"Why was I so rude just now? I've got my hands dirty when beating such inferior people." Zhao Zhisheng, who was holding the steering wheel, suddenly realized that he was a little agitated just now, and he actually cared about an ordinary person himself.
Although he felt that something was wrong with him just now, he quickly forgot about it, hitting someone was nothing, and started to tease the beauty sitting in the co-pilot instead.
Feng Buhui is a genius, both he himself and the neighbors around him think so.
He has been very interested in everything around him since he was a child, and he would often ask some weird questions. His mother could answer them at first, but soon, she found that she might not be able to answer his son's questions.
His family is not well-off, and there is no way to spend a lot of money to buy books to satisfy Feng Buhui's curiosity, so she gave the eight-year-old Feng Buhui a city library card and asked him to find the answers by himself.
In the following time, apart from eating, sleeping, and going to school, he spent the rest of his time in the library. Compared to the boring play among children, he preferred reading books.
Relying on his IQ far exceeding his peers, Feng Buhui kept skipping grades in school because the lessons were too easy for him. Fourteen-year-old Feng Buhui was escorted to Tianqing University, the new highest institution of higher education in Huaya Federation.
In six years, he received a Ph.D. in bioengineering. This year, he was twenty years old.
Although he has no awakening ability and is still an ordinary person, such a genius has naturally entered the Reiki Research Institute, the largest research institution in Huaya.
But here, he found that things were a little different.
This bloated institution is full of power struggles, and Huaya's three major factions regard it as a battlefield.
The Reiki Research Institute, which spends tens of trillions of dollars every year, actually implements less than 10% of it. The rest were either misappropriated by various academic bureaucrats for communication, or turned into a large pile of spiritual materials used to strengthen themselves.
The bottom-level researchers who study diligently, the results they produce are plagiarized by their superiors from time to time, and become materials for them to apply for more funding.
In the beginning, there were still many old professors who had achieved fame and had no desires or desires. They stuck to their principles and became a clear stream in the academic world.
But then everything changed, and few people could resist the temptation to let their bodies return to their youth and strength, especially for a group of old people who were already trembling.
The young Feng Buhui was very disappointed with such an organization, but he didn't have the power to change everything, so he could only choose to escape.
So he wrote an application and applied to return to the branch of the Reiki Research Institute in his hometown of Tianning City to continue his research in this quiet town.
Originally, he could have chosen America, the country with the most advanced biotechnology, but after the color revolution several years ago, America had forcibly expelled all non-white residents, leaving him helpless.
The salary of the branch office is actually not low. A monthly salary of close to 20,000 can definitely be regarded as a middle-class income in Tianning where consumption is not high.
It's just that the funds of this small branch are quite tight. Many times he wants to do some experiments, but he can only squeeze out a part of his salary to buy materials, but Feng Buhui never mentioned it to anyone, and has been doing it silently. with their own research.
It is precisely because of this that his girlfriend always thought that he only had a salary of a few thousand yuan, and that she could not see the future with him. As proud as he is, he doesn't want to explain too much.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Buhui slowly got up from the ground. Although Zhao Zhisheng's punch seemed to have an amazing effect, the actual damage was not serious.
Zhao Zhisheng had heard from his father that killing people in public had only done it before and managed to cover it up, and if he really beat the other person to death in public, he would still be in trouble after being exposed, so He didn't use much force either.
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"Why is there something like aura that disturbs everything?" Feng Buhui walked on the road, talking to himself with blank eyes.
He has asked himself this question many times. The emergence of spiritual energy has completely changed the biological sciences of the past ten years. As a cutting-edge researcher in related fields, Feng Buhui is also at a loss.
And half a month ago, after nearly three years of research on genetic engineering, he accidentally synthesized an unknown existence called spirit devouring.
In the beginning, he just wanted to use his knowledge to synthesize a genetic weapon-like virus, so as to obtain the reward worth five billion.
One of the highest bounty tasks in the contribution point system—providing a targeted and effective way to kill the Sea Clan, with a reward of 50 million contribution points, Feng Buhui's idea is to use genetic weapons to deal with them.
Although biodiversity is important, the existence of human beings is obviously more important. These intelligent sea races that can threaten the survival of human beings should not exist in this world. After all, human beings should be the masters of everything.
In a sense, he succeeded. The degree of psychicization of mutant creatures infected by the devouring will continue to decrease until they are finally decomposed alive by the devouring.
Somewhat different from the traditional definition of a genetic virus, a ghost needs to designate a protoform, and the higher the genetic similarity with the protoform, the easier it is to be infected.
But the strange thing is that it only works on creatures that have evolved in aura. As an ordinary person, Feng Buhui is completely unaffected by this kind of thing.
"This distorted world should be restored to its original state."
Feng Buhui, who was hit hard by what happened just now, decided to give up the possible five billion bonus, and use the spirit devourer in his hand to bring the world back to its proper state.
So he spent two days following Zhao Zhisheng, collected his genetic samples, and then used him as the Primarch of the Devourer to prepare his revenge plan.
One day, Zhao Zhisheng was having dinner with Feng Buhui's ex-girlfriend at a restaurant. At this moment, Feng Buhui, who was still dressed in white, walked over, holding a bag of strange things in his hand.
"What's the matter, do you want to be beaten again?" Zhao Zhisheng felt a little uncomfortable looking at Feng Buhui's deadly eyes, so he got ready to drive away the person who disturbed his meal.
"No, it's to send you on your way." Before he finished speaking, he dumped the whole package on Zhao Zhisheng.
"Looking for death!" Zhao Zhisheng felt that he was magnanimous for not punching the opponent in the first place, but he didn't expect the opponent to play such a prank to tease him.
But a second later, the rapidly dissipating power in his body told him that this was not a prank, and soon he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and could only collapse on the ground, watching himself slowly decompose.
Many people were taken aback by the sudden change. Among them, the fastest responder was a young man with a mobile phone. He quickly picked up the mobile phone, opened the APP habitually, and pointed the camera at Zhao Zhisheng.
"Hello, everyone, I am Li Hanxian, the anchor of your 'Daily Watching Fresh'. In the restaurant where I was eating, a single-love murder just happened. The murderer even sprinkled something like corpse powder on the other person. The scene Very shocking!"