The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3527 Research on Cats and Dogs (Seventy-Five)

I saw the man posing beside the trail, casting a rod, and then playing with his phone while waiting for the fish to bite.

Zod pretended to be interested, walked over and said, "Can we fish in this lake?"

The other party looked at him, carefully examined his clothes, then nodded and said, "You can fish, but only by one person with a single rod."

"How's the fishing situation?" Zod quickly added, "I just moved to the nearby Manyue Street community. I used to go fishing back home. I didn't expect there's a fishing spot so close to here..."

"Ah, yes, I moved here not long ago." The man Ron was disguised as said, "I'm really lucky. I just arrived and caught up with the park's opening for fishing and new investment projects..."

Zod's mind moved, and then he said: "New investment projects? It's already this day and age, what projects are worth investing in?"

Ron pretended to let something slip. He quickly waved his hand and said, "If you want to fish, you can come here. Don't ask me anything else. I can't say more."

Zod would never let it go so easily. He took a cigar out of the cigar box and handed it to the other party, then said: "To be honest, I am also from the metropolis. The economy is not very good, so I came here to look for opportunities. It's really difficult to support a family."

Rong En immediately pretended to be touched by what he said, and sighed, "Who isn't? My business in Yaochong City was doing well before, but when the Great Depression came, I couldn't even afford to raise my children, so I had no choice but to come to the big city to look for opportunities."

After that, Ron looked at Zod again, and after commenting in his mind that he looked like a decent person, he said, "I think you are a decent person, but it's not that I don't want to tell you, but... have you been to the city government?"

"I just moved here the day before yesterday and I just packed up the house. How can I have time to go somewhere else?"

"Go to the city hall. If you have the ability, they will tell you." After that, Ron kept silent. No matter how Zod asked, he stopped talking. This aroused Zod's curiosity even more.

If the person that Rong En pretended to be was a scammer who lured people to invest, he should have introduced the person half-heartedly when he saw someone taking the bait. What was the routine for recommending people to the city government?
Zod instinctively felt that there was something wrong. It seemed that there were not many people in this park, and if he stayed any longer, he would probably not gain anything. After saying goodbye to the man, Zod came to the city government.

What was a little strange was that as soon as he entered the room, a waiter at the door glanced at him and pointed to the left.

Zod thought to himself, "I didn't even tell you what I was doing here, so what direction are you pointing me to?"

He looked to the left and saw that the office door over there was full of people. He had to join in the fun.

As he walked over, he heard someone shouting, "Don't cut in line, that big guy over there is talking to you! There are only 20 spots left today, and you still want to cut in line? I've been waiting here for a long time!"

"Excuse me," Zod said quickly, "I'm here to look for someone, but what is this place for?"

Finding that Zod was not here to grab a seat, the other party breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is a house-viewing group. If you are not going, don't squeeze in here. Don't you see that there is no room?"

"House viewing group? Which house are you looking at?"

Zod was not ignorant of the goods. He knew at a glance that the people standing here were either rich or noble. Could it be that the building in the city center was for sale, as it could make these rich people line up here?

But there is no need to go and see the house in person. The configuration structure and price of this kind of building are transparent, so just let your subordinates handle it. Why are they queuing here?

The man waved his hand impatiently and said, "The brochure is on the wall over there, go get it yourself, don't crowd in here!"

Zod had no choice but to walk in the direction he pointed, and then he saw a shelf of brochures on the wall. He picked up the brochure and took a look - "Backworld Real Estate?!"

"I've been busy pretending and trying to get information from people, and now you're telling me that you've started speculating in real estate in the other world?!"

"Didn't Malafak say that it was a mysterious space that only magicians could enter?"

But Zod thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense. He knew the current economic situation in the United States. In this situation, it was not impossible to speculate on houses in another dimension to save the market.

He liked the human spirit that when pushed to the limit they would even sell the rope with which they would hang themselves.

This is easy now. Zod joined the house-viewing group directly. Although there were quite a few people crowding at the door just now, in fact, there were less than 20 people in total. Zod successfully squeezed into this group of house-viewing groups.

The method of entering the other world was not complicated. A city government worker led them into a room and then walked in through a mirror.

Although Zod didn't understand the principle, as long as he could get into the other world, he could figure out what Lex Luthor was doing. As long as he got the spaceship back, wouldn't he be able to fly as high as he wanted?

With this in mind, Zod looked at the landscape of the other world. After discovering that it was basically the same as the real world, he couldn't help but sigh at the luck of mankind.

"Why do all the good things happen to these little guys? If Krypton had twice the living space, it might not have been destroyed."

But after thinking about it, Zod felt that it might not be possible. No matter how big the living space is, it belongs to those high-ranking masters, and ordinary people can't get anything at all. "Forget it."

Thinking of this, Zod couldn't help but feel sad. At the same time, he was also a little confused.

"Humans and Kryptonians are exactly the same, except for a slight difference in size and strength. From social structure to political situation, it is a 1:1 replica."

"But the situation of ordinary people in human society is much better than that on Krypton, and the overall development trend of civilization is not that rigid. The future is full of endless possibilities."

"Why is this happening?" Zod couldn't help but think, "Logically speaking, humans are such a weak race, and their technological development, planet area, and stage of space exploration are not as good as those of Kryptonians. How come they live so well?"

"More importantly, why didn't the human leaders make the system extremely rigid, completely lock down the classes, control and oppress everyone, and ultimately lead to the demise of civilization?"

Zod was distracted and didn't hear what the tour guide said. But when he saw people around him going to see the houses they liked in groups of three or four, he had no choice but to walk to the other end of the street.

After figuring out the direction, he found that he should be on a street in the city center.

Because his previous thoughts affected his mood, Zod walked aimlessly, thinking about various problems in his mind.

As he walked, he found a very special building among the vacant buildings.

It looked like a shop, with a beautiful stained glass window. Zod couldn't help but walk over and look inside, only to find that there was someone inside.

And it was obvious at first glance that they were not tourists like me who came to see the house, but employees working there.

Zod walked into the store. A man in a white shirt and brown apron came over and said, "Hello, sir, we are not open yet."

"Hello, I'm here to look at the house. Have you bought this building?"

"Yes, my boss bought this store not long ago and has already renovated it. We can open it as soon as the goods arrive."

"I also want to buy a house nearby. I see your house is well decorated and I want to learn from it. Can I take a look around here?"

"No problem, sir, take a look, I have work to do..."

Just as he said this, a voice came from the stairs leading upstairs: "Merkel, come and help me! Put this cactus downstairs!"

A female figure walked down the stairs, holding a large flower pot in her arms. In the flower pot was a huge cactus half a person's height.

When she came down, Zod felt a little uncomfortable. Before he could figure out what was going on, the woman stumbled and fell out.

The flowerpot flew straight towards Zod's face. He tried to dodge, but the thorns on the cactus broke away from the cactus and flew towards him.

"Swish swish swish!"

Zod pulled back suddenly, but it was too late. The thorns flew faster than he thought, and a large number of green thorns pierced his body. The severe pain made him scream.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

What was even more terrifying was that his skin, which was supposed to be as hard as steel, was completely unable to block the entry of the spikes. The moment the green spikes pierced his skin and entered his blood vessels, his blood almost froze.

In just a moment of stiffness, Zod fell straight backwards. Two thick vines had wrapped around him without anyone noticing, and instantly tied Zod up like a dumpling.

Merkel let out a long sigh, looked at Pamela and said, "He won't be able to break free, will he?"

Pamela shook her head and said, "His current condition is equivalent to a severe allergic shock in humans. He won't be able to recover in a short time."

"I'll call the professor...Oh, no need, they're already here."

Merkel saw a truck parked in front of the store. The driver, Waylon, got out first, but Victor got out from the passenger seat.

Waylon opened the door of the truck and took down a cryogenic chamber as tall as a person. Victor directed him to move the cryogenic chamber into the store and put it on the ground. Pamela lifted the tied Zod with vines and threw him into the cryogenic chamber.

"Will this ensure that he won't wake up?" Merkel asked.

"No," Victor said very simply, "because the first thing we need to do now is to make sure he's alive. That's what I'm here to do."

Merkel thought of Pamela's metaphor. Yes, if the patient is in anaphylactic shock, they must first ensure that he can be sent to the hospital alive.

The cryogenic chamber was lifted to the flat ground outside the store. In a blink of an eye, Hal had landed on the ground.

He used green light energy to lift the cryogenic chamber, and then said, "We still have to send him to Mars to prevent him from going crazy and destroying the Earth after waking up. The brain wave shock in Mars City will make him unable to control his body, and we can talk to his spirit directly."

"If we're going to use them as experimental subjects, shouldn't it be best to keep them in a vegetative state? What is there to talk about?" Pamela asked.

Hal shook his head and said, "That may have been the case before, but just now, the Green Lantern Corps found out why he was exiled to the Phantom Zone. What crime do you think he committed?"

"What crime?"

“Illegal revolutionary crime.”