I stood there in a daze, looking at a group of old men and women, and felt that everything in front of me was unreal.

The good thing is messed up, the hero didn't work out, it seems that I need to readjust my thinking.

Familiarize yourself with your own special functions first, and then wait for the opportunity to move, don't be so blindly looking for good things to do, easy to be deceived by appearances.

I found my little six and drove back the way I came.

As I passed by the noodle shop, I noticed a police car parked in front of the door, and Zhao Wei and the owner of the noodle shop were arguing about something, their expressions were very excited.

I parked the car in front of the noodle restaurant, got out of the car and said, "Boss, a bowl of noodles, a bottle of beer, and a cold dish!"

"Okay, I'll be there soon!" The owner of the noodle shop turned around and walked back, and said to Zhao Wei at the same time: "Officer Zhao, you are really joking, I reported to the police at noon, and you also came at noon." Now again, I thought I had caught those two little bastards, but it turned out that I was still out of the police, could it be that the two policemen I met at noon were fake?"

Zhao Wei's face was full of compulsion, and he muttered to himself: "Have I been here at noon, why can't I remember it at all?"

"Officer Zhao, are you here to handle the case again?" I smiled and sat down at a table in the open doorway.

"You...... Know me?" Zhao Wei was even more confused.

"Have you forgotten that at noon, you gave me a police contact card, so that I can contact you directly if I have any questions?" I smiled in my heart and looked at Zhao Wei happily.

"At noon, the police-citizen contact card?" Zhao Wei stared at me for a long time before he suddenly remembered something, and said, "I remembered, you are the one who reported the false police in the supermarket on July 6." However, it seems that we haven't seen each other since then, and I didn't give you a police contact card at that time. ”

"We met again at noon today, and you also gave it! Officer Zhao, you won't be too tired from work and hallucinate, right?"

"Hallucination, I'm hallucinating!" Zhao Wei swayed, pale, and staggered out the door.

The owner of the noodle shop still remembers me, and in order to apologize, he put an extra spoonful of meat in my noodles.

After dinner, I drove home.

After tidying up the messy room, I sat down on the couch and began to research myself.

I don't dare to experiment until I die, after all, once I succeed, I will regret it too late.

However, the cells are super regenerating, so it should be easy to test, and it has been partially verified during the day.

I first made a more than an inch long cut in my arm with a fruit knife, and then watched the cut disappear without a trace in less than two seconds.

It seems that this level of damage is already a piece of cake for super cell regeneration.

So, I gradually deepened the wound, and finally the knife actually cut the bone.

The pain did increase a bit, but it was completely bearable, like a needle prick, and it was fleeting.

The recovery was a little slower, but it didn't take more than five seconds, and everything was gone without a trace.

Some of the blood did get on the knife and even dripped onto the coffee table, and it didn't re-enter when the wound healed.

However, as if there was a conscious mind, the blood magically spread up the hilt of the knife, or down the coffee table, but whenever it touched any part of my body, it would be absorbed immediately.

No wonder I saw Xu Zhi's fresh blood flowing at the beginning, but when I went in after a while, it was as clean as if it had been washed.

It turns out that every drop of blood and every piece of flesh in my body has an independent consciousness.

It's like I'm a liquid warrior in Terminator, able to split my body into countless pieces and put them back together.

The scratch experiment is over for a while, and now I'm going to experiment with the limits of how high my body can withstand the heat.

Turning on the liquefied gas and looking at the blue flames, I took a deep breath and slowly extended my left hand.

The flames hit my right palm, and I could clearly feel the temperature rise, and I could feel the sting of being burned.

But this level of pain wasn't enough for me to retract my arms.

After more than ten seconds of "squeaky ......", I suddenly noticed that my fingers had been burned, peeled, cracked, and even squeaked and oily.

I withdrew my hand and looked at the burnt and charred surface of the back of my hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

Ten seconds later, the black layer of coke suddenly cracked, revealing new white and delicate flesh inside.

Immediately afterward, the scorched stuff seemed to melt, spreading rapidly, and entering my body in less than five seconds.

The whole palm, smooth as before, seems to have never been burned by fire.

Sure enough, you can't die in the heat!

What's next?

Cut off one of your own organs and see if you can grow it again?

However, I searched all over my body, my nose was reluctant, my eyes were reluctant, and the little brother in the crotch was even more reluctant, and I couldn't even give up a little finger.

What if it is cut off, what if it doesn't grow?

What if the regrown organ is not easy to use in its original form?

Eventually, I just looked in the mirror and cut off a strand of my hair.

The lack of a large patch of hair on my forehead made it look a little funny, but I didn't care, because the hair should have grown in a matter of seconds.

However, I waited for three minutes, and the strand of hair did not grow back.

No, isn't hair part of the cell-regenerating sequence, and the experiment failed?

Anxious, I raised my hand to touch the missing piece of hair.

Suddenly, I was stunned, because in the palm of my right hand, hundreds of hairs more than an inch long were swinging in the wind.

I was shocked, and quickly turned over the palm of my hand to take a look, and found that the hair had grown in my palm, and it was naturally connected, as if there was a handful of hair in my palm.

I was a little devastated, didn't that Xu Zhixin cut off his little finger and poked it on the back of his hand, and then naturally let the little finger disappear and regenerate in the original position?

But my hair grows directly in the palm of my hand, how can I go back?

I tried many ways to use my mind to guide and failed.

Push it up in the palm of your hand and fail.

In the end, I had no choice but to cut the hair again, hold it on my forehead, and let the hair return to its original place.

Although the hair has grown back, the roots of the hair are still tied in the palms of the hands, and there is a layer of sharp short hair on the surface, which is not only not beautiful, but also very prickly.

I had no choice but to separate the flesh and skin of my palms and pick out the hairs inside one by one.

It was a meticulous project, and it took me three hours to smooth my palms again and restore the area on my forehead.

It's past one midnight, but I'm not sleepy at all!

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