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Chapter 1635 - 778 Experimental Material The Crow that Snatched the Phone_2

Chapter 1635: Chapter 778 Experimental Material The Crow that Snatched the Phone_2

One person’s wisdom falls short, but a group’s wisdom excels. No.1 Coolie thought all the way until dawn but still couldn’t come up with a good plan. So he simply waved over his brother No.2 Coolie and then gathered a few Japan coolies who were usually good at kissing up to him for a quick meeting: "These two pissed off the boss. You guys figure out a way to deal with them so the boss can vent his anger?"

"Can’t we just beat them to death?" No.2 Coolie tentatively asked.

"Get lost! If beating them to death were enough, why would I bother calling you?" No.1 Coolie snapped, his temper flaring. "Use your brain a little! These two are child traffickers. The boss said if we don’t make him feel satisfied, he’ll take out his frustrations on us!"

No.2 Coolie, a man as sturdy as an ox, shivered at these words and then yelled at the others, "Start brainstorming quickly! If no one comes up with anything, no one gets to eat today!"

In truth, Yan Fei didn’t really care; he still had to go back and keep an eye on Boss White. So he casually said a few words to No.1 Coolie and didn’t treat these two men as anything significant. After all, just making it here was punishment enough—the place might look like a pastoral paradise, but in reality, their lives and deaths were entirely under his control. Plus, they had to toil tirelessly. For the coolies, this base was nothing less than a prison.

If it came to it, he could just later decide to have these two do some risky work, beat them occasionally as a stress reliever. If they died, well, dead is dead—hardly the most satisfying method of retribution. No, the proper way to vent one’s anger was to let them eat well, drink well, and live seemingly good lives, but constantly make them worry about what torment might come. That was truly satisfying.

Just imagine: a person getting beaten unpredictably, unable to eat comfortably, unable to sleep soundly, always dreading the next beating. That kind of life sounds perversely enjoyable.

But Yan Fei’s casual remark was no small matter to No.1 and No.2 Coolie. Thinking back to the time they shot at the boss, just the thought of his potential revenge sent a chill down their spines.

The group’s small meeting hadn’t lasted long when a few lab-coated figures heading to the cafeteria stopped nearby, curiously listening in. After catching on to what was going on, they looked down at the two men tied up on the ground. Although they were both somewhat injured and appeared quite battered, on closer inspection, they were unusually robust.

The lab coat group exchanged glances among themselves before one of them, filled with anticipation, offered a suggestion. In the distinct Dahe Base dialect, he spoke up: "Leader, may I propose an idea? See if it’s feasible?"

No.1 Coolie, still brainstorming and irritated by everyone defaulting to suggestions of violence, looked up at the lab-coated speaker with a sour expression. "Speak!"

"The boss tasked us with the research on extending lifespan. Right now, our lab is short on experimental materials. Could we use these two for our experiments?" The lab-coated man smiled ingratiatingly. "When we do the tests, we won’t use anesthesia. Isn’t that effectively helping the boss vent his frustrations? Leader, don’t you think so?"

"No way! If you mess around and accidentally kill them, what am I supposed to say to the boss when he asks for them?" No.1 Coolie immediately rejected the idea, shaking his head fervently. He knew these lab coats had even managed to torment a few of the dinosaurs the boss had captured to death—that wasn’t something fragile humans could endure.

"Relax, if they die, you can turn us over to the boss," another lab coat promised adamantly. "We guarantee we won’t let them die. Even if only the brain remains, they’ll still be able to talk..."

The gathered crowd listening couldn’t help but shudder at the mental image that conjured up. One man even pulled his clothes tighter, as if the air had suddenly turned colder.

"Deal!" After brief contemplation, No.1 Coolie made the final decision with resolve. "Just remember not to kill them. If they die, I promise you won’t have a good time either..."

"Don’t worry!" The lab coats were ecstatic, rushing over to drag the two men on the ground toward the lab in a frenzy, entirely forgetting about breakfast in their excitement!

...

At this moment, Yan Fei was still perched on a branch by the Provincial road, watching as a passing sedan stopped. A young couple got out of the car, the man rushing to check on the injured while urging the woman to return to the car to call an ambulance.

It seemed there were still good people in the world!

As for the trucks that passed by earlier, not wanting to get involved, Yan Fei had already figured out their reasoning. This time of day might still be early for those on normal schedules, but for truck drivers, it was already getting late.

Nowadays, cities don’t allow large trucks to enter during daytime hours. Truck drivers have to rush in before traffic police start their shifts—essentially squeezing through the restricted hours if they want to reach their destination on time. Otherwise, they’ll be stuck waiting an entire day before they can move in at night, delaying deliveries.

It’s tough for freight drivers. A day’s delay not only wastes their time and earnings but could also upset the goods’ owners, who have their own schedules to keep. That’s not something the owners might be willing to tolerate.

So at this hour, everyone was crunched for time. Stopping to get involved with an accident would be no small matter...

The woman quickly returned to the car, grabbing a phone. Nervously watching her husband attend to the injured, she began dialing. Just as she pressed two buttons, the sound of two loud caws echoed nearby.

Looking up, she saw a crow swoop down toward her. Screaming in panic, she instinctively raised both hands, only to feel a rush of wind. By the time she realized what had happened, her hands were empty, prompting her to exclaim, full of surprise and fear: "Brother Ning, this crow stole my phone!"

So strange—crows that steal phones!

The young man addressed as Brother Ning hadn’t yet registered the shock. But Old Lang, who was half stuck in the car, quickly reacted. His body shuddered, and with an audible sound, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Brother Ning, disregarding the girl for now, hurriedly supported Old Lang, saying: "Calm down, calm down, it’s alright, it’s alright. Just lie down and don’t panic."

Old Lang struggled to speak: "Help... there’s still someone inside..."

Brother Ning remained composed: "Don’t worry. I won’t move either of you yet until the paramedics arrive. Just hang in there; help is on the way."

Saying this, he turned around, only for the girl to silently point toward the sky.

The dawning light of the sky illuminated the provincial road. Brother Ning looked up at the towering poplar tree beside the road and saw, perched atop a simple bird’s nest made of twigs, a crow standing smugly, watching them.

Brother Ning, enraged, cursed the bird repeatedly, calling it a damned, rotten crow. But the bird remained as unruffled as ever—most people struggle to identify bird species, let alone determine their proper names.

After venting his frustrations, Brother Ning eyed the crow’s nest and then the tall poplar tree. He sensibly gave up on reclaiming the phone and motioned for the girl to stand aside. Then, he moved to the middle of the road.

In this day and age, not every driver has a phone, so it took him until the third car to flag down a driver who could help. The driver dialed the emergency number while Brother Ning stood nearby, holding a stick, which nearly made the driver mistake him and the girl for a pair of roadside robbers.

The subsequent events unfolded quickly: two ambulances arrived with their sirens blaring. Though the condition of the individuals in the car remained grim, they were still alive when loaded into the vehicles.

As for Brother Ning, praised for his act of righteousness, he didn’t leave with the ambulances. He stayed behind, borrowing another phone to call for someone who could retrieve his stolen phone.

Fortunately, the crow had placed the stolen phone in its nest. The person who climbed up not only retrieved his phone but also found another one—a jackpot!

Brother Ning wasn’t someone desperate enough to cling to an extra phone; he took back his own device and handed over the other to the police investigating the accident. He asked them to determine its owner.

The owner was quickly identified, leading Brother Ning to uncover something. Earlier, when the girl screamed about the crow snatching the phone, it tremendously upset the injured person to the point of coughing up blood—because the phone was his.

Imagining the scenario, the injured man had struggled to retrieve his phone to call for help, only for a crow to swipe it away. Then, just as help arrived, the same crow struck again, seizing another phone...

This wasn’t stealing phones—it was outright murder!

Anyone would spit blood!