Buddha has an invisible sewer -- in fact, the more efficient surface than the sewer is a high-efficiency pumping machine -- and the liquid in the glass jar is also rapidly decreasing with the naked eye. It's just less than half a minute. The entire glass jar has been drained of liquid. It's as if there has always been such a chilling liquid in the whole glass jar. Only the bright red bloodbead-like liquid remaining on the wall of the glass jar was slowly sliding down the wall of the glass jar. It then converges into streams of red water; It's like flowing blood.

It wasn't until this time that Zhang Lan saw it clearly. It's the same as in Resident Evil. It turns out that this guy still has an oxygen tube in it. Before that, the guy relied on such an oxygen supply tube to maintain his breathing. But how did this guy not be affected when he was replacing the cells? Zhang Lan couldn't figure it out.

I'm confused. It suddenly occurred to me that this experiment was now a cell-level exchange. Such a tiny thing. The human body does not know every day that few cells are going to die. No, I don't think so. This level of exchange. How can it affect normal breathing? Shook his head funny: I really am. I lost the first place in every exam. It seems that I have to take a good look at the biology textbook.

When I was thinking wildly. At this moment, the beggar who had been in a coma in the glass jar also woke up at this moment. Confused. Look at yourself inside a strange glassware. Hurriedly wiped the red water droplets on the glass jar with his hands. With a frightened and confused face, he looked out through the wall of the glass jar.

Look at the way this guy looks. This guy is clearly confused by what he sees. I don't understand why I am still sleeping under the eaves of the Galaxy Commercial Building. How did you get here all of a sudden?

Looking through the glass jar still stained with bright red water, he looked at the few people standing outside. Look at your bare body again. The beggar who became clean suddenly subconsciously covered his dick with his hand. The color of a face also instantly changed to a bright red blood bead on the glass jar - this guy didn't realize it at the moment. I already have legs. And at the moment, I'm on the side of this ghost who doesn't know what to do.

This guy is so shy! Seeing this guy's action, Lan couldn't help but smile. It's funny, and I feel a little more relieved in my heart: there is also a guy of shame. No matter how bad it is, it can't get any worse. The idea that this guy would take revenge on society now seems redundant. Think about it too. As the saying goes, "Thirty and forty are not confused." Fifty knows the destiny of heaven. "This guy has reached the age of knowing his fate. What else is there that makes you can't open up to the eye?

At this time, it is better for Xiao Chenxi and a little girl to avoid it, although in their opinion, this is really nothing. I don't think this guy is much better than a slick pig.

That's not necessarily what our experimenter thought: it's always embarrassing for a big man to be stared at by a few beautiful women with beautiful flowers and moons. In particular, this man is a relatively traditional Chinese man.

"Wait a minute, you need to take a shower." Several clansmen in Xiao Chen's white and big masks in the research center said to this guy

The voice did not fall. At a time when the beggar was still wondering why he could hear so clearly. Rinse down a shower of hot water from the top of the glass jar. Will this be the original **. But there were still beads of blood hanging from top to bottom, and the guy rushed from head to toe.

The whole glass jar was steaming hot. It's like a steamed steamed bun pot that has just been uncovered. It's just that what makes Zhang Lan curious. Although the inside of the glass jar is steaming. But there was not a trace of mist on the inner wall of the glass jar: this glass jar is a good thing*!

"This glass is bulletproof and bulletproof. It is made of bulletproof glass with rigid strength. It can withstand the degree and pressure generated by a 762 mm ordinary rifle bullet fired within 10 meters; And the inner wall is lined with an anti-fog coating. Looking at Zhang Lan's face with curiosity. A clansman from a little morning light next to him explained to Zhang Lan. "Bulletproof glass was used as the material for this medium. Mainly to prevent the people inside from being strengthened. I can't control my power for a while, and I think about breaking the culture medium. In addition, it can also prevent some uncontrolled situations from happening. ”

I see. Zhang Lan nodded: This is thoughtful enough. As for what exactly this guy is talking about by "uncontrolled situations". , I also know very well in my heart: any experiment is dangerous. Who can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the test products at that time?

"This. Ask. What's going on? "Wait until this guy is completely packed. When he sat opposite Zhang Lan in clothes similar to a hospital gown. This guy asked Zhang Lan tremblingly.

of out. This guy is scared right now. His eyes are constantly dodging. He looked directly at himself. A sigh in my heart: This is probably the psychological sequelae of perennial disability and begging. No legs. has been ridiculed all year round. So much so that he unconsciously felt in his heart that he was a little shorter than others.

"Didn't you notice anything like you?" Neither does Zhang Lan. Looking at him with a smile. Waiting for this guy to find out the changes in himself on his own.

A different party? Zhang Lan's words obviously made this guy very confused. also began to divert this guy's attention: what is different about himself? Take a good look at yourself. In addition to wearing a dress on his body, he has hardly worn such clean clothes in the past few years, and his body has been washed clean, and there is no smell that people can avoid. Well. Reach out and touch your hair. It seems that my hair is no longer uncomfortable for me to itch. Well? Want your hair to be a lot shorter?

If I'm not mistaken. Your hair should be about shoulder to shoulder. Why do you think it's just the kind of small inch that you can see everywhere on the street? When did his dirty, long, and messy hair become what it is now?

Wait a minute. Is this still yourself? Looking at his delicate complexion, his hands that are not scarred at all but look absolutely powerful. The beggar looked shocked and confused in disbelief: his hands were covered with cuts, his gray-black skin looked like decades old locust bark, his nails were all black mud, and the hands that had fallen in winter were not yet healed. How did it get to be the way it is? Now what's going on? ,

"Ahh This is the mirror. See for yourself? "Look at the guy with a confused look. Zhang Lan was also in no hurry to explain to this guy what had happened to him. Just hand over a mirror that wasn't too big, but definitely not. Let this guy take a good look at his face: wait until he can see the changes in himself. This might make it easier for the guy to get a complete picture of himself.

Look at yourself in the mirror. The family was once again shocked by what they saw, speechless. The whole person looked at himself in the mirror in a daze. I couldn't help but touch my face with my hand: I didn't see myself on this water. a hair that is more messy than thatch and a pigsty, and even a bird does not intend to nest on it; The folds on the face definitely catch up with the ditch in the rural hometown.

The color of the face is similar to the color of the ditch, too. But now. On the head is a small board with neat edges and corners. Hair stands on end. The whole person also looks much more energetic; Not only is there no fold on the face. And greasy and fair-skinned. It's like the big bosses who are very well maintained. Well. It's also like myself twenty or thirty years ago. It's just that. How is this possible? Is the person in the mirror really himself? If not yourself. So why is the person in the mirror doing the same thing as himself?

"Click". The poor mirror fell from the middle-aged beggar's hand. Turned into pieces.

This mirror is 10 bucks! Zhang Lan sighed: Okay. The guy let go. I don't have 10 yuan for myself.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? The beggar trembled his hands. At the same time as ecstasy in my heart - after all, no one minds that they look better. It's also a human instinct. At this point. It doesn't seem to distinguish much between men and women -- but without knowing what's going on. This guy is also caught by himself: what the hell is going on? What happened to me? What have these people done to themselves? Trembling asked Zhang Lan. "What the hell is going on? Am I still me? ”

"Didn't you notice the biggest difference between you and before?" Zhang Lan shook her head gently. Didn't answer the guy's question. Instead, he asked rhetorically. "You're not you. Can you still be me? ”

Although the question this guy asks is funny. Zhang Lan didn't mean to laugh: think about it. I can also understand the current state of mind of this guy.

"The biggest one? The biggest difference? The beggar muttered. The biggest one? In addition to the current self, I inexplicably came to this seemingly inexplicable party. I don't know what happened to me, something inexplicable made me look like I was back to what I was twenty or thirty years ago. Is there any difference?

This guy is really aware and conscious. I haven't found any difference until now! Zhang Lan didn't shake his head again: It seems that he didn't remind him. "How did you get to me?"