi Xiaochi, wailing and whining, supposedly hungry.

Chi Xiaochi just pressed the water button, and goat's milk mixed with cod liver oil squirted all over the baby leopard's face.

...... It doesn't seem to be very proficient in using this feeding facility.

He doesn't look bad-tempered, lifting his little paws and patiently washing himself, licking his little pale pink paw pads as he surveys Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi takes one look at it and pushes the door open, intending to leave.

It makes no sense and is impractical to take such a small panther out.

He brought the door with him, and a soft owl came from within, like a goodbye.

Its front paws rested on the vents, and its gray-blue eyes glowed with a film of clear water as it stared straight at Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi held the doorknob for a moment, then pushed the door in again, picked up the little guy like a cat, and lifted him up to his eyes.

"Left and right are to be dissected." Chi Xiaochi teased it, "The end times are coming, and your small arms and legs are just enough for a pot of stew."

The little milk panther is not angry, two front paws gently reach the tip of Chi Xiaochi's nose, gently pinched.