Switzerland, Geneva.
The International Biological Research Association, an organization born out of the European Knights, ushered in the first Chinese-American vice president since its establishment 50 years ago.
Although there is a word "deputy" in the prefix, the weight of the vice president He Zihong is not ordinary.
There are nine elders in the Presbyterian House of the International Biological Research Association, six of whom are jointly nominated by the three presidents, one principal, two vice presidents, and elected by members.
The president is chosen from among the elders.
Regardless of the six elders or the three presidents, once elected, it is a lifetime system.
The current president of the research association is a ninety-three-year-old man. Although his mind is still clear, his energy is low.
Another vice president, eighty-seven years old, has been bedridden for more than a year.
Although He Zihong, the vice president, is ranked third in the research association, he is actually the executive vice president, who is in charge of all the work of the research association.
However, before he officially started working, he prepared himself a promotion gift.
This gift cannot be officially opened until one has actually sat in this position.
That is Miao Guangqi's personnel file.
Miao Guangqi is currently the head of the six elders, second only to the three presidents, and ranks fourth in the senior leadership of the research association.
He Zihong has been thinking about his personnel file since he came back from the Outer Xing'an Mountains, but he didn't have enough authority before.
And now, this file has been placed on his desk.
The International Society for Biological Research is an international academic organization.
If he wanted to enter the research association and become a senior member of the organization, it meant that the biologist, in addition to his outstanding achievements in the professional field, must also have his character tested, especially the spirit of internationalism.
The Research Association has always spared no effort in the background investigation of every member, especially the members of the Presbyterian House.
The personnel file of each elder must be thick and thick, and the life story of the elder, especially the deeds after the start of his academic career, will be recorded in every detail.
As for any academic papers, scientific research results, award records, etc., they will also form ancillary documents and be included.
Di Hongzhe's personnel file was already the thickest document that He Zihong had read in recent years. It took him four days to pick and choose.
But compared with Miao Guangqi's file, it is nothing.
He Zihong's desk is a huanghuali desk, which is expensive and large in size. More than two meters wide, almost like a bed.
Miao Guangqi's personnel file was put up, and there was no space for this seven-foot case. It was completely occupied, and the pile could be two feet high.
He Zihong was sitting on his office chair with a cigar in his mouth, smoking one mouthful at a time.
He looked at the file on the table, his eyes straightened.
Where will this life go
This Miao Guangqi, life is too exciting, right
He Zihong stroked his thoughts, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and looked at the labels of these files.
The labels are all year. This kind of personnel file is based on time as the directory.
Almost subconsciously, He Zihong focused on the period from 1980 to 1990.
Then he found himself a little distracted.
Because this time period was the time period that Miao Guangqi asked He Zihong to check for Di Hongzhe when he asked him about Di Hongzhe.
What He Zihong is looking at now is Miao Guangqi's own file, which has no logical connection with this time period.
But since he saw it, He Zihong stretched out his hand.
Anyway, there is no way to start with this large table of files, it doesn't matter where to start.
And He Zihong also remembered that Miao Guangqi was about the same age as Di Hongzhe.
In the decade from 1980 to 1990, Miao Guangqi should have been in his thirties to forties.
Normally speaking, this age is just the beginning stage of a biologist's research career, and generally he will not achieve much, but Miao Guangqi is not an ordinary person.
At that time, he should have achieved results.
He Zihong picked up a stack of documents and began to flip through them.
For He Zihong, this kind of file doesn't really mean much by looking at his resume. He's not a criminal investigator, and his resume doesn't show any flowers.
His focus is mainly on academic papers.
As someone who has experienced it, He Zihong knows that the dissertation will take a lot of energy.
For a short paper of tens of thousands of words, the total writing time may only be a few days, but the experimental time spent behind it is dozens or even hundreds of times.
People are basically tied to it.
As a scientific researcher, what he has done during this period of time does not need to read other things, just read the papers.
As a world-class biologist, He Zihong doesn't need to read the content of the papers, just the titles.
As soon as he saw the title, He Zihong knew the research direction, experimental procedures, and demonstration methods of this paper.
So He Zihong flipped through the documents quickly with his hands, and his movements were very deft.
After flipping like this for a while, He Zihong's hand suddenly stopped, and then he rewrote a few pages forward.
Seeing the title of this paper again, He Zihong suspected that he had read it wrong.
He quickly flipped back, until he reached the end of the paper, to confirm the signature of the paper.
That's right, it was Miao Guangqi, who signed both the Chinese and English editions, and the publication date of the paper was 1987.
Thinking back to the title of the thesis, He Zihong became more and more surprised.
The title of this paper is "Deciphering the Gene Sequence of the Human Central Nervous System".
He Zihong felt strange, but it didn't mean that this subject was not advanced.
On the contrary, this topic is very advanced, and the academic circles are still arguing about it until now, and there is no unified answer.
He Zihong felt that this was abnormal because there were two deadly knots in this subject.
First, when the final experimental demonstration of this topic is carried out, human beings are required to participate in live experiments, which is against ethics.
Second, this topic is a bit like Goldbach's conjecture, which is powerful but has no practical application prospects at present.
Biology is different from mathematics. Biology is an applied subject, and most of its application prospects are in the medical field.
No application prospect means no financial support. Scientists are human too, they have to eat.
The human central nervous system, including the human brain, is mostly non-renewable cells. Once damaged, it is permanent and cannot be repaired by means such as stem cell transplantation.
In other words, the current medical methods that humans have mastered cannot match this set of biological theories.
Therefore, in recent decades, most of the genetic studies on the human central nervous system are castles in the air. Today your assumption seems to be quite reliable, and his assumption tomorrow seems not to be wrong.
But it doesn't really make sense because the answer can't be verified.
With these thoughts in mind, He Zihong took advantage of the situation and turned to the next page.
The title of the next paper surprised He Zihong again.
This paper is actually about "human brain cell cultivation".
"Central nerve gene cracked, brain cells cultivated." He Zihong said silently several times in his heart.
Reminiscent of Miao Guangqi's later achievements in human genes, He Zihong vaguely felt as if he had caught something.
He Zihong immediately turned to the next paper, wanting to draw a clearer judgment.
Then He Zihong discovered that this one was not a paper.
Because of this article, there is no proof process.
Strictly speaking, this is just an essay written by Miao Guangqi back then, in which he put forward two ideas.
"Human memory reproduction" and "Human brain transplantation".
After reading this essay in detail, He Zihong realized that his suspicion of Miao Guangqi was correct.
His research direction is so sensitive, his temperament is so withdrawn, and his whereabouts are still erratic.
There is definitely something wrong with this person.
…
In the northern mountainous area of the Altai Mountains, under the cliffs at the northern foot of the Snow Mountain.
The cliff next to Fan Ping'an and Li Yizhen seemed to be cut from the sky, almost perpendicular to the ground, with a drop of nearly one kilometer.
For this horse attack, the two of them were stuck at the time when the barge began to charge, because the sound of the horse's hooves could be perfectly covered up.
This was originally not in the plan, but as veteran Jianghu, the two of them would not let this opportunity pass by.
Originally, the calculation was well planned. After Lin Shuo met and fought against the beast, no matter what the outcome was, Lin Shuo could never be safe and sound.
Once the two join forces, Lin Shuo can be cleaned up easily.
This deal is done.
As a result, the development of things was different from what they expected.
The speed at which Lin Shuo and Bartheon confronted each other was faster than they expected.
This caused Lin Shuo to collide with the barge before the steed under their crotches reached the valley.
In order not to expose themselves, the two quickly reined in the precipice.
The two were not in a hurry. This cliff just blocked the view of both sides. Since they couldn't catch up, let's take another look.
They could hear the sound of Lin Shuo colliding with the beast, it was deafening like thunder.
Just hearing the sound, the two knew that the youngster of the Lin family had suffered enough this time.
No matter how powerful a person is, he is still a human being. How can he go head-to-head with that kind of beast
Leaning their backs against the cliff, the two cautiously looked around, only to find that the beast was lying on the ground.
This scene left Fan Ping'an and Li Yizhen inexplicably horrified.
What made them even more uneasy was that Lin Shuo had disappeared.
Then, from the top of the mountain above the two of them, several gunshots were heard from afar.
There were people on the hill, they knew it before, there was a gunshot before.
But they are not worried about the person on the mountain, because Nie Xuan is also on this mountain, so he should be able to deal with it easily.
The gunshots are now very urgent. It seems that the gunman has been cornered by Nie Xuan.
The two looked up, but they couldn't see anything from this angle.
After waiting for a short while, the two saw that the beast in the distance had woken up and stood up unsteadily.
At this moment, Fan Ping'an only felt his eyelids twitch, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart!
Looking up to the sky again, he finally saw Lin Shuo.
Lin Shuo jumped out of the cliff and fell down against the cliff.
The drop of this cliff is nearly one kilometer. A person in the sky is about the size of a match, and his appearance cannot be seen clearly.
The reason why Fan Ping'an could immediately recognize Lin Shuo was because he was carrying a huge recurve bow behind his back.
That huge bow is like a pair of wings, very eye-catching.
"Is this deal so easy?" Li Yizhen also looked up, and said, "This kid jumped off the cliff by himself?"
Fan Ping'an was also a little bit guilty at first, but soon, he realized what Lin Shuo wanted to do.
After all, the old boxer has worked for Cao's family for many years. He knows better than Li Yizhen what the leader of the hunting gate is capable of.
He didn't have time to explain, he could only shout loudly:
"Not good! Hide!"