“It’s too outdated.” Zhou Siyu shook his head. “The culture medium from fifteen years ago is no longer suitable for current needs. No wonder your virus research has stagnated.”
The ν117 culture medium contains a special Lafa element, which can greatly increase the speed of virus and cell mutation. However, it is bulky and not easy to preserve, and has been gradually replaced by the newly invented ν118, which is more convenient to transport and store.
Zhou Siyu had seen a new culture medium, ν129, in the Oran Laboratory. The ice-blue powder was completely transparent after dissolving in water, and its reaction rate was fifty times that of ν118. The only drawback was that it was expensive.
In addition to the virus research and development area, the laboratory also has many animal and plant research areas. After lunch, Zhou Siyu visited the animal, plant and cell research areas, and offered many suggestions and answered questions for the researchers.
"Thank you so much for today. You answered so many of my questions." The guide gratefully shook Zhou Siyu's hand, admiring him immensely.
Zhou Siyu smiled and nodded, then silently withdrew his hand and rubbed it in his pocket.
As Zhou Siyu walked out of the laboratory and through the corridor, the ground beneath her feet suddenly became soft. She looked down in confusion and found that it was covered with a black plush carpet with gold trim.
Phnom Penh disappeared before a white gate, on which was carved a huge pomegranate tree.
Seeing Zhou Siyu's interest, the guide explained, "That's the Sun Chamber, the place where the organization provides its population..."
"Bang..."
The white door suddenly opened, and a person dressed in a white robe stumbled in and bumped into Zhou Siyu.
"You're alright..."
"Give me back my child...give him back..." The man grabbed Zhou Siyu by the collar, shouting hoarsely, "Give me back my child..."
"Bang bang..."
Gunshots rang out, and warm blood splattered on his face. Zhou Siyu stared blankly as the person who had just been screaming slowly slid to the ground, his blue eyes filled with resentment and sorrow.
A researcher stepped forward, brushed aside the man's hair to reveal the number on his neck, scoffed, and said disdainfully, "A fragile Omega, he's only taken on a dozen or so breeding missions..." With that, he waved to the guard who had just fired the shot, "Drag him away."
"How old is he?"
Zhou Siyu stood there blankly, blinking her eyes, the sticky blood on her eyelashes sliding down her cheeks.
"Let me see... Hmm... Seventeen years old..." The researcher glanced at the number, shook his head and sighed: "Moon Rabbit Omega, still too fragile, the differentiation level of the offspring is not high either, a failed experiment."
"I've had enough of all those rabbits in the base," another researcher said disdainfully. "A bunch of rabbits with no fighting ability and low differentiation levels are good for nothing but being experimental subjects."
Within the rebel organization, Omegas held the lowest status. Those with lower differentiation levels performed the dirtiest, most arduous, and most grueling tasks, often lacking even basic sustenance. Those with higher differentiation levels were imprisoned and turned into breeding machines. They could be killed at will or used for experiments, and in the eyes of those in power, they were less useful than inanimate objects.
"Mr. Zhou, are you alright?" The guide deliberately waited until the others had finished their discussion before speaking. "Would you like to go and take a shower first..."
"I'll go back and change my clothes. Could you please send a meal to my room?"
Zhou Siyu forced a smile and quickly left.
The people behind him watched him walk away and then began to gossip again.
"Is this all the courage an honorary major general in the league has? Lame."
"What use are Omegas besides procreation? Alphas are needed for war and research."
"Just a pretty face, but her figure and face are really something else..."
"This kind of exquisite food is rarely seen; I really want to taste it..."
"Ah, it must taste amazing..."
As the foul language reached his ears, Zhou Siyu couldn't help but frown. A group of hypocritical beasts in human skin, who took pride in their vulgarity and prided themselves on their rudeness, made him want to punch their heads off.
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