Arlington County, Virginia.

Headquarters of the Directorate of Pre-Research of the Ministry of Defense (DARPA).

Marlow? Chaplin stood expressionlessly in front of the door of the laboratory, and the silent laser scan instantly appeared, quickly sliding past his eyes.

"The pupil iris of both eyes is correctly recognized, the identity verification is successful, and it is approved. Welcome, Chief Commissioner Marlowe? Chaplin. ”

An icy mechanical synthesizer sounds, announcing the calibration status. Then the heavy laboratory door hummed and shrank to the sides, revealing the busy interior inside. All kinds of large-scale instruments are on display, and experimenters in white coats or special protective clothing shuttle back and forth.

"Old man, I hope you have brought me some good news."

Marlowe looked at Atley, who was busy standing not far away? Hopson, and then his gaze fell on him.

It was a huge transparent container, loaded with a cold freezing system, and a tall humanoid body with a full body of **, the left arm and the small half of the shoulder were missing, and the entire chest cavity and skull were completely opened, revealing the pale and sore internal body, which had obviously been thoroughly studied.

"I've gotten a lot of useful information, but I'm not sure if it's the good news you're looking for." Atley put away the folder in his hand and waved to him to look closer. "We entered the fingerprints, iris and DNA information of this body into the database, and we did not find an exact match, and the highest approximation was only 63%, which I think is not enough to judge the identity. There are only two possibilities for this to happen - there is no information about this person in the database, or all of his personal identifiers have been tampered with. ”

He introduced Marlowe with a helpless expression: "Normally, I tend to be the first type, but as for this guy, given the facts we have seen with our own eyes, I am afraid that he is likely to belong to the second type." In other words, no matter who made it, it can easily change its own fingerprints, iris, and even DNA information. ”

Marlow? Chaplin nodded without saying a word, his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes fixed on the corpse below. It seems to be trying to see the truth from this ugly appearance.

Atley asked his assistant to hand over a folder to Marlowe, then tilted his head and motioned for him to follow him to a large screen, with a large full-section brain image to the left.

"Since I don't know my identity. Let's call it Subject A. After a thorough intracranial examination, we found some subtle residues deep within his brain, similar to some kind of blocking device, capable of affecting or destroying certain areas of the brain, affecting Subject A's ability to think normally. More specifics. Due to the complete destruction of the device, it is impossible to tell. But at least one thing we know for sure is that there are definitely traces of artificial modification. By the way, our technicians in the monitoring room have also carried out a thorough cleaning and restoration, and the center of the explosion is in the room, and the power is relatively concentrated, and it is impossible to collect any information. ”

He turned his head to look at Marlowe, with a somewhat serious look on his face, and solemnly reminded:

"Whoever did it, I'm afraid it's more complicated than we think, and the means are crisp and neat. Don't take it lightly. ”

Marlow? Chaplin sneered, obviously not surprised by such a result, but he knew the kindness of his old friend and nodded.

"You go on, I'm listening."

"Subject A's physical condition is very good, completely better than most normal people. However, this is precisely the part that surprised us - everything was still within the range of normal human values after all, and it did not correspond to the abilities displayed by the docklands that day. At first, we could hardly find the reason why he had that terrible vitality and athleticism. And most importantly, here's what. Due to the fact that Subject A is completely dead, we are unable to capture his vital signs for comparison. ”

Atley? Hopson turned his head and pointed to the DNA double helix conformation that took up most of the screen in the upper right of his head, joined by countless phosphodiester bonds. Two counterparallel polynucleotide chains are intertwined with each other, and countless colors and lights are intertwined and converged to form a double helix structure of the right hand, which is slowly rotating to show the whole picture in front of everyone, full of dynamic structural beauty, making people admire the magic of the Creator from the bottom of their hearts.

With the laser in his hand pointing at the point of light. Marlowe noticed that several of the clips, which were highlighted in different colors, had been deliberately extracted and enlarged, accompanied by detailed text and captions, making it clear that there were differences from the fragments in the comparison images.

"But after a thorough screening of his DNA samples, we finally found something odd. Compared with normal human DNA, the bases of individual sites here appear in 2 or more forms, and even some positions present an overall frameshift due to the insertion or absence of bases, although it is only a slight difference, but it is enough to determine the key. Atley stopped his movements and said his conclusion. This guy has a difference in DNA from normal humans, at least some of the hidden parts of it, which are definitely different from ordinary humans. I think it can be inferred that in the ** state, Subject A is able to rely on these special synthetic genes to produce a peculiar reaction, and in the latent state of death or hibernation, his physical characteristics are not much different from those of ordinary people. In other words, this is a special kind of state that can be switched freely! ”

Marlow? Chaplin stood beside Atley, his gaze locked on the slowly rotating double helix conformation above, and said with a contemplative expression:

"So, what are you going to do next? This guy has been beaten up, I'm afraid he can't help more. ”

"We're comparing this genome to the existing gene pool to see if we can find the source, but I have a feeling that we may not be able to get something out of it, and we don't even know how the other side did it. Moreover, it is difficult to define whether this guy is still a human or not, his genetic composition is already quite different from that of humans, but his appearance has not changed much, and it is different from those monsters that appeared in secrecy before. ”

Atley frowned in thought, clearly struggling with how to define the category of this odd thing.

"What about the comparison, we just need to know that this is not ordinary human DNA." Marlowe didn't think about it as much as he did, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes as he looked at Atley beside him. "Actually, there is one of the easiest ways to do it......"

Atley was shocked, meaning the subtext of his sentence:

"You mean ......"

"Use his DNA to cultivate a new ** and see where the weirdness is!"

Seeing that Atley understood what he meant, Marlowe nodded and said his decision without hesitation.

"I'm not sure if I can get permission from above, you know...... Now many people have settled down, but they are not as bold as they used to be. ”

Atley looked a little headache and rubbed his already frowning brow vigorously.

"Don't worry about this, I'll help you apply to the top together, and I have more ways than you to deal with those people."

Marlowe said lightly, then patted him on the shoulder, turned and began to walk out.

"Marlowe!" Atley turned to stop his old friend, looking a little hesitant, but finally asked. "I heard about Seira, are you okay?"

As an old friend for many years, his relationship with Marlowe has gone beyond ordinary comradeship, similar to confidants, and he knows Marlowe far better than others.

That strong girl, he also liked it very much, but he didn't expect to die suddenly like this.

Marlowe, who had already walked to the door, was shocked, and was silent for a long time before he spit out a few words:

"I'm fine, contact me when I have progress."

Atley? With a little worry in his eyes, Hopson watched Marlowe disappear outside the lab, sighed imperceptibly, and only resumed his work after a while.

When did such strange things emerge and loom in human society, what are they? Where did it come from? (To be continued.) )