My Bei Hai Zoo

In the afternoon.

After the impact of the salute incident, the Beihe City Homing Pigeon Association did not start the final until more than four in the afternoon.

As the staff raised the small red flag and waved vigorously:

"The finals begin!"

Next second.

More than three hundred players in the production competition, including Xiang Qian, blew their whistles.

call out! ~

Upon hearing the whistle, thousands of homing pigeons fluttered high from the cage.

Buzzing...buzzing...

"Fly, I booked this championship!"

Xiang Qian couldn't help but excited, but Dante Mengyang rolled his eyes and said:

"Senior, are you so confident?"

"It can't be said that it is safe to win, it can only be said that it is safe to win."

Smiled to Qian. Without the influence of the salute incident, he would not dare to say that the 14 pigeons from his zoo would have won the championship in this final.

but now…

As he just said, winning the championship is basically a sure thing. After all, many excellent carrier pigeons are all destroyed by the bombardment of salutes.

Xiangqian is a bargain!

Of course, even without the influence of the salute, he has the confidence to compete for the championship, the difference is only a matter of probability.

...

The final final.

500 kilometers

The homing pigeons circled the urban area five times from the eastern outskirts of the North Sea. This is definitely a severe test for the pigeons. The race lasts at least three hours.

In other words.

During the second half of the flight, night will fall.

Night walking is also one of the criteria to test whether the pigeons are good, and it can be seen that the final final is very difficult.

...

five minutes later.

Xiangqian’s 14 pigeons quickly rushed to the first echelon and maintained a far lead.

The Chinese blood ‘transcendence’ is naturally in the leading position.

"Come on!"

Ding Mengyang looked at the flying pigeons and clenched his small fists secretly.

obviously.

She still hopes that her home pigeon can get the first place, after all, the champion has a prize of one million.

"I'll squint for a while."

Smiled to Qian, then closed his eyes and entered the possessed state.

Although the finals were stable, he still used gold fingers to avoid accidents.

No one can guarantee whether there will be danger again in the next game.

Fortunately, this time the pigeon association has also considered this situation. It has communicated with the government in advance and borrowed some city cameras.

Every distance, video surveillance will be displayed on the electronic screen.

It didn't take long.

Many fanciers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw their pigeons flying over certain sections of the road through electronic screens.

About forty minutes later.

Seeing that most of the homing pigeons completed the first lap safely, the fanciers at the scene were finally relieved.

At this moment, the 14 pigeons belonging to Beihai Zoo have already left the first echelon and are leading by a full half lap.

Occupying an absolute advantage, he opened his eyes contentedly to Qian.

really…

As the competition time continues, although this advantage has not been expanded, Xiangqian's 14 pigeons have always maintained a leading position.

No matter how the homing pigeons catch up, the advantage of the half circle is maintained.

Two hundred kilometers...

Three hundred kilometers...

After three-fifths of the race schedule, night began to slowly fall, and the street lights of the city streets were lit one by one.

The night city becomes colorful and noisy.

This also affects the navigation of the pigeons in the night sky, because these are not natural light, and the various neon lights and noise will disrupt the navigation of the pigeons.

From the third lap.

Carrier pigeons have been left behind one after another, or they may fly in the wrong direction.

This is unavoidable. After all, it is night travel, which tests the overall quality of the carrier pigeon and the ability to cope with night flight.

The most important thing is...

Night mosquitoes, bats, and even owls have also appeared in every corner of the city, which will naturally affect the night flight of racing pigeons.

Only the last two hundred kilometers are left.

Ding Mengyang looked a little nervous, and Xiang Qian was very relaxed. Now his home pigeon still has the lead, and even if night falls, he won't be caught up by the pigeons behind him.

Perhaps it was too nervous, Ding Mengyang suddenly felt anxious and said:

"Senior, I...I want to make it easier."

Is it convenient?

He glanced around at Qian. Although the competition venue was in the suburbs, after all, there were hundreds of people holding the competitions, so there were temporary toilets for riding around with canvas.

"There is a temporary toilet over there." Qian pointed his finger up.

Ding Mengyang was embarrassed and said:

"Senior, can you accompany me? I'm scared alone."

"Ok."

Xiang Qian couldn't laugh or cry, and immediately accompanied this Nizi to the temporary toilet tent, and then said:

"Go in, I'll guard you outside."

"Okay, don't leave!"

Ding Mengyang nodded, then opened the toilet tent and walked in.

What is this called?

Originally watched the game well, Xiang Qian accompanied Ding Mengyang to the toilet, but before he could think about anything, Ding Mengyang pinching his nose came from the temporary toilet.

"Smelly!!! Senior, the aqua toilet here is so stinky!"

Hearing Ding Mengyang's complaint, Xiang Qian was instantly speechless. The open space is like this. It would be nice to have a temporary toilet, not to mention **** was originally...

Suddenly.

Xiang Qian seemed to think of something, and immediately smiled with a slightly raised corner of his mouth:

"Yangyang, do you think **** is smelly?"

Ding Mengyang, who was hesitant to go to the toilet across a layer of canvas tent, heard Xiang Qian's words and continued to pinch her nose and frowned and asked:

"Poop... isn't it smelly?"

"No! It's so fragrant that you can't imagine it."

He shook his head to Qian, and then amidst Ding Mengyang’s doubts, he slowly spoke through the tent and said:

"Know that in human excrement, there is a special substance called ‘skatole’ whose scientific name is 3-methylindole, which is the main source of **** smell."

Skatole?

Ding Mengyang was taken aback. Although she didn't know much about this substance, she didn't understand what it meant to say to Qian.

"What you don't know is that skatole can produce a jasmine-like odor after being diluted 1,000 times. It can be used in perfume blending, and further dilution will even produce a fruity taste."

Xiang Qian's words immediately shocked Ding Mengyang and said:

"real or fake?"

Can the ingredients in human feces be used to make perfume? This makes her really unimaginable.

"Of course it is true. Even through a series of processing and purification, skatole can become a well-known food flavor. The beverages you usually drink and the chewing gum you eat actually contain this additive."

"gross…"

At this moment Ding Mengyang did not pinch her nose anymore, but covered her mouth with her hands. Hearing Xiang Qian's explanation, she almost vomited.

"Therefore, the reason why you think **** smells bad is entirely because it is so fragrant!"

Swearing to Qian, Ding Mengyang was faltering in the temporary toilet. Just as she was about to swear, she heard the other party smiling and asking:

"How? You don't feel stinky now, do you?"

Don't tell me.

After explaining this to Qian, Ding Mengyang really felt that the dry toilet in the tent was not so smelly, but he felt like eating flying in his heart.

Actually.

What Xiang Qian said is still very scientific. You must know that the skatole contained in one day's feces is enough to make 10,000 bottles of Chanel perfume.

and so…

After going to the toilet next time, do you know what to do?

...