Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 231 - 76: Remembering (Part 3)

A person who can’t even tell when an Insect Man is wearing human skin, how could they possibly be sent for support?

They could only roll away, voluntarily at that.

By the third day, Su Xiaocai could no longer see his employment information. It’s clear how annoying that guy was, to make the slowly-updating official website hastily remove him.

Su Xiaocai quickly finished watching the dissection video of the Insect Man, but saw nothing particularly special, except for that human skin. Everything else was Insect Man tissue, as if an Insect Man had really been stuffed into the human skin.

Su Xiaocai felt something wasn’t right but couldn’t find any flaw, so she repeatedly watched the dissection process. On the sixth viewing, she made a discovery.

"Wait. 03, can you zoom in on this pattern?" The naked lower half of the Insect Man still had some human skin adhered to it, and the forensic expert slowly peeled off the human skin and placed it to the side.

In the newly switched camera angle, Su Xiaocai pointed to a part of the human skin tissue, "Here, there are a few darker areas."

It was very faint, like pale purple blood vessels floating on the surface of the skin. If not for Su Xiaocai’s sharp eyes, it would have been easily overlooked.

Wisdom 03 continued to zoom in and enhance the image quality.

It was a small, incomplete pattern—a curved arc and a bent serpent’s eye, with very fine scales. Viewed from another angle, the pattern resembled an Insect in simple lines.

Su Xiaocai speculated that this pattern was only a third of its original form, like a birthmark or brand on an experimental subject.

Su Xiaocai pondered whether the human skin itself was an experimental subject taken by the Insect Man, or if the Insect Man itself was the experimental subject.

The pattern was casually sketched down, "Sam, help me search the internet to see if there are any similar patterns overlapping. List them in a table for me."

Wisdom 03: "This will take quite some time. Shouldn’t I filter them first? There might be a lot of data to process."

"That’s okay, I’ll look through it all." Su Xiaocai didn’t want to miss any piece of information.

Wisdom 03: "Understood."

Su Xiaocai continued reclining in her chair, sifting through the news she’d seen online over the past six months and the recent events she had experienced. Each one emanated hints of conspiracy.

The vast universe, impossible for a human to explore fully in a lifetime, such a wonderful world.

Those hiding in the shadows, they really have nothing better to do.

Xiao Wanzi’s voice calling for dinner rang out.

Saving the world could be left to the military, she should focus on a good meal first.

"Alright." replied Su Xiaocai, touching the smooth metal surface of Wisdom 03, "Work well."

Wisdom 03 flashed blue, seemingly acknowledging the commitment to working well.

The dining table was filled with food, as well as a rare sight of beer in the dorm, brought by Li Leilei.

Su Xiaocai only had lots of food, refraining from drinking the beer.

Alcohol numbs the brain’s nerves, a good habit cultivated back in the military camp in her past life that she didn’t intend to abandon.

Li Leilei and Xing Miao, however, drank two cups each. The two who seldom drank were slightly tipsy after just two cups, boldly began sharing their various hardships.

Xing Miao actually thought her mother was great.

She couldn’t understand why she insisted on remarrying over and over, putting herself through such hardship.

Dragging her daughter into it, having to watch people’s moods every time she went home for a meal.

Li Leilei shared that people in the dorm still wouldn’t talk to her; they were staunch supporters of Xue’s faction. Since returning from the 022 Mechanical Planet, the atmosphere had somewhat eased, but not changed much.

"I don’t know when I’ll be able to clear this plagiarism accusation. There’s no way I could have plagiarized her work."

Plagiarism was a constant weight on Li Leilei’s heart, frustrating her that her work bore such a high resemblance to Xue Huiyi’s.

She had even doubted whether she inadvertently saw Xue Huiyi’s work, which led her to create her own.

But that work had been drawn quite some time ago and was created at a different time from Xue Huiyi’s work, so it was impossible she had unconsciously copied it.

Hearing this, Su Xiaocai suggested, "Why don’t we find something to do?"

Three pairs of eyes curiously looked at her.

"Let’s thoroughly check out the previously published designs of Xue Huiyi online. What are the differences between the awarded and non-awarded works?"

"Do you two mind showing your designed works for comparison?" Su Xiaocai asked Li Leilei and Feng Wansha.

Of course, they didn’t mind.

They wouldn’t share with others, as these were their cherished works.

But it’s different with Su Xiaocai, a genius of overwhelming caliber who wouldn’t deign to steal their designs.

Xing Miao studied command, but also understood some aspects of mecha technology.

Once decided, they began.

First, they looked at the works of Li Leilei and Feng Wansha.

Mecha Designers, in their student years, usually exhibit a strong personal style because at this time the works do not need to cater to others’ custom requirements.