-Laughing to death, as if we could really learn it.
- Just pull the progress bar back. Am I fucking blind? It seems like Lu is working as a wet nurse?
-ah? ? Why do you say that?
-I'm not sure. I only saw that the candle seemed to have the ability to consume itself. In addition, Poppy should have taken Jiang Xiao's genes.
-But whose wet nurse is he?
-I don’t know. What’s standing in front of him is a mosaic.
-……
-……
An Yu only glanced briefly at everyone's discussion before closing the terminal.
In fact, he was coaxed into participating in the orphanage mission by his superiors. But in this mission, he accidentally revealed many things that were buried more than ten years ago.
Ling Qiu never discussed his views on "coincidences" with him. After all, in the world of untouchables, there were no coincidences, only endless worries about hunger and satiety. But he vaguely felt that these misfortunes might have been doomed for a long time. Just like before departure, the outline of the third golden gear has appeared faintly in the poet's painting.
He is destined to board the shuttle bus to the main city on the winter solstice. Something is destined to happen in Area 53. He is also destined to come to the orphanage, unlock the dust-laden secrets, and awaken the ability to time...
He is also destined to see the commander’s past.
Amidst the slight white noise in the cabin, he looked at Qin Zhilu opposite, who was concentrating with his eyes closed.
Although Ling Qiu had said that being too curious about the privacy of important people would kill him, he was particularly concerned about what happened behind the penultimate door, which was tightly locked by Qin Zhilu's last bit of will.
Qin Zhilu suddenly opened his eyes, and his black eyes had returned to their usual cold and sharp look.
"Take a look at your terminal." Qin Zhilu said.
An Yu was distracted for a moment, "What?"
"Look at my survival value."
While he was speaking, An, who had been lowering his eyes to control the Morpho Butterfly with his mind, also raised his head, with an expression of disbelief and self-doubt.
An Yu clicked on the commander's icon on the terminal and was stunned.
Qin Zhilu’s survival value is 99%.
The Morpho butterflies are still working hard. According to An's ability, they should be at full strength long ago.
In the flash of lightning, An Yu's heart sank suddenly, "It's terrible."
The second broken lens sliced him and the commander at the same time.
Although only a very small piece.
But it is true that 1% of Qin Zhilu was sealed in the broken lens and disappeared forever with it.
The author has something to say:
【Snowflakes】White wattle (4/4) trajectory line
Maybe I had anticipated this day when I chose to sleep.
Everything will go back to the way it should be.
Those who are destined to die will die.
The favored survivors regain their lives.
The frozen time will always flow again - because this is the trajectory that has been drawn at the beginning of the universe.
Chapter 53 Main Line·53
At the other end of the terminal, Fengjian Tianyu muttered: "No wonder the second lens never disappears... By the way, An Yu, in what form does the part sealed by the mirror exist?"
An Yu was distracted by the terminal for a while before answering, "I don't know."
"Is the sealed part conscious? Is it another very weak Ritsu?"
An Yu recalled the feeling of looking at himself in the mirror, "Maybe there is incomplete consciousness. Just like the part of the white thorn that merges with the mirror and the white thorn sleeping in the core of the mirror, they are completely two people."
On the other side of the channel, Slade and Pat discussed in a low voice for a while, and Pat said thoughtfully: "So slicing is not only about life, but also about human nature."
An Yu said "hmm", "Maybe."
Slade immediately asked, "So you were sliced three times by a mirror. Do you feel that any part of your humanity is missing?"
There was suddenly an awkward silence in the cabin.
An Yu raised his head silently and met An's eyes, who was looking at him expressionlessly.
Slade tapped the device, "Hello? Hello?"
"Stop asking." Jiang Xiao's weak voice suddenly came from the other end, "According to the latest brain assessment, there is humanity in the corner but not much. Although it was cut three times, it may not have been cut."
Kazama said in surprise: "A total of 60% was cut off three times. Can't it be cut off like this?"
Jiang Xiao thought for a while, "Before cutting for the third time, the first two times have been fused back. If you cut continuously, the probability of cutting may be higher."
Pat said seriously, "No offense, but I originally thought that humanity should be evenly distributed in a person."
"Obviously not." Slade immediately retorted, "Otherwise, how could the good and evil of Bai Jing be completely separated?"
Pat: "That's right. Since I became a lawful person, I rarely think about such profound philosophical topics."
"After all, improving your mind is not as important as strengthening your muscles." Slade sighed hoarsely, tearing open the food packaging bag as he spoke.
An Yu listened expressionlessly to the whispers coming from the terminal. Based on the boundaries drawn by Ling Qiu, he felt that he might have been verbally bullied, but he was not sure, so he subconsciously looked at his superior.
Qin Zhilu seemed to smile, but his voice remained calm, "Jiang Xiao is awake already?"
Jiang Xiao immediately replied: "Yes, my current mental strength is stable, please rest assured. The top priority is still the broken lens. The ability of this mirror is too weird. It can no longer be explained by distortion. It seems that a black tower is needed. and the brain…”
"It doesn't matter." Qin Zhilu interrupted him simply, "It has long been known above that the distortion has gradually transcended the biological boundaries. My slice is only 1%. There is no need to include it in the battle report. Just ignore it. That's it."
As he said that, he hung up the communication and raised his eyebrows at An Yu, who was looking across from him in shock: "What's wrong?"
An Yu couldn't believe his ears, "Just 1%? Just forget it?"
Qin Zhilu looked at him calmly, "Otherwise, the mirror has disappeared, where can I find it back?"
An Yu was confused at the "99%" number on the terminal, "But..."
"Don't worry. Even if your life is thin, I can still protect you." Qin Zhilu yawned a little tiredly as he spoke, looked out the window and said softly: "Besides, no one would think of executing you now. It is a pity that the words and images are very pale, and the people in the Black Tower did not have the opportunity to experience the shock of the river flowing again."
An Wenyan frowned in confusion, Ning squeezed his palm and whispered: "Some new power must have awakened in the corner."
An looked towards An Yu. Although he still refused to speak, he was obviously asking with his eyes what the superpower was.
An Yu was in no mood to explain. He just glanced at him, then lowered his head in silence and continued to browse the terminal.
The Seed Museum and the orphanage were far away. After a while, people in the cabin fell asleep one after another. Qin Zhilu rested against the backboard, while An and Ning leaned against each other. Several Morpho butterflies that had not been retrieved in time also fell on the wall, one white and one blue, sleeping next to each other in pairs.
An Yu was speechless and found that he was the only poor person who had insomnia in front of the 99% number.
When the plane began to lower its altitude, Qin Zhilu woke up.
There was a familiar sound of wolfing around him. He turned around and found An Yu sitting in the semi-enclosed corner formed by him and the cabin board, holding a bag of thick bread and chewing mechanically.
It was brought by Ning. It was a bag of thick bread that was as big as his upper body when he held it. It had bottomed out at this moment.
Qin Zhilu was stunned for a rare moment, "Does this 1% make you so anxious?"
"Sorry, sir, I'm really not in the mood to keep it for you." An Yu squeezed the empty paper bag into a big ball, his cheeks still bulging and moving, "Also, please don't mention this number again, I will bear it. I can't help but imagine, if it were me forever..."
Before he finished speaking, An Yu took a deep breath and popped the last piece of bread into his mouth.
"..." Qin Zhilu was speechless for a moment and could only raise his hand to touch his head.
*
Planes cannot fly over the museum and can only land nearby, and everyone has to walk in.
The Plant Seed Museum is sandwiched between Pingping District and District 93, the outermost area of Baicheng, and is closer to District 93. The latitude here is very high, and there should be more snowfields that never melt all year round than other places. However, due to the special functions of the Seed Museum, the main city has arranged the entire area into an artificial greenhouse environment, and even has it covered with a small dome.
From the outside, the museum looks like an open-air, bare manor, with no buildings or vegetation behind the fence. It is like a piece of different time and space that was abruptly placed here. Starting from a certain dividing line, the land changed from snowfield to mud without any transition.
"This is a plant gene bank built by humans." Qin Zhilu crossed the invisible dividing line, "The establishment of the Seed Museum was proposed by five first-generation people ten years ago after the second special snowstorm arrived. . People collected the seeds of all the plants in the world, strictly screened them, and removed bad seeds with the risk of genetic distortion. Finally, a few seeds of each plant were left and planted here."
An Yu and An Ning followed Qin Zhilu. An Yu looked down at the ground and found that the brown soil was of different shades and had large and small grids painted on it.
"Although these soils are embedded together, they have different compositions. Each grid is carefully proportioned to suit the seeds buried in it. Equipment is arranged under the soil to maintain chemical environmental separation. The brain spends a lot of thought on these seeds. Special treatment is required to keep them alive in a low-life state and start growing at a time set by humans." Qin Zhilu calmly stated, "The time for the first collective germination is set to be ten years, which is this year. . Because humans expected that the world would get better ten years from now, or even if it did not get better, they should allow these plants to grow and reproduce normally, save new seeds, and wait for the next ten years."
Ning said softly: "Ten years ago, although people didn't know which direction the world would evolve, everything they did was to plan for reconstruction after the storm. This seems to be human instinct - no matter the disaster No matter how severe the disaster is, we will preserve science, culture, and all species in nature at all costs, and wait for the disaster to pass."
An Yu looked at the grids on the ground, "But they haven't grown yet. Is it not the time yet?"
"The time has come, something has changed." Qin Zhilu said, "The nutrients between the grids should not be interconnected, but the boundaries have been broken."
Although scientists had screened the seeds layer by layer to ensure that every gene was pure, perhaps there were oversights in the technology back then, or perhaps humans had never truly grasped the nature of the phenomenon, and a bad seed appeared in the museum.
"The original collective groundbreaking day was seven days ago, but as early as a month ago, District 93 began to report abnormalities." Qin Zhilu continued to explain: "There are sporadic people missing, and some houses and public cables suddenly collapsed or even disappeared. , the ground cracked, and small-scale earthquakes occurred frequently at night. This bad seed not only robbed the entire museum of nutrients within a month, but also quietly extended its hands into human activity areas through the underground to devour life and fuse matter. Make yourself stronger.”
An Yu was a little surprised, "Architecture is also its nourishment?"
Qin Zhilu nodded with a solemn expression, "Since there have been several ordinary abnormal invasion incidents in District 93 in the past two months, no one thought of the museum. Even when something happened in the nearby Ping Ping District not long ago, I came Help with the cleaning, and now that I think about it, there are some anomalies that were covered up by the invasion of the abnormal group."
An kept looking down at the terminal without saying a word. An Yu glanced across his screen and saw Putao's profile picture displayed on the chat box.
But it was An who sent a whole screen of messages, and Putao didn't reply a word.
An Yu hesitated for a moment, "That bad seed..."
"Fortunately, although it already has devouring power and a certain degree of space-time interference, it is still just a thing rooted in the ground. It cannot run away and its aggressiveness is limited. It has been eliminated by Tang Feng's team. Only the remaining seeds The living conditions have been set back ten years ago. No matter how much human interference is done, it will be impossible for them to start growing according to the original plan for at least half a year. And..." Qin Zhilu paused and lowered his tone, "There is no need to let them grow. .”
An Yu nodded, "Perhaps there are still unknown bad species sleeping, and destroying them all is the safest option for mankind."
An frowned and looked over at him, but Ning pulled her sleeve again.
"Am I wrong?" An Yu looked over calmly, "The genetic aberrations have not been completely eliminated, and the chaos has exceeded the scope of what genes can explain. The prerequisite for preserving everything is self-preservation, but obviously, human beings are losing self-preservation Ability."
Qin Zhilu looked at him for a while, nodded and said: "This is also Shangfeng's opinion. However, Zhu Tao disagrees."
An rarely took the initiative to speak, "I support Putao." He turned to An Yu again, but hesitated to speak.
An Yu asked Ning, "What does he want to say?"
