Lu Zhi frowned inwardly, feeling extremely disgusted and resentful of Xia Wenjun's behavior of using other people's lives as a stepping stone.
I felt sympathy for Chen Keke for a few seconds and then cheered myself up.
Not wanting to see their fake smiles, she took the initiative to point out her discovery and led them to see it.
A figure quietly slid up to her side. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw Liu Yuxi, who was trying hard to restrain himself but couldn't hide his fear, but she didn't say a word.
After hearing Lu Zhi's words, the three of them turned their attention to the projection screen.
The man who kept walking back and forth looked haggard, with the dark circles under his eye sockets making his eyes look like panda eyes. He had stubble on his face, but his dusty appearance could not hide the intense joy that burst out from his eyes.
"Doctor! It's done, it's done!!"
The middle-aged man clapped his hands excitedly, laughed out loud and ran towards the door.
“Ding ding!”
"ID card verification successful!"
...
...
With a creak, the sturdy and cold white iron door opened automatically. The shiny leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the floor, and the white laboratory coat swayed from side to side.
When he saw the familiar and young face of the person coming, Liu Yuxi covered his mouth to suppress the exclamation that was about to come out of his mouth.
Wang Zilue and Xia Wenjun crossed their arms and frowned at the same time. Their eyes flickered and their thoughts turned in a thousand circles.
"Ruan Zhi, Ruan Zhi, Ruan Zhi... I see." Lu Zhi moved his lips, whispering in a voice as thin as a mosquito, with the corners of his eyes raised.
The appearance of the visitor was almost the same as that of the excited middle-aged man. I took out the beauty camera and gave the man a ten-level beauty and skin smoothing operation. The face that appeared was exactly the same as the visitor.
"It's a clone!"
The three of them growled in unison.
Liu Yuxi, who was living in seclusion, blinked in confusion: "What? Shouldn't it be a son?"
Hearing this, Wang Zile's eyes were filled with contempt and ridicule.
The slender silver nameplate hanging on his chest flashed under the light, allowing the slightly nearsighted Lu Zhi to squint and see the ant-sized black words on it clearly -
24 years old!
"How can he be only 24 years old!" Even Liu Yuxi couldn't help but be shocked. "I found out that the dean is at least 60 years old!"
As he spoke, he did not forget to wink at Lu Zhi and made the number 6 with his fingers in front of her eyes.
Lu Zhi did not comment on this.
The person who created the three generations of Ares can be regarded as one person. At present, Ruan Zhi is the father, and the other two are cloned organisms.
How can we use cloning technology to create a younger life form?
Lu Zhi felt that there were probably other experiments involved, and relying solely on cloning technology to achieve the rejuvenation of living organisms might not be enough.
"Doctor! We succeeded!" The middle-aged man with the famous brand Nguyen Chi stood beside Nguyen Chi, his hands shaking, "He must be the most perfect container in the world!"
Ruan Zhi smiled and nodded, then stood in front of the operating table with a calm expression, surrounded by the experimenters.
A large pool of black blood and tiny pieces of flesh flowed down from the operating table. The bloody pieces of flesh were covered in a glass ball, and their slender tentacles stood up tremblingly.
The skin and flesh were eaten, and the thing inside moved its tentacles and drilled out.
The film was covered with half-coagulated blood, the completely black insect abdomen was shaking, and the wings that were stuck together opened "swish", scattering black and purple fine shiny flakes in the air as the wings flapped.
The sequins fell on the gray skin and quickly melted into the flesh under the astonished gazes of the four people.
The piece of meat was visibly red and tender, as if it had just been cut from a living organism. It was magical and strange.
"His messenger has sent down an oracle! The ability to regenerate flesh and blood!" One of them stared into the glass ball with burning eyes, breathing rapidly, "Ares, the god of war in Greek mythology will also be created by us!"
Ruan Zhi stretched out his finger and gently touched the glass ball.
A satisfied grin appeared on his handsome face. He poked the glass ball with his fingertips, and the black butterfly lying on the glass ball flapped its wings, turned around and landed on his fingertips.
If we ignore the bloody man with his stomach ripped open under the glass ball, perhaps this scene would be quite beautiful if it happened in an idol drama.
The glass ball was placed in the belly of the bloody man lying naked on the operating table.
It was a man. Under the high-intensity light, his hideous expression of fear and pain was frozen, and his twisted face was splattered with his blood.
The lifeless pupils shrank into needle shapes, with too much white in the eyes, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.
His limbs were tied to the operating table, his wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from the violent struggle, and the restraints were deeply embedded in his flesh.
His body was riddled with holes, bloody and innumerable. Liu Yuxi felt as if his scalp was about to explode, his hair stood on end, and he suffered from trypophobia.
"Look," Ruan Zhi stared in shock and fascination, "It's such a cute messenger!"
"Now that we have successfully lured out the messenger sent by God, who is willing to become a subject of the New Species Project I?"
Rubbing his fingertips as if stroking a black butterfly, Ruan Zhi narrowed his eyes in pleasure, his voice low and hoarse, full of temptation and bewitching.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a huge rock hitting a lake, stirring up waves and water droplets on the upper layer.
"For Him! I am willing to give everything I have! Even my life!"
"Supreme opportunity!"
“…”
A resounding response echoed in the room, and all the people participating in the experiment chose to bet their lives without hesitation.
Here it comes again, this kind of obsessive and irrational flattery craze. Lu Zhi thought of Dr. Li, who was killed by him in a very counterattack. Their worship of the dean is no less fanatical than this group of people.
It's comparable to a brainwashing pyramid scheme.
Looking around, taking in the expectation and obsession on their faces, Ruan Zhi's smile became even more intense, reaching deep into his eyes.
"Xiao Yang, God has chosen you."
Wherever his eyes went, there was a lot of excitement. Finally, Ruan Zhi finalized the candidate, a doctor named Yang who had a dull look in his eyes and was suffering from advanced gastric cancer.
Xiao Yang was hit by the sudden surprise. His face turned red with excitement and he could not utter a single syllable.
Knowing that he was so happy that he could hardly control himself, Ruan Zhi did not make things difficult for him. He only ordered his men to prepare everything and he would build Ares himself!
…
The picture froze on Dr. Yang's bright-eyed face. The projection in front of him disappeared, and the room became deserted and silent again.
The four of them remained silent, immersed in their own world of thoughts.
Lu Zhi pinched the bridge of her nose with a slight headache. She lowered her long eyelashes, a shadow appeared in her eye sockets, and her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled, making her look a little delicate.
What happened in the cramped corridor flashed before his eyes. Lu Zhi tried hard to recall it, his eyes fixed on the portrait of the first generation of Ares.
So...it turns out that Dr. Yang is the first generation of Ares?
His eyes were filled with human grief, despair and regret. What on earth had he discovered that made a man who was intoxicated by the craze of "God" have such a sober and painful look in his eyes?
"The secret of the hospital is about to be revealed." Ignoring Liu Yuxi's fearful gaze, Xia Wenjun smiled faintly, "Let's sort out the clues. The sooner we get out, the better."
Even though he disliked Xia Wenjun, Liu Yuxi couldn't help but nod in agreement when he heard what he said. His stupid look made even Wang Zilue wonder whether this man was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
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"Ha!" Wang Ziyue sneered, "Whoever figures it out first will get his points doubled again. I won't let you pass on this benefit!"
After saying that, he immediately opened his mouth and said: "The Second Mental Hospital——"
A clear and beautiful voice interrupted him, making Wang Zile's eyes blaze with anger.
Lu Zhi ignored the noise that Wang Ziyue and Xia Wenjun were deliberately making, and spoke out his own guess without paying attention to what was happening outside:
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