The last experiment gave Wang Haibo a great lesson and experience, throughout the history of the development of human civilization, any great invention is from countless failures before appearing. Wang Haibo thinks that he is a person who can withstand failure, of course, he is not a rigid guy like a teacher, so he found this young man behind him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Haibo led him through the aisle between the physics and chemistry laboratories and into a brightly lit office. Wang Haibo invited him to sit down, poured a cup of coffee, and said, "From today onwards, you will be my assistant and assist me in completing this experimental project!" Wang Haibo said, placing a thick book of materials on the table in front of him.

Han Yilong put down the coffee cup, and his eyes were attracted by the three big letters on the cover of the information booklet. HGM, three bronzing flower characters, exudes a dazzling luster. Han Yilong opened the data, and a large amount of information and data were converted into electrical signals in the optic nerve through the retina and transmitted to the brain, and the brain re-presented images and words in his consciousness through integrated analysis.

"Dean, is this a human genetic modification program?"

Wang Haibo saw excitement and enthusiasm in the eyes of this young man, just like he was when he was young. Wang Haibo nodded, extinguished the boredom that had just been lit, threw it into the ashtray, opened the 376th page of the information, pointed to a sentence in the fifteenth line in the middle and said, "Look at this!"

Han Yilong's eyes focused on the position of Wang Haibo's finger, where there was a small table that recorded a series of DNA-related data such as amino acid ratio, ribose binding, and number of phosphate molecules. There is a small note at the bottom of the table that reads "Fourth batch of test subjects D098". Han Yilong glanced up at Wang Haibo, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, looking at the corridor across the patio, where another of his assistants was entering a culture room to routinely record the physical data of the test subjects in the culture tank.

Han Yilong continued to look down, and the data recorded in detail the genetic data and evolution degree of the D098 test subject at various stages, as well as speculation about the development of related abilities. Han Yilong gradually realized that these seemingly disorganized data have a very important and far-reaching significance, and he showed the progress of the human genetic modification program from a very good angle, as well as the difficulties that are about to be encountered or have been encountered, which makes Han Yilong feel excited.

It wasn't until he saw the name in the last line, as if a basin of cold water had fallen from the sky, Han Yilong couldn't help but shiver all over, accidentally bumped into the coffee table, knocked over the coffee cup, and the coffee quickly flowed on the flat table, soaking the information booklet. Han Yilong hurriedly picked up the information booklet, and the coffee dripped from the booklet and fell to the ground.

Wang Haibo, who heard the voice, turned around and waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter, "How about it?" Are you willing to make this plan?"

Han Yilong hesitated slightly, and then an excited smile bloomed on his face, "Dean, oh no, teacher, I do!"

Wang Haibo nodded with satisfaction, left the office with Han Yilong, and walked around the corridor of the patio to the door of the cultivation room he was looking at just now. Standing at the door, Wang Haibo said: "In this culture room, there is the most mature test subject of the HGM program so far, and we have used almost all the research results on him. Suffice it to say, if this test subject dies due to genetic collapse, then our 200 years of hard work will be in vain!"

Han Yilong listened carefully to every word of the teacher, and an invisible pressure hit his whole body. From that thick book, Han Yilong learned that the HGM project began two hundred years ago during the reign of Rodham the Great, and this project, which spanned a generation, has remained in the first stage of imagination until now, which makes every scientist who devotes himself to it feel very difficult. There are many problems that involve all aspects, but none of them can escape the limitation of one of the most basic and simple subjects, that is, mathematics.

From the moment of human civilization, human beings have been dealing with numbers all the time, and human beings at that time may not know anything about mathematics, but they have begun to use numbers to record their lives. Numbers laid the cornerstone of the first civilization, and as numbers participated in more and more events, these seemingly simple natural symbols immediately constituted the simplest information at that time, and then gradually preserved and accumulated as human beings gradually preserved and accumulated in the process of fighting against nature, forming something fixed in the depths of life consciousness - consciousness!

It's fair to say that numbers make up information, and information writes history!

The door slowly opened, and one of Wang's assistants walked out, startled to see the professor and a young student standing in the doorway, and the notebook in his hand almost fell to the ground. The assistant calmed down, closed the door, and handed the record book to Wang Haibo, "Professor, this is data within three hours, and all the signs of the test subject are very normal, so much so that ......"

Wang Haibo looked at his assistant and stopped, "What's the matter?"

"Professor, the test subject is so stable, I think it's a little strange!"

"Too stable?"

Wang Haibo looked at the record book in his hand and slammed open the door, "The level of amino acids and ribonucleic acid has not changed in the slightest for more than ten hours, this thing is incredible! Inject him with 50 milliliters of ATP medicine!" Wang Haibo threw the record book on the table at the door of the culture room, walked straight to the culture tank, and observed the test subject lying in the yellow culture medium through the glass window.

Han Yilong approached, and his gaze fell on that serene and resolute face, he knew this person. He is often seen on news television standing next to the Crown Prince or Empress, and he is supposed to be the captain of the Royal Guard, as if he is called Strier Moncarillo. Han Yilong's brain was running rapidly, could it be that the royal guards were also made in this underground laboratory?

"Professor, amino acid levels are rising!" said the assistant, standing in front of the instrument.

Wang Haibo involuntarily leaned his face in front of the glass window, looking intently at the test subject lying in the culture medium, he hoped to see any changes on the face of the test subject, but five minutes passed, and nothing happened. Wang Haibo straightened up, and was about to increase the amount of ATP injection again, when the surface of the culture medium fluctuated slightly. Wang Haibo put his hands on the metal shell of the cultivation talent, and his nose was almost attached to the glass window, and he could clearly smell the strange smell of the culture liquid emanating from the culture tank.

The disturbance of the culture medium quickly spread throughout the culture tank, and gradually, Strier Moncarillo, who was lying in the culture tank, began to shake rhythmically. At this time, the assistant standing in front of the instrument screamed, Wang Haibo rushed over, staring at the rapid rise of the parameters displayed on the instrument, and the constantly jumping and changing numbers clearly told Wang Haibo that the test subject was suffering from genetic collapse.

Wang Haibo slammed his fist on the metal shell of the instrument, and then sighed: "Prepare to dispose of it!"

Han Yilong frowned and never said a word. He heard the teacher say this, and then looked at the test subject in the culture tank with some regret, and then he realized that the thing in it should be just a clone. Han Yilong walked in front of the testing instrument, his eyes fell on the numbers that were still beating rapidly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said, "Decomposition coefficient?"

Han Yilong's words made Wang Haibo, who was about to leave the cultivation room, stunned and stopped, as if he remembered something. Wang Haibo turned around, looked at Han Yilong and asked, "What did you say?"

Han Yilong's brows furrowed even deeper, "Teacher, you see, in the process of these three parameters growing with each other, they seem to be in line with a certain frequency!"

Hearing Han Yilong say this, the assistant next to him immediately tapped the calculator and suddenly said, "Professor, it's true, they are all according to each other's 3.097483726583... This irrational number grows by multiples!"

Wang Haibo snatched the calculator from his assistant's hand, and looked at the number on the long display screen that he was extremely familiar with but somewhat unfamiliar, the number was like a fuse, leading to Wang Haibo's countless memories. He still vaguely remembers that this number was derived by him as a student of Golas, when he analyzed a set of equations written by his teacher, and was later introduced by Golas into his "Golasian equations" as a constant parameter, called a decomposition parameter. This parameter illustrates the orientation of organic macromolecules in organisms in the process of mutation that occurs with cell division.

Wang Haibo shifted his gaze from the calculator to Han Yilong, this student gave him too much surprise. Wang Haibo seemed to be excited as if he had found a treasure, but he didn't show it immediately, handed the calculator to the assistant, and said with a calm face: "So what?"

"Teacher, although the decomposition parameters are very inconspicuous in the Golas equations, if you bring the special solution of this equation into Clark's DNA expression equation," as he spoke, Han Yilong didn't know where to take out a pencil and a piece of white paper, and quickly calculated on it, and suddenly the only thing left in the cultivation room was the sound of breathing and the rustle of the pencil rubbing on the white paper, "You will get such an equation!" Han Yilong presented the result to Wang Haibo within half a minute, " In this equation, only one of the parameters needs to be determined, and the other two can be brought in according to the experimental data to derive the solution of the equation!"

Wang Haibo took the blank paper that had been written in half a minute, and the three parameters were circled by Han Yilong, and he was surprised to find that these three parameters were the three values displayed on the testing instrument!