"Then based on your calculations, how did the dead night come about?" Number Seventeen asked again.
"Come on, let me show you something." As the old man said, he carried No. 17 into the house, and after closing the door of the experimental area, he led him into the laboratory corridor. In a huge closed breeding area, there are tempered glass cabinets inside. There are many strange creatures in the cabinets—most of them are species in the jungle.
"Are these things you used for your experiments?" No. 17 looked at the glass cabinets below and said, "Beijing is really different. The completeness of the species is much more than what Li Qingshui collected back then."
"That is, when the end of the world was approaching, Beijing was hardly destroyed. It had the most powerful centralized system and the strictest military protection in China. The starting point is much higher." The old man pointed to everything here, "Before the red mist came, the investment scale of the research institute here was also the largest. After the red mist came, the number of brain mutants here is also the most. Yes, relying on these, in fact, I was much better than Li Qingshui in researching hardware at the beginning."
When the old man said these words, he didn't show a proud expression, but a look of depression.
"But even so, I'm still not as good as Li Qingshui in many aspects." The old man was talking, passing by these glass cabinets, and stopped in front of a test bench, "I don't want to talk about it, just talk about brain abnormalities. I have never made the cloning achievements of mutants. At that time, Beijing actually launched a "Human Completion Project". Someone proposed to clone millions of brain mutants and let them dominate the survival of human beings. At that time, I was actually the proposer, planner and final executor of this 'Human Complementation Plan'... "
"In the end, as you can see, I failed." The old man frowned as he spoke, as if there was a puzzle that could never be solved waiting for him, "I copied a lot of brain mutants, but They all failed. As long as the brain region is abnormal, the brain capacity is very high, and the frequency and amplitude of brain wave radiation are different from ordinary people. I don’t know why, as soon as I cloned the brain region mutants, they all terminated before they were born. The transmission of brain waves—that is, the body is alive, and the brain is theoretically alive, but there are no waves, no signs of life, do you know why?"
"How do I know?" No. 17 said, "Only this, Li Qingshui has never told us, and I have also speculated that I have no clue. The present is the past and the future, and the past has already happened, so it is not the data needed for calculation. Is it the least amount, can't you calculate the result of this question based on the amount of data on me?"
"I can't figure it out, so let me dissect it?" The old man seemed to ask this question jokingly—but both of them, including No. 17 and him, knew that this question was serious.
Faced with such an unreasonable request, No. 17 frowned and thought for a while, but he did not refuse.
"Yes, you can partially dissect me, but you can't do any permanent damage to me."
"Haha, you are really a selfless person." The old man's sentence was a joke.
"Yes, I am." Number 17 also made a joke, and then the two, who are probably the smartest people in China so far, brought the topic back after a small joke that lasted less than 10 seconds On the right track, "Now, can you tell me about Dead Night and these creatures? What potion did you research? Or did you isolate any strange ingredients in the red mist?"
While No. 17 was speaking, he glanced at a bottle of fuchsia potion in front of the laboratory table, "Is it this thing?"
"Well, yes, this is something I managed to separate from the red mist. I call it Gaia's mania."
"What a fucking vulgar name." No. 17 curled his lips and took the bottle from the old man's hand, put it to his lips and sniffed it, "Listen to the name, the function of this thing should be to make creatures hard to tame, right? No wonder..."
"Li Qingshui has also studied the composition of the red mist before. He didn't isolate some things in it, but he also guessed their functions. In the early days of the establishment of the research institute, he actually devoted part of his energy to domesticating new species. But no matter how they were domesticated, it was found that those animals would not be tamed according to the previous training rules of humans. Then Li Qingshui analyzed that there must be a mental stimulation in the red mist. At that time, it called this free will .”
"Whatever it's called, anyway, this thing is amazing." The old man said, took out a needle and took out a little aerosol-like liquid from the bottle, then gestured at No. 17 with the needle, "Yes Don't want some?"
"No danger?" Number Seventeen stretched out his arm.
"No, I've tried it myself. I want to experience what it feels like. It's better than smoking marijuana." The old man said, injecting an injection into the fat baby's arm on the 17th, and the latter Within three seconds after the liquid was injected, the body trembled slightly.
This kind of trembling seems to be a very excited feeling, so excited that Number Seventeen wants to roll his eyes a little—but fortunately, he has a high IQ, and his brain has a strong control over his body, so he resisted the feeling that it was worse than taking drugs. Excited feeling, sighed: "Damn, it's too exciting, this is a kind of spiritual enjoyment."
"Well, is there a feeling of 'Lao Tzu is the best in the world'?" The old man is obviously familiar with the ingredients in it, "This kind of spiritual hint is terrifying, making it difficult for those species with insufficient intelligence to distinguish what they have now. This situation is comparable to the effect of stimulants, they are not afraid of you at all, and think that they are unique and awesome, so how can they be tamed by you?"
"So, your so-called dead night is that this winter, this component in the red mist and several other components related to it will suddenly increase, and then there will be a large-scale competition led by low-intelligence species among species around the world. Massacre." No. 17 understood what the so-called dead night was, "Then how can you be sure that the massacre was aimed at the top species? Could it be that there are such spiritual hints in Gaia's rules?"
"Absolutely, the willow tree was blown up just now, or it was blown up by a brainless aircraft carrier, hahahahaha..." Speaking of this question, the old man laughed almost wildly for the first time.