Monster Hunting High School

Chapter 2707 Immunity Clause

Zheng Qing is not a pessimist.

He had never believed that there were worse people than bad people in the world, but the voice coming from behind the bookshelf made him suddenly start to doubt his own opinion.

The crow on the bookshelf tilted its head slightly, as if urging the wizard who suddenly fell silent.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath and climbed out of the coffin with great effort. Because of the loss of magic power, his hands and feet were a little weak at the moment, and he couldn't lift it up at all.

It seems that that cup of tea not only has the effect of drowsiness and suppressing evil spirits, but also makes people's hands and feet soft.

He just didn't know if it would dispel the physical body's inherent defense ability, this thought flashed through his mind.

Walking around the bookshelf, Zheng Qing felt suddenly enlightened.

In front of him was a spacious laboratory with several neatly arranged smooth test benches. Some were empty, some were lying with experimental subjects filled with tubes, and some were covered with glass cabinets with orders hanging on the glass. The delicate tentacles of human uneasiness.

There are glass jars of different heights all around the walls, filled with ferocious-looking magical creatures; the walls are plain, without windows, and shadowless lamps hang from the ceiling of each test bench.

But there was only one figure in the huge laboratory.

Thomas was wearing a white robe and stood in front of an empty test bench. He was arranging the experimental instruments around the bench, connecting hoses of different thicknesses to the instruments and hanging soft bags similar to physiological saline on the shelves.

Zheng Qing noticed that there was an area behind Thomas surrounded by a white curtain. Judging from the length of the curtain, it seemed that there was also a test bed inside.

I heard the boy's soft footsteps.

The owner of the laboratory ordered without raising his head: "Come here and do me a favor... wipe the table. There was an ogre lying on it before, so it was a little dirty."

Zheng Qing walked to the test bench and saw many black oily stains remaining on the corners of the bench.

Although he can't bring up a trace of magic power now, he has not lost his instinctive judgment as a wizard, and he can clearly feel the strange ogre aura coming from among the stains.

Obviously not left by serious ogres.

"Who is this stand for?" he asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Of course it's you." Thomas still didn't look up, but his tone was a little curious, as if he doubted why he would ask such a stupid question.

The worst thing that a sheep can think of is that wolves destroy the river upstream. It is difficult to imagine that its final fate is to be disemboweled and lie on the dining table, or to have its anus ripped out and eaten while still alive.

What's even worse is that, looking at the current situation, it seems that this sheep still needs to clean the table by himself.

Zheng Qing looked at the metallic light reflected by the test platform, as if he had already seen himself lying on it with tubes inserted all over his body. His eyes looked at the sharp knives of different sizes and lengths placed on the shelf on one side of the test platform. As he passed by, he couldn't help but turn his gaze and asked the thing he couldn't understand the most.

"Does your behavior hurt me?"

He raised his hand and touched the place where his arm was injured last week, and said with a slight emphasis: "...I signed a 'risk prohibition contract' with you before! I remember clearly that that contract has no time limit! That is, "Except for the fringe college project you mentioned, you can't hurt me anywhere else!"

That contract greatly affected Zheng Qing's judgment of Thomas.

The man in white robe finally raised his head and glanced at the boy.

"That contract has an exemption clause."

Thomas calmly reminded his young colleague who was a sophomore in college: "Before you sign a contract next time, remember to read all the small words at the end of the text. Don't think that there are no risks in the standard contract, and don't think that the nonsense is meaningless. Meaning. Precisely because it is a standard contract, its wording is more stringent... to avoid any uncertainty."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened.

Subconsciously, I touched my belt to see what the exemption clause was.

It's just that he forgot that his gray cloth bag had been taken away, and he was empty again.

A low laugh came from behind the white curtain - it was the female voice Zheng Qing had heard in the coffin before. This time he heard it more clearly, and unexpectedly felt that both voices were familiar - and then, a blank The risk prohibition contract floated out from behind the tent and floated in front of Zheng Qing, brushing away the suspicion he had just raised.

The boy had no time to think about who was behind the curtain and couldn't wait to turn to the end of the contract.

But after reading it several times, the nonsense clauses still looked like nonsense, so empty that he couldn't figure out where he went wrong.

"Illegal experiments are not allowed, personal harm to Party B is not allowed, etc., etc., except for magic experiments conducted under the supervision of the school."

Thomas was sorting out the test bench and gave kind guidance: "The school supervision means that the human experiment has been registered with the school's first-level institution and signed by the person in charge of the first-level institution."

hiss.

Zheng Qing took a breath of cold air, looked around at the ferocious creatures and organs floating in the glass jars, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"What does a first-level institution mean?" he asked in a low voice.

Thomas did not look up and explained patiently: "First University has a total of ten first-level institutions, including four colleges, four research institutes, school working committees, professors' joint meetings... I know what you are thinking. , but I advise you not to doubt any of the above."

Zheng Qing felt that his thinking was clearer than ever.

"Is Fringe College considered a first-class institution?" he asked softly.

Thomas was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Ah... yes, I almost forgot, you are a teaching assistant with a marginal background, and there is Margin College... It should also be considered a first-level institution of the school. I don't like the New College. Too understanding.”

He was a bit vague about the new college.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and started to pick up his fingers.

"The heads of the four old colleges are the deans, the four research institutes are also the deans, the chairmen of the professors' joint meeting, and the directors of the school working committees, a total of ten." After counting here, he hesitated and raised his head again: "Edge Who is the head of the college? Colma or Professor Monteria?”

The white curtain not far away undulated slightly.

Thomas's hands were very steady, and there was no deformation in the movement of connecting the hose.

"...I don't know."

He shook his head slightly and did not make any more guesses. He just emphasized again: "As I said before, I advise you not to doubt any of the above."

Zheng Qing turned a deaf ear.

But he skipped this topic: "...The last time you took away my flesh and blood, were you really trying to sign me up for a special project at Fringe Academy?"

"That's right...and you have successfully entered the candidate list." This time, Thomas answered quickly.