Every day is one step closer to reality

We had dinner at Tang Kui's place and was delayed for a long time buying chickens. It was already dark when we got home.

Bai Lu originally wanted to go to Feng Yi's house to see the koi. The koi he caught from Feng Yi's pond last time took him back and raised it, and it became much slimmer during this period of time. The feed was obviously carefully selected, and even the water tank was changed to the largest and best-located one, but the fish was visibly slimming down! Fortunately, I'm in good spirits.

In fact, they looked similar to other koi in his family, and most of the outsiders praised them, but Bai Lu always felt that they were not as lovable as before in Feng Yi's pond.

Bai Lu learned from Feng Yi that the koi fish in Feng Yi's house were still mellow, so he thought more about them and wanted to see them. It would be better if he could learn some experience. Unfortunately, it was getting late, so we made another appointment.

After hearing this, Mo Xiaoguang also said that he would come with Bai Lu at that time, and he would catch two koi carp back.

It's not that he believes in Feng Shui, he's just joining in the fun and being curious. Will koi look the same soon? How much fatter can you get? Are there those silly koi fattened ones in the park next door that are often fed?

Mo Xiaoguang and Bai Lu sent Feng Yi home and left.

Feng Yi didn't bring anything with him when he left today, but he came back with a box of fish and two chickens.

A lively chicken.

Xiao Bing knew Feng Yi's appetite and would definitely not be full if he could eat outside, so he had already prepared some dinner.

Feng Yi handed the fish he brought back to Xiao Bing. Chef Xiao Bing knew how to clean it up.

As for those two chickens...

Xiao Bing, with his many years of cooking experience, knew from one look at the two chickens that they were not the kind that grew up on feed, and the meat must be of good quality!

Gearing up and thinking about where to start.

"This chicken looks delicious at first glance! Boss, do you want to kill these two chickens tonight? Or should you save them for tomorrow and kill them immediately?"

"Kill tonight."

"okay!"

Xiao Bing said and walked over to take over.

Feng Yi avoided it.

"I'll kill these two and deal with them later for you."

Xiao Bing was stunned, "Oh...oh! Okay!"

Then he scratched the back of his head and looked at Feng Yi carrying two chickens towards the basement with a puzzled expression.

There is a place not far from the kitchen specially used for butchering live animals. He usually buys live fish and poultry but slaughters them there, and Feng Yi also knows this.

“Why do you have to go to the basement to kill a chicken?”

Could it be that the boss has any special hobbies?

Thinking about it again, the boss is different from ordinary people, and it is understandable that he has other special hobbies.

I just hope that the boss can keep the body of the chicken as intact as possible when killing the chicken.

He knew that some novices killed chickens and made the scene miserable, as if some serious criminal case had occurred. Not only do chickens suffer, people may also be frightened and have psychological shadows for a long time.

Feng Yi didn't know what kind of horrific bloody chicken killing scene Xiao Bing was thinking about. He had never killed a chicken before, but he had helped others carry it.

I had a lot of part-time work experience during college, and I had a wide range of industries in the early days, from a flyer boy to a kitchen helper, from a hair salon sign to a hot pot storefront. Although they were all simple jobs, such as taking promotional photos and delivering ingredients, I also learned a lot. With a little trick, at least carrying the chicken all the way to the basement will be more stable.

The underground laboratory, now temporarily equipped with basic equipment, still looks empty.

But Feng Yi didn't need those today. He carried the chicken to a room on the outside, where there was an experimental table.

Put the two chickens on one end of the experimental table, then changed clothes, put on gloves, brought a test tube rack over, and placed it on the other end of the experimental table.

There are two test tubes on the shelf, as well as two long droppers.

When he went to change clothes, Feng Yi had already brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. The test tube had also been cleaned and disinfected, so he could take the venom directly.

There was also a mirror placed on the experimental table. Feng Yi opened his mouth and took out the fangs to take a look. The two fangs are not usually used, but they are brushed frequently. They are white and clean, with no yellow or stain.

"In peaceful times, there is no place for you to use your talents!"

If they had been born in the war years, they would have killed everyone!

Maybe you could slay dragons in ancient times! Well, dinosaurs.

It might be possible to poison zombies in the apocalypse! Theoretically, zombie toxins can control lymphatic circulation and nerve centers. If external toxins can successfully enter the circulatory system and centers controlled by zombie toxins and destroy them, wouldn't it be a success!

Feng Yi was imagining various scenarios to have fun for himself. Instead of rushing to get the poison, he took out alcohol tablets and wiped his arms.

It doesn’t feel like a ritual to sit in this place without disinfecting it with alcohol.

After wiping it on his arm, he bit it with two fangs.

Take a skillful bite and add some poison.

There was no change in the wound, no inflammatory reaction, and no burning sensation. The mind is still clear.

It will scab over after a while.

Anyway, I don’t feel it. I can't see how toxic it is, and I can't tell its properties.

I wonder if the body's resistance has increased, or if the poison glands have degenerated due to long-term use?

If the venom gland is not used for a long time, will the body feel that it is redundant, think that it takes up brain space and affect nerve reflexes, and "degenerate" it?

For example, sea squirts eat their own brains when they think their brains are useless.

The more Feng Yi thought about it, the more worried he became, and a little uneasy.

Take the test tubes from the tube rack, place the two test tubes under the two fangs, and then put some poison out.

Looking at the scale on the test tubes, there was about five milliliters on each test tube. The poison released wasn't too much, and he didn't feel any difficulty anyway.

Feng Yi was just testing it today and didn't need to take too much venom.

The test tubes were marked "left" and "right", indicating that they were taken from the left fang and the right fang respectively.

Then take the test tube rack to the other end of the experimental bench.

He took out the knife from the tool box and made a small cut on the drumsticks of the two chickens.

A dropper took a little venom from the test tube marked "Left" and dripped it on the hen's leg wound.

The chicken moved slightly and soon lost its breath.

Feng Yi also placed a timer next to him, thinking of calculating the time, but he didn't expect it to be used at all.

It’s faster than the aunt downstairs in the community used to kill chickens!

Feng Yi's anxiety was slightly relieved.

Feng Yi could sense whether it was coma or death, so he was sure that his poison was still very strong.

He changed the dropper, took the poison from the "right" test tube, and dropped it on the wound of the rooster that had eaten the centipede.

The chicken flapping was a little louder, but it soon stopped moving.

Feng Yi stared at the two chickens.

On the surface, the venom glands do not seem to have degenerated much.

He took out two more small tubes, transferred the remaining venom in the test tubes into the small tubes, fastened the tube caps, sealed them with tape, marked the left and right on the small tubes with a pen, and then put them in the freezer.

I went to visit Tang Kui's site today and learned from him that fresh snake venom will go rancid if left at room temperature for 24 hours. The temperature in this laboratory is slightly lower than the outside temperature, but not too low. Countertops can also deteriorate quickly.

So Feng Yi kept the remaining venom in the refrigerator and froze it. According to Tang Kui, it could be stored for about half a month to a month. However, if the time is too long, the toxicity will decrease, so it must be dealt with as soon as possible.

Just wait until the dryer arrives.

After dehydration and drying, the storage time can be longer.

There wasn't much venom left in today's experiment, but Feng Yi couldn't bear to throw it away.

Ever since he learned that some snake venom was much more expensive than gold, Feng Yi had thought of storing the venom. Raising a family is stressful!

He has ordered a batch of storage tubes and they will arrive tomorrow. When the stuff arrives, he starts stocking the venom every day!

Although I don’t know how to use the venom in the future, I’ll save it for now. When the doctor arrives, he should be able to figure out how to convert it into money without anyone noticing the secret.

After all, we can't directly tell the outside world that this is snake venom...

Wait, isn’t this considered snake venom?

He is not a snake!

After packing up the things on the experimental bench, Feng Yi carried the two chickens out of the laboratory and handed them to Xiao Bing.

Xiao Bing was killing fish when he saw the chicken brought over by Feng Yi and hurriedly got up to pick it up.

"It's better for you to wear gloves." Feng Yi said.

Xiao C's movements stagnated.

"Boss, this was...poisoned?"

"Well, pay attention to protective measures."

The venom was so poisonous that he was worried that Xiao Bing might accidentally rub it into a wound on his hand.

He had wiped away the remaining poison from the wounds on the chicken legs, but he could not guarantee how toxic the remaining poison that had entered their bodies was.

Xiao Bing looked serious, took out a pair of gloves and put them on.

He took the two chickens and looked at the wounds on their legs.

Xiao C's face became more serious.

"Then...Boss, should these two chickens be kept for cooking or should they be disposed of directly?"

Feng Yi thought for a while and said, "If you can cook, let's make it. Don't waste it. I'll eat it, but you guys shouldn't taste it."

"Good boss. However, the quality of the meat may be a little affected, and the color of the dishes will be different from usual." Xiao Bing said.

People usually kill chickens by cutting their throats and bleeding them because the arteries in their throats bleed quickly, and at the same time, the chickens will not twitch for too long, which will not affect the meat quality too much.

However, with methods like Feng Yi's method of killing chickens, the blood in the blood vessels will coagulate in the chicken, causing it to turn black.

In addition, it is poisonous, and the color, aroma, and aroma of the cooked dishes may be different from normal ones, affecting the texture and taste of the meat. He couldn't guarantee whether he could eat it or not.

Xiao Bing needs to explain this to Feng Yi first.

Feng Yi expressed understanding.

Even if the chicken is poisoned by his own poison, it will not affect him.

Besides, the protein is denatured and inactivated at high temperatures, and it is unknown whether it will be toxic after cooking.

At worst, when it's ready, he'll taste a little bit first, and if there's no problem, he'll get rid of it all. What a waste.

Xiao Bing has said everything that needs to be said, and since Feng Yi has made his decision, he won't say more.

"Boss, please go have dinner first. I'll put the food in the kitchen to keep it warm."

Xiao Bing carried two chickens over and packed them up tonight for cooking tomorrow.

Feng Yi was also hungry. He didn't even bother to eat when he came back. He went to test the poison first.

When I went to the kitchen, I saw that the butler had already prepared things and placed them on the dining table. As expected of a housekeeper, he is considerate and considerate.

Feng Yi ate quickly, and after finishing the meal, he and the housekeeper cleaned up the dishes. The old housekeeper smiled particularly lovingly.

Before going upstairs, Feng Yi went to look at Xiao Bing again, planning to ask Xiao Bing what to cook with those two tomorrow.

I went over and saw Xiao Bing plucking chicken feathers with a protective mask on his face.

Feng Yi: "..."

This protective measure is indeed good enough.

Wear a protective mask when plucking chicken feathers, but what about when cooking?

The code-writing claws are not up to par!