Chapter 35 Hunger

Two weeks have passed since the last physical examination at the institute.

Due to the great shock to the researchers, Wu Fuyi had to bring Fu Jiao back to the institute and let her undergo a large-scale mental comfort.

"......I'm really sorry," after erasing the fear and delirium of those researchers, Fu Jiao looked at Wu Fuyi's students with great guilt as they mistakenly recorded a large amount of data. "To be honest, how about I secretly give your students a wave of SCI. The child looks too pitiful." Wu Fuyi

: "......"

Wu Fuyi held his forehead: "I said, don't give gifts like this, Lord."

Fu Jiao shrugged innocently to show that he was just kind-hearted, and looked at the group of young students who were frantically re-measuring the data through the laboratory glass.

"After a while, all bases in the capital city may be under full martial law," the director of the institute also looked at his stupid students gently, "It's almost time for their summer vacation projects, we may be busy... I don't know if we still have time to accompany you."

"Full martial law..." Fu Jiao paused slightly, raised his head curiously, "What's the matter? Do you need my help?"

"It's just a small matter, don't worry."

Wu Fuyi said it lightly, but his eyes were inexplicably deep. He lowered his head and smiled and pulled his sleeves.

The Supreme God knew at a glance that this black-hearted deer had no good intentions. Combined with the rare gloom of Deng Baoying recently, and the lynx running back and forth every few days.

These three people are probably going to do something again.

But, isn't it quite peaceful recently?

Fu Jiao lowered his head and thought, and reached out to press his right eyelid again.

It seemed to twitch unconsciously a few times.

*

"The test results are out, sir."

The snake adjutant looked a little stagnant, turned around and closed the door of the office, and then looked at the man behind the desk in a low voice.

"The evaluation shows that there are indeed unknown DNA residues in the underground ventilation ducts of the research institute... We can't analyze the specific components. This gene does not seem to belong to any biological sequence currently known to the Federation."

"But... We extracted the blood of the team members in the southern test area who returned to the capital star last month for comparison."

Deng Baoying raised his head slightly when he heard this, and as expected, he heard Green whispering the expected result.

"The data shows that eighty percent of the genetic chains overlap."

"This is so weird... Obviously, the two types of DNA are completely different in terms of composition... but once they are placed in a container at the same time, they will show homogeneity."

"This is simply..."

"Simply unscientific?" Deng Baoying calmly closed a communication page on the light screen.

"It's simply impossible," Green whispered, "Even the research institute said that this shouldn't happen. Impossible."

"This is no longer in the field of biology..."

"Nothing is impossible in the world," Griffin responded calmly, but his tone was a little colder. "All ports near the capital planet are strictly controlled, and all large bases outside the city are sealed. Tell all departments to be vigilant. If there is an emergency order, they must be able to mobilize manpower immediately."

"Also... secretly observe the movements of the returning team members, and send another team to the southern test area as soon as possible."

"Send another team..." Green looked up at him in shock.

"Don't send living people over there, send a team of miniature surveillance drones, and jump directly from the capital planet tonight."

Deng Baoying's tone was not heavy, and it even seemed like he was just giving instructions for a small matter, but it carried an unquestionable meaning.

"...Yes, sir," the adjutant lowered his head and obeyed the order, then took a deep breath, hesitated a little nervously for a while, and lowered his voice, "Also, there is one more thing."

"The medical department found assimilated and infectious genetic substances in the DNA residues in the ventilation ducts. Before this, we couldn't be sure how many people the carrier of the infectious substance had contact with, nor how many members of the Inspectorate now carry this gene." "

The research institute is conducting an inspection, but judging from the current efficiency, it will take at least three months to count all the people in the Capital Star Army..."

"That's why I asked you to seal the passage and keep a close watch on the members returning from the Southern Territory Test Area."

Deng Baoying took a deep breath and frowned slightly, but it was not dissatisfaction, but more like fatigue: "No matter what is in the Southern Territory Test Area, before anything happens, seal the secret."

"..."

Green kept silent, just lowered his head and answered in a low voice.

As the adjutant of the Chief of the Inspectorate, he certainly knew what this meant.

Pathogens that are enough to contaminate the entire Federation's top management have been placed inside the capital planet and in various bases.

They look secretive and harmless, peaceful and difficult to distinguish, and no one can even judge whether they have begun to create their own "similars".

Just like putting a few tiny plankton into a pool of clear water, it seems to remain calm on the surface, but the gap of conflict has begun to brew.

No one knows what will happen.

"When was the Southern Region Experimental Area taken over by Guan Jiu?" While Green was stunned, he suddenly heard Deng Baoying's question again.

I don't know why, but recently, the griffon seems to be in a bad mood. Although his face looks as calm as ever, the hidden gloom and depression in his eyes do not seem to be fake. Deng Baoying himself seems to have noticed this and put on a higher frequency mental detection intelligent brain.

The adjutant shook his head to dismiss those fantasies, and answered seriously: "Fourteen years ago, it was after you...that time."

No need to say more, everyone knew which time "that time" referred to.

The griffon was a little slower in reading the brain, but his expression remained unchanged, and he only casually and lightly passed by a sentence.

"After the 'God-making Plan'."

...

Lately, Deng Baoying is indeed in a bad mood.

Not only because the Lord God had prepared a way for him to leave in advance, nor was it only because of Guan Jiu's unprecedented proactive communication, or provocation last time.

He prided himself on being a calm and reliable adult, and just because of this, he would not interfere with his work progress.

It was because Deng Baoying was uncomfortable.

Very, very uncomfortable.

Whether in the inspection court or in the research institute, he could sense a faint, nauseating breath.

It was a bit similar to the smell carried by Fu Jiao, but it was completely different - the Lord God's fluctuations would not be as greedy and ambitious as that breath, nor would they be like that breath, like a soft parasite attached to bones and flesh, squirming at any time with life as a carrier, sticky and hateful.

What made the great griffon even more upset was that a certain secret intuition told him that it was a creature completely different from humans.

Just like him.

It was his kind.

Even though he didn't like to call himself anything other than "human", this was an established fact.

It was like this seven thousand years ago, and it will be like this seven thousand years later.

*

Deng Baoying never regretted his first encounter with the Lord God.

Even though their first encounter was really a great wolf, the pure and beautiful god who had just descended to the world, looking down from above at the dying little griffon, whose body was full of wounds eroded by acid rain. At that time, he was already in a state of confusion, and only with the last bit of instinct for survival, he stretched out his hand and tried to grab the corner of the god's clothes.

The god responded to his call and request for help, and the god saved him.

Or from a certain perspective, the gods also destroyed him.

The gifts from the gods were not so easy to accept.

Fu Jiao had just landed on the wasteland planet at that time and had no experience in many things, let alone knowing the severity of the situation. And Deng Baoying was also injured too badly at that time, so badly that he could even feel the blood dripping out, and his heartbeat slowing down little by little, as if all the internal organs in his body were sentencing him to death.

The passing shadow followed him like a shadow, and the god cut his wrist and poured into his mouth the golden divine blood that was like liquid flame.

He forgot what he felt at that time. Pain? Warmth? Shock? Or all of them...? He was not sure.

It was just that at that time, what Deng Baoying remembered most vividly was the feeling of being replaced.

It was like giving up all struggles and voluntarily sliding into the abyss called "redemption", allowing himself to be wrapped in the warm embrace of God. All souls and free wills were dissolved into fragments in extreme happiness, and then reassembled and aggregated to become a new species born for God.

It was like salvation, but also like a sober fall, even though he could only feel peace of mind and happiness, endless.

Like a poor insect that was trapped, from then on, he could no longer resist the orders and calls of God.

Deng Baoying didn't even know whether he was still the same person as before.

Or maybe, from the moment she accepted the favor of God, the real Deng Baoying was already dead, and had been completely polluted into a pile of rotten meat.

What was reborn in the wasteland was a monster that belonged only to God. A monster

created by the Supreme God, with all the emotions and memories of the poor exiled cub.

However, he would not tell the Lord God about this.

Why should he tell her? Why should he let her know what she had done and what she had created.

Deng Baoying felt that she could not tolerate any contempt or hatred towards her.

Let the Griffin always be an upright good man, a fair and steady righteous person in Fu Jiao's mind.

Although.

In fact, he knew it too clearly.

Facing that kind of heretical aura, even now when talking to his adjutant, he couldn't help but feel a desire for it.

His reason was on the verge of collapse, and the evil desire like mud gradually climbed up, which looked just like the greed of the same kind.

...

I really want to.

I really want to eat my own kind.

Eat them alive.

I'm so hungry.