Proxima Centauri b.
In front of the cabin in Dungeon No. 1, the Mysterious Maiden No. 2 slowly landed.
Under Zero's control, more than a dozen robots carried more than ten metal coffins, quietly waiting at the landing point of Xuan Nu II.
Inside the metal coffin were, of course, carefully selected corpses of Proxima Centauri.
After layers of screening, these dozen or so corpses were not only extremely "fresh," but also included various stages of the lives of Proxima Centauri and Marus.
The hatch of Xuan Nu II slowly opened, and more than ten robots carried the coffin in one after another.
Lu Yongchang and the other two were already waiting by the experimental table, wearing full protective gear.
They need to dissect these more than ten corpses and then collect samples from various parts of their bodies.
With the help of the robot, the first metal coffin was slowly opened.
Lu Yongchang carefully examined the corpse in front of him.
The skin was loose, the carapace tissue on the back was dull and lifeless, and the body was emaciated and curled up...
He is an elderly Proxima Centauri person.
The body was well preserved, with no signs of decay.
"I wonder whose body this is, that it can still be preserved in this way..." Lu Yongchang muttered to himself, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Before he could finish speaking, a holographic image appeared in front of Lü Yongchang.
The above displays Zero's identity information found in the central computer database.
Name: Augustus
[Identity: Lyle, Chief Scientist of the Proxima Centauri Academy]
Age: 639 years old
[Time of death: March 6, 2147 (Earth Calendar)]
[Location of discovery: Fridge stored in the core area of Dungeon No. 1]
[Biographical Information: Born into the Academy of Sciences, began basic education at age 20, completed basic education at age 50, completed higher education at age 80, joined the Academy of Sciences at age 85, and became its chief astronaut at age 120, serving until his death.]
[Honors and Achievements: ...]
Looking at the dense information in front of him, Lü Yongchang opened his mouth slightly, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Yongchang, this old man has the same status as you." Fang Xu's voice came through the team's radio.
Lü Yongchang turned his head and glanced at Fang Xu.
He was holding a scalpel, and with great interest, he gently poked the Proxima Centauri in front of him with the back of the blade.
Lü Yongchang: "..."
"Why don't you do the dissection?"
Fang Xu suddenly stopped, quickly threw the scalpel aside, and obediently retreated behind Lü Yongchang.
Mao Zhengzhi, who was standing to the side, had already skillfully picked up the scalpel and gently pressed it on the abdomen of the Proxima Centauri.
The sharp blade grazed lightly.
The dissection began.
...
Looking at the autopsy scene before him, Fang Xu's expression gradually turned grim.
"Here you are."
A scalpel was handed to him.
"After watching for so long, I think you should have gained some insights by now, right?"
Lu Yongchang's devilish voice came from the side: "Why don't you go up and try your hand?"
Fang Xu shook his head repeatedly, his eyes filled with a palpable resistance: "No, no, no, such an important experimental sample, wouldn't it be......"
"Don't worry, it's fine." Under the mask, Lü Yongchang revealed a "kind" smile. "We've removed all the important organs, you can go up and try your hand."
As he spoke, Lü Yongchang pointed to the operating table next to him.
On it, various organs of different shapes were neatly arranged.
Fang Xu: "..."
A few minutes later.
He moved the scalpel shakily, cutting open the atrophied muscle tissue.
Feeling that incredibly smooth touch, Fang Xu's eyes twitched violently.
"Bear with it. If you throw up, there aren't any spare protective suits for you to change into here," Lü Yongchang "kindly" reminded him. "You'll have to stay with your vomit for at least a few hours."
Fang Xu: "..."
...
Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.
It must be admitted that the exercise method proposed by Lü Yongchang is indeed effective.
“Yongchang, look, compared to a normal Proxima Centauri, Marus’s organs are noticeably weaker.” Fang Xu calmly reached out and removed an organ, then placed it on a special table.
Lu Yongchang stopped his sampling work, leaned over to glance at the thing in Fang Xu's hand, and then glanced at the holographic projection.
Name: No. 12
[Identity: Leader of Marus in Dungeon #2]
Age: 224 years old
[Time of death: March 24, 2147 (Earth Calendar)]
[...]
[Honorary Message: Made outstanding contributions to the reform of the old system on Proxima Centauri]
Lu Yongchang nodded thoughtfully: "That's normal. The cloning technology has too many flaws. The physical condition of these Marus should be similar. They are all defective products."
"But... what's with this old system reform?" He turned to look at the camera beside him. "Zero, is this newly discovered information?"
Zero responded immediately.
"Yes, Professor."
"I found the relevant information in the central computer of Dungeon No. 2."
"Before we arrived in the Proxima Centauri system, the Proxima Centauri civilization had initiated a reform of the old system."
"Ordinary Proxima Centauri and Marus joined forces to put pressure on the Academy of Sciences and the Royal Family in order to gain a chance to survive."
Lu Yongchang frowned slightly: "And then? Did the old system reform fail? Why is their underground city number two still so backward?"
"On the contrary, they succeeded," Zero said calmly.
The holographic projection unfolds.
The entire historical data was presented directly to Lü Yongchang.
As he watched as Levi, the leader of Dungeon Number Two, walked step by step toward the enemy camp, and was then used to his death, he shook his head helplessly: "What a pity..."
"The dragon slayer eventually becomes the dragon himself; in such a distorted social system, this is his inescapable fate."
He pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "Zero, gather as much historical data about the Proxima Centauri civilization as possible."
"Received." Zero replied without the slightest hesitation.
The holographic projection gradually dimmed.
"Let's get back to work." Lü Yongchang sighed softly and said to the two people beside him, "We have other things to do after the sampling is finished."
The small laboratory was quiet.
"Yongchang, where do you plan to use their historical materials?"
Fang Xu's question broke the silence of the laboratory.
A hint of confusion flashed in Lü Yongchang's eyes.
museum?
This doesn't seem to be of much use.
Literature database?
That's even less useful.
“I suggest that it be included in the latest textbooks,” Mao Zhengzhi said in a low voice while engrossed in his work.
"By learning from history, we can understand the rise and fall of dynasties."
"In addition to the history of humankind, we should include the history of other civilizations so that they can serve as a constant reminder to humankind."
Lu Yongchang pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly.
"good."
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