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The whole Blue Star was boiling. The birth of a subhuman shook the world. People cheered and it was a big celebration. It was just a clever lie that the institute concealed the loss of the first subhuman from the outside world, and they created the glory of the entire scientific community. When Si Lan saw the live news, he couldn't help but scold: "Shameless! ”

"Who is this?" Left Trace came to him and pointed at the middle-aged man who was giving a speech. Sitting on the edge of Slan. Slan replied angrily, "The damn director of the institute. ”

Zuo Ji was wearing a snow-white shirt and a white coat that suited his shape, and he looked like a doll in Si Lan's eyes. Merry was so happy to dress him that Zuoji soon had a wardrobe of her own. Si Lan looked at the left trace sitting there, and his irritability was swept away. He was glad he had saved the subhuman. Slan felt that this was the most perfect and correct thing he had ever done in his life. He believed that none of the sub-humans who had been modified in their genetic chains would have mastered a completely unfamiliar language in just three months, created their own territory of thought from that rusty science and technology in only two months, and solved the problem of repairing their unfinished bodies in the seventh month of their rebirth with a speed and ability that amazed him, a doctor who had studied subhumans for more than a hundred years. He repaired his body to near-perfection, close to the limits of a subhuman, but he never tried to change any of his genetic strands.

"Slan, I want a gadget." He said to Slan.

"Can I help?"

"Maybe I have to need your help." In the past, Zuo Ji rarely needed help from others, but this is no longer the case. He found himself like an ordinary student, no different from others. He had to work extra hard to catch up with his "classmates" who were doing well. "I wanted to have a tool that would allow me to breathe normally in an ordinary atmospheric environment."

"You want a gas converter?"

"Yes," Zuo Ji nodded, "the atmosphere here is more than 50 percent nitrogen, 35 percent carbon dioxide, 9 percent oxygen, and 6 percent other gases. I can use carbon dioxide to get oxygen, but I have to have a fully automated reactor that is convenient enough. "It's a harsh condition, but it's not that difficult in Silan's eyes. He nodded quickly, as if he had imagined bathing in sunlight and fresh air with Zuoji.

Zuo Ji was about to say thank you, when the man on the screen suddenly changed into a three-dimensional three-dimensional image. The three three-dimensional women standing next to him stretched out their hands and said, "This is the first 'prince' we have gotten. The image began to spin in all directions, showing the sub-human lying there naked, without any breathing apparatus.

According to the director of the Institute of Lifting, this charming elf is 1.912 meters tall, weighs 71.45 kilograms, is 32 years old, is of white race, has beautiful blonde hair and a sea-blue iris......" Zuo Ji jumped up almost immediately, staring at the image without blinking, with a cold anger on his face. That gesture, without leaving a trace of **, has to be displayed in the TV, as if he is just an object or a lower animal! Zuo Ji's chest rose and fell slightly, he knew that if Bang Yi and Si Lan hadn't stolen him at that time, I am afraid that the one who appeared on TV now would be himself! Maybe it will be more embarrassing than the people on the screen, and all the values of the body, **, will be exposed to these aliens all over the world for them to discuss!

Even though he knew that the question was not so ingenious, Slan still asked, "Do you know each other?" ”

"Of course I do!" Zuo Ji's reply was full of gunpowder, he was too familiar with that face, even if the nose seemed to be a little different from the original, he could still recognize his best partner at the first time, "He is so much lighter......" The guy who had always been proud of his height and toned body turned out to be like this, and under the sub-human background on the side, he actually looked extremely petite.

"There's no way." Si Lan was a little helpless, with a slight anger, sympathy, and a hint of happiness in his tone, "The body of subhumans is too fragile, and a large proportion of those who are lucky enough to be successfully restored by us also die due to imbalance in tissue metabolism. "Left Trace knows this. When he first got and read his data, he weighed only 45 kilograms, which was a serious shrinkage. But he was undoubtedly lucky, he understood his body, and he gradually learned about the technology of this era. He got himself right. Left glanced at Slan, and sat down beside him again.

"His name is Lawrence, and he used to be my best friend – I don't know if he'll remember me when he wakes up. We graduated from the same university, and after I got my doctorate, I got my professorship before him, and then I bowed to the same supervisor," Zuo Ji paused, "He is very smart, hearty and generous, and he is a heartthrob...... Then I went with him to the International Academy of Sciences, which is where you found a lot of subhuman genes. We predicted that disaster was coming, but we had no ability to stop it. That place is home to most of the world's genes, so when destruction strikes, the Research Tower freezes us in an instant through a preset system. The body, the cells, the DNA, and the mind. I didn't expect that one day I would actually be resurrected. He shook his head. Slan looked at him motionlessly. For months, they both digested each other's knowledge at a rapid pace and grew at the same time. They talked a lot, and Slan even learned a lot of subhuman language. It's just that there are too many sub-human languages, and he can only rely on chips to learn a sentence or two from time to time. He didn't understand how a sub-human's brain could fit so much in it! In this amazement, he understood that the world of sub-humans was not simpler than theirs, and even more prosperous. And that research tower, the left trace is mentioned for the first time. The design of the research tower, apparently, was beyond the level of research they had at the time!

"That's right, where was once known as a fortress that aliens couldn't get into." Zuo Ji is a little nostalgic, but there is a little self-deprecation.

"Who designed it?" Slan asked with interest, "Is it in the resurrected man?" ”

Zuo Ji raised his eyes to look at him, and slowly spat out a word: "I-"

The three-dimensional woman began to say again: "It has been revealed that this is the first sub-human named 'Justly', and it will be completely awakened in three days, and we will keep you updated on the latest developments......"

With a "snap", the image disappeared, and Si Lan poured a bottle of wine on the table with some resentment. Ethanol production is not difficult. In this era of high technological development, Zuoji can easily drink precisely blended vodka. However, unlike Silan, his body is not suitable for alcohol at all, and the slightest bit of alcohol can make him drunk. However, Silan drinks high-purity ethanol as a drink.

"Let's talk about the gas converter again......"

Zuo Ji was about to elaborate, when Kane suddenly shouted: "It's time to eat!" My beautiful prince and high-spirited Highness! Zuo Ji twitched his eyebrows, and Si Lan smiled at his little expression.

The so-called eating, in fact, is just feeding nutrients into the body. Positive humans only need such a needle to maintain physical fitness, but subhumans do not have such good physical conditions. Glucose is injected into the stomach to deliver protein, vitamins, minerals and other nutrients. Although he is very rational, he also averses eating nutritional tablets that have no taste at all. So the attentive Silan opened up a vegetable garden for him in the laboratory, and introduced precious green plants for him to use as food. When he did this, everyone thought he was crazy. Although subhumans have a relatively small nutrient intake, their utilization rate is low, which means that they must prepare more nutrients than they actually need. When Slan made the offer, everyone thought he was joking, but it turned out that they had completely underestimated how much Slan doted on Zuoji. When Si Lan began to work "without hesitation", no one complained, and everyone cherished Zuo Qi and was willing to fulfill the harsh conditions to protect him.

The former laboratory is now a dining table, and when Zuoji tells these people about the food culture of the world of human beings, who have no concept of food at all, no one believes his words. But Zuo Ji still made the first pot of vegetables in the laboratory - although it was just fried vegetables, it surprised these righteous humans who "don't eat the fireworks of the world". Zuo Ji is a scientist whose emotional intelligence is not very developed, and his life ability is not very strong, so he uses almost the seriousness of doing experiments to "accurately" "fry" a bowl of dishes. Thanks to Merry's talent for this, she soon surpassed Zuo Ji to become a chef. In fact, women always seem to have a miraculous talent for it.

Slan said Zuoji's thoughts at the dinner table, and everyone actively participated. In fact, they were already thinking about it. If Zuoji wants to live in the real atmosphere, he must solve the problem of breathing.

"Left is not like those subhumans who have been transformed. Their respiratory systems have adapted to a variety of gases, and their body composition is very different from that of true subhumans, although their appearance does not appear to have changed much. Kane said as he opened the bottle. Zuo Ji suddenly thought of Lawrence's slightly strange nose in the image, and immediately frowned uncomfortably.

"Where's Bangyi?" When the left trace opened his mouth, he looked around by the way. Before anyone could answer, Bang Yi's voice was already ringing from behind him, "I have to tell you bad news," Bang Yi stepped in from outside, pulled out a chair and sat down, "and they began to secretly track down Zuo's whereabouts." ”

"What?!" Merry jumped.

"Yes, not only the military, but also various organizations will join in. Left on the black market, 150 billion Noah coins have been auctioned......"

"Didn't you say that the news has been sealed?" Zuo Ji asked in surprise, he was extremely surprised by his exaggerated worth.

"That's just that for ordinary citizens, underground organizations and research institutes are almost the same. What they love to do most is the high-priced products of the inverted research institute, like organs or something, and now they have become subhumans. ”

"Oh my God!" Mei Li exclaimed, "We can't wait any longer, we have to arrange at least twenty retreats!" ”

"Don't worry, Merry," Bang Yi pressed her down, "while the left is dangerous, the other subhumans are even more dangerous. There are many people who believe that Zuo is dead, after all, subhumans are too fragile and Zuo's whereabouts are unknown. But there are hundreds of more obvious targets, so their situation is much worse. Did you watch the news? The price of the newly 'awakened' Yusley on the black market is more than four times that of the left. ”

Merry was still not very relieved, and her brow furrowed as she sat down.

"That's right," said Slan, "we've been able to figure out a gas converter in the least amount of time. Whether or not we move to the left will be the most critical part of whether we can avoid danger. ”

Zuo Ji looked at them, and a feeling suddenly rose in his heart that he had never felt before, as if a ray of sunshine suddenly appeared on a sunny day that had not been let go for a long time, and his whole heart warmed.

He came into this world alone, and he was the first subhuman to be revived. Without any knowledge, without any mental preparation, or even without any race of his kind, he was resurrected in this world alone. He didn't know what kind of people Si Lan and the others were. He was passively stolen out and passively joined the group. For a long time, he couldn't be sure if the dream he was in was or not, and even if it wasn't a dream, he couldn't be sure if what he was doing was constantly pushing him deeper into danger.

He had the same dream every night for months. The day I dreamed of my death, a huge light shrouded the last seat belt in the land. The flames spread like the dance of death at the ends of the earth.

It wasn't until this moment that he made up his mind.