Under pressure from all sides, Joan. Major General John and Professor Smith finally decided to speed up the process of studying the body of the trapped bush leaves.

According to the original procedure set by Professor Smith, the first thing to do is to realize where the limit of the survivability of the clumps of leaves is in the case of only air. Next, the limits of the physical blows to which their bodies can withstand are tested. Finally, the anatomical study of their body organs is carried out one by one.

Trapped in an iron cage, Congye has not eaten or drunk for seven months. Cong Ye in meditation with his eyes closed, his body and mind completely sank into the cultivation of the Void Exercises, not to mention that Yan Chengcheng, who was far away in China, had already given birth to a son and a daughter for him, but he didn't know how long it had been.

In the observation room a kilometer underground, images of the clumps of leaves captured by the Guò thermal imager show that the physiology of the clumps is very normal, except that the rate of their metabolism has been reduced to a minimum, even slower than that of brown bears during hibernation.

It's just that Professor Smith has always been puzzled by the fact that Congye has never shown signs of breathing, so how does he maintain the renewal and metabolism of cells in the body? Metabolism can not require oxygen, but the growth of cells, in Professor Smith's cognition, is absolutely inseparable from oxygen. Joan. Maj. Gen. John also asked Professor Smith more than once about the matter:

"Can you be sure that the leaf hasn't breathed in the last seven months?"

"I must have never breathed through my mouth and nose, and if I did, the thermal imager would have been able to capture traces of the hot air exhaled from my mouth and nose."

Indeed, this bit of common sense Joan. John also knew. No matter how you look at it, you don't find any trace of thermal air currents captured by the thermal imager at the mouth and nose of the clump leaves. Not only did the thermal imager not capture it, but the analysis of the air flow in the cage did not find the slightest sign of air flow at the mouth and nose of the bush leaves. Instead, it surrounds the body of the clump leaves, forming a cocoon-like air hood covered with tiny air vortices.

What's going on with this faint whirlpool?

This question has been bothering Professor Smith for a long time. The clump leaves do not breathe, so how do you get oxygen in the air to serve the growth and renewal of cells in the body? Could it be that these faint air vortices are still in the whirlpool?

Professor Smith analyzed and analyzed, and he was sure that the clump leaves do not breathe through the mouth and nose, which certainly does not mean that he does not breathe, that is, the renewal and growth of the cells in the clump leaves must need oxygen. In other words, there must be other channels for active oxygen in the clumps. What is it, the skin, the pores, or the acupuncture points?

At the thought of the word "acupuncture point", Professor Smith felt that he might have touched the edge.

In order to study Qigong and the body of Cong Ye, Professor Smith has spent a lot of time and energy studying the ancient knowledge of Chinese medicine in the East.

It's just that now he can't give him enough time to continue to observe whether Cong Ye relies on the acupuncture points on his body to breathe.

Faced with constant urging from the top, Professor Smith had to order:

"Close the air passage of the cage."

This was not included in the original practical program, and he did not want to put Bush Leaf's life at risk until Smith had thoroughly studied the anomaly on Bush Leaf. Smith knew very well that once the possessor of the mysterious qigong and mysterious supernatural abilities died, then a qiē would disappear with it, and he would never have the opportunity to conduct related research.

Only now, due to the pressure of time, Smith had to take a risk and decisively ordered the closure of the air passage of the cage.

The clump of leaves sitting upright with their eyes closed was noticed the moment the air passage was closed.

"Is there really no way out but to die here?"

When the feeling of suffocation from the body became more and more intense, Cong Ye couldn't help but subconsciously think so.

Just when Cong Ye was about to give up, about to accept his fate, and prepare to kill himself, Smith and the others in the underground secret room were also very nervous, lest anything happen to Cong Ye's life. Counting the time, after closing the air passage, eight hours have passed. Although I haven't seen any movement of the clump leaf's body, the image captured by the thermal imager has changed a lot. The metabolism, which had already slowed down to its lowest speed, was accelerating as the air passage was closed for a longer period of time. After ten hours, the metabolic speed of the clump leaves has surpassed that of ordinary people, followed by the speed of an athlete, and then the speed of a sprinter running at full speed.

The entire cluster of leaves in the thermal imager has completely turned into a dark red figure.

Just when Smith sensed that Clump's life was in danger and was about to order the air passage to be reopened and the Clump Leaf transferred to the next test procedure, the unexpected happened.

"Look, the image is changing."

Colonel Mike suddenly shouted, in fact, Smith and poor. John also noticed for the first time that the images captured by the thermal imager were gradually changing from dark red to light blue and even dark blue. Moreover, the speed of transformation is very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the image has changed from 90 percent dark red to less than 20 percent dark red, and the rest of the area has become pale yellow, or dark blue.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Worried about whether there was an accident with the clump leaf's vital signs, Smith glanced at another monitor that detected the clump leaf's vital signs, and found that his vital signs were returning to normal.

"God, how did he do it?!"

Not to mention that Smith would be surprised, even the clump leaves in the cage were also puzzled.

Originally, in the fourteenth hour after the air passage was closed, Cong Ye had reached the limit of his life, and at this time, Cong Ye no longer thought about it, and had already begun to adjust to the true qi in his body to concentrate on the heart position, ready to kill himself. But at this critical juncture, Cong Ye suddenly felt that his body was in contact with the acupuncture points on the floor of the cage, and wisps of air came from them. At first, it is very small, but in less than two breaths, it is fully able to meet the needs of the body.

"What's going on?"

When Smith in the underground chamber was surprised, Cong Ye also asked secretly in his heart.

When Cong Ye got rid of distracting thoughts and concentrated his consciousness on the acupuncture points that were clinging to the steel plate on the cage floor, he slowly understood.

The air actually overflowed from the steel plate, or it was more accurate to say that it was sucked out by one's own acupuncture points. It was evident that there was a strong smell of metal in the air through the steel plates. Although he didn't breathe through his mouth or nose, the air he inhaled eventually came into contact with the taste buds on his tongue in the mouth of the bush leaves.

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