Chapter 163:53: Augustus

"I'm glad you got through this. I heard you resigned? Although I shouldn't ask, what are your plans for the future?"

cafes.

Jeremy and Erin sat opposite each other, the latter stirring the coffee in front of her, smiling and chatting with Jeremy like a friend.

"Let's take it one step at a time. By the way, I saw you on the news."

"Really? How's my typhoon?"

"It's just as exciting as when you stood on stage and denounced your colleagues who were cheating."

"Haha. Let's not talk about the naive things back then."

Jeremy was silent for a moment. "Have you given up your anthropology studies?"

Irene nodded, "Yes, I have already focused on politics. If you have the chance, vote for me."

"Or the reason you mentioned before?"

"Yes, the more I study human beings, the more scared I become. It seems that our future is destined to be destroyed."

“This is not something our generation should worry about.”

"So what should I study?"

Jeremy straightened his expression and said in a deep voice: "If we can study the soul and life, then Dora..."

Irene's face looked strange: "Stop, have you been deceived? As expected, everyone has weaknesses. This is not like you before."

"This is at least a hope, and I am sure that I have not been deceived. Moreover, why are you still obsessed with the extinction of mankind that you will not be able to live to see? What does everything you are doing now have to do with this?"

Jeremy wanted to test it further.

"Whether it matters or not, I know it myself. But you, on the other hand, have always said, 'As long as there are traces left, it doesn't matter whether it can exist forever. Fossils are the most romantic way for civilizations to communicate.' Why do you want to go against common sense and study something like the soul that has no definite basis?"

Irene's face was already showing impatience.

".That's my daughter." Jeremy pleaded with a hint of disappointment.

"She is also my daughter. Jeremy, let it go. Dora is dead." Irene sighed deeply and handed him the wrapped bread. "If this is the case, you don't have to come to me in the future. But anyway, I am very happy to see you live a new life. This is your favorite Brown's bread. I bought it when I passed by. Goodbye."

Irene left.

Jeremy sat for a while, paid the bill, picked up the bread, and walked to a park somewhat aimlessly.

It was a cold autumn evening, the weather was getting colder, and the park was sparsely populated at this time.

The sky gradually darkened.

"Although I can just snatch it, I still ask politely, how about giving me the bread in your hand?"

A voice that sounded like it had been processed through a voice changer woke Jeremy up from his memories.

He looked around but saw no one around him.

"Here, illiterate."

Jeremy looked in the direction of the sound and saw the crow standing next to his chair, holding a small lantern in its claws.

"You're just talking like that in public?" Jeremy asked in surprise.

"I thought illiterate was just a description, but I didn't expect you were really blind. Open your eyes and look. It's just you and me here in the middle of the night. Are you afraid that the moon can hear us? So can you give me the bread?"

Even Soul Crow was speechless, looking at the bread in his hand.

".I wonder if you are hiding a human under these feathers." Jeremy looked at the Soul Crow suspiciously.

"Humans, humans, stupid humans~ We only take French fries seriously~ Oh, of course there is also the soul, and the bread in your hand, is it filled with cream? I hate vegetable cream." The Soul Crow sang.

"You know the soul?"

"We are messengers from the underworld. Look at my soul lamp. It's fuller than a box of French fries. Give me the bread. I want to eat the middle."

Jeremy tore the bread apart and placed half of it next to his chair.

"The one who created you is a being from the underworld?"

"That adult is not someone we can discuss. Let's skip this topic. Also, don't buy from this bakery in the future. I actually tasted the flavor of dung beetles! Ugh, disgusting."

Despite saying so, Soul Crow still finished the bread in no time and then stared at the other half in his hand.

Jeremy had no choice but to offer the other half as well.

Then, he looked at the soul lamps on the Soul Crow's claws, and confusion appeared in his eyes. His daughter might be in one of the lamps, waiting for his rescue.

"Dora, wait for me." He wanted to reach out to the soul lamp, but was pecked by the soul crow.

"You can't exchange this for ten boxes of French fries!"

"What about the one hundred boxes?" The Soul Crow ignored him, holding the remaining bread in its mouth, flapped its wings, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

"Is this thing really not a human in disguise?" Jeremy seriously doubted.

Wait, crow pattern.

He suddenly remembered that when he was teaching, there was a club in the school called Soul Assembly. Its logo was a crow. There was a student in the club who was crazy about studying the soul. It was said that he did not give up even after graduation.

Maybe we can look for him.

Standing up, he walked towards home.

The next day.

He first found the contact number of the graduated student through his school connections, and then asked him to meet on the pretext of expressing interest in his research.

The other party currently works in London. After learning about Jeremy's identity, he was very proactive. As the distance was not far, they made an appointment for that afternoon.

The meeting place was chosen by the other party, a newly opened milk tea shop.

"Hello, Professor Jeremy. I have heard of your name for a long time. When I was in school, I often heard about your research results. You are a signboard of the biology department."

Unlike the sloppy young man Jeremy imagined, the person who appeared was a well-dressed man with meticulous words and deeds.

"Hello, Augustus." Jeremy stood up and shook his hand. "I have resigned now."

"But in my heart, you will always be a respectable professor. I also took your class and benefited a lot from it." Augustus said humbly.

The two exchanged pleasantries, ordered two cups of milk tea, and talked about their current situation before Jeremy turned the topic to the soul.

"You may not know that my parents passed away when I was seven years old, but I have very deep memories of them. So, studying the soul is just thinking about whether I will have the chance to see them again." Augustus explained seriously.

This reason is a bit similar to Jeremy's, also for family members.

He suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

"My research direction may be more radical than yours. I want to explore the possibility of resurrection." Jeremy stared into Augustus' eyes, trying to see if there was any mockery or sneer in them.

But some people only have deep recognition.

"I'm sorry. Actually, after I learned about your visit, I asked my friends in advance about what happened to you recently. Because in the years since I graduated, there have been people who want to debate with me or directly overturn my research. So every time someone suddenly comes to me, I will first find out the other person's background."

Augustus said apologetically.

Jeremy didn't care about it, and instead appreciated the other person's honesty.

"Now that you know, I can be more direct. The purpose of my research is to revive my daughter, and yours is to see your family again. I think we have something in common, and maybe we can support each other's research."

Jeremy planned to make the first contact as a fellow enthusiast. If he found that Augustus indeed had good research ideas and strong execution ability during their interactions, he would recommend this person to the Supreme.

Augustus was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to invite Jeremy to visit the house he rented. The entire basement had been converted into a laboratory. There were no special equipment, but there were many animal brains soaked in formalin.

There are also many cages containing small animals such as mice, which cause some strange smells.

"The first step in studying the soul is to prove its existence, but my research skips this step and assumes that the soul does exist."

Taking Jeremy to visit his laboratory, he carefully explained his research ideas.

He believes that with the current level of science, it is impossible to prove the existence of the soul, so we should skip the proof and base all research on assumptions.

Currently, his progress is stuck in finding someone who is said to have psychic eyes, and then using physical means to let him observe whether various physical means will have any impact on the soul.

However, the answers he received were different, which caused his research to stagnate for a while.

After Jeremy listened quietly, he asked to participate. Augustus was overjoyed and was willing to share all the current information with him.

But he still has to go to work. After all, he has invested a lot of money in this research, and even rents a house. If he doesn't have money, he will be kicked out.

"I will take care of daily expenses and research funding. How about you quit your job and devote yourself to research?" Jeremy suggested. Even if he didn't plan to choose Augustus in the end, he would still help him with about a year's expenses as compensation.

Augustus didn't object, and didn't even sign any guarantee agreement with Jeremy. He just called the company directly and said directly, "I quit."

Jeremy was stunned.

I originally thought that I was a research freak, but when I compared myself with Augustus, I found that I was actually a normal person.

Jeremy naturally wouldn't cheat, so he simply took out the first sum of money.

Augustus took the money and bought a lot of instant food, and then asked Jeremy to transfer some money to the landlord's account, which was the rent for the next six months.

"I have been waiting for this day, so that I can devote myself to research without any worries. Thank you, professor! Together we will change the course of human history, and our photos will definitely appear in future textbooks!"

Augustus finally revealed his research temperament, with a hint of fanaticism in his concentration.

Jeremy's interest in leaving his name behind has decreased significantly. Unlike Augustus who could not see whether there was light on the road ahead, he did see hope after all.

(End of this chapter)