Cassia endured the excitement in his heart, first picked up the sparrow's genetic template, and his mind moved, communicating the cyan light cluster and the Atlanta world.

The reason why he separated the cyan light cluster from the Atlanta world had to be traced back to the first time he came into contact with the database of the Atlantan world.

Although those countless pieces of information were presented by the cyan light cluster, he found that the cyan light cluster seemed to be just an expression tool, and the root of the data still came from the Atlanta world, so that the purpose of modifying the data to achieve the purpose of modifying the laws of the world was only the Atlanta world itself.

Although the cyan light cluster gave him the ability to explore genes, create life, and transform the world of Atlanta, it was all due to spiritual points.

What's more, outside the Atlanta World Barrier, there is an endless void within the cyan light cluster.

So Cassia made his own guess:

If you compare the three together, the cyan light cluster is like a computer, and Atlanta World is a simulation game in the computer, but this game is paid and requires in-game currency.

He is a player himself, and the computer background automatically recharges him with game currency (spirit points) and turns on modifiers (such as flying, such as light film, such as modifying the database).

He then uses in-game currency and modifiers to play the game, to the point of earning achievements (Atlanta World activity increases).

After the computer detects that he has obtained the achievement, it will continue to recharge him with in-game currency (spirit points) and open more modifier permissions.

Of course, comparing the activity of the world to an achievement is a relatively one-sided idea of Cassia, and he once imagined that the Atlantic world was a semi-automatic machine, the active device was equivalent to lubricating oil, and the parts were flexible, and he had less effort (spirit points).

However, the above two speculations were just reasons for Cassia to give himself, and the appearance of the cyan light allowed him to avoid dying of cancer, but he didn't know anything about it.

But if you want to do something here, you always have to find some psychological comfort for yourself.

As for the initial spiritual point, Cassia can only be glad that the cyan light cluster appeared in his stomach, if it appears in his brain, he can't open his skull and pass pure oxygen into it, right?

At this time, under the communication of Cassia Ming, the gene light cluster emitted a fluctuation, and the shimmering information flow spread into the glass room, and under the mobilization of Cassia Ming, countless elements began to transform and gather to form suitable atoms.

The atoms are then aggregated into molecules, and finally the information in the information flow gradually condenses into entities.

Feeling the consumption of spirit points, Cassia silently calculated in his heart, a sparrow teleported in according to the original consumption and used a unit, but if it is created directly here, the consumption will be a little smaller.

This is also a point that Cassia did not understand, why the consumption of dead things is less when they are teleported in, but the consumption of living things created in them is less.

Could it be that the Atlantic world is deliberately rejecting outside creatures and coming in as a living being?

However, when 0.5 units were consumed, Cassia felt that the gathering had stopped, as if he was hindered by something, but he still understood the reason for the effort, and then increased the investment of spirit points.

Five minutes later, after another 0.5 units had been consumed, a blinding light flashed through the glass room, and the flow of information vanished.

"Snap ......" a cloud of dark red flesh fell to the ground in Cassia Gaze's gaze.

Cassia glared, swallowed his saliva, reached out and beckoned the cloth handle in the corner, and walked into the glass room.

He first poked the lump of flesh with the cloth handle, and when he saw that there was no reaction, he manipulated it to float in front of him.

Above, Cassia didn't feel the breath of life, just a mass of flesh that didn't mean anything.

"Is it a failure? What is this? Can I rely on this to do a meat business outside?" Cassia said to himself, staring at the meat ball.

That's when he realized that he seemed to have to buy a lot more things, such as a microscope now.

Although the situation is not optimistic, Cassia's mentality has not been hit, after all, he has no bottom in his own heart about the design of this experiment.

He placed half a fist-sized lump of flesh in a glass jar on the stone table, which he had originally used as salt in his house, and now he had used it as a test device.

After cleaning up the remnants on the floor of the glass house, Cassia regrouped, and was ready to start experimenting with the genetic template of the cicada.

The process is much the same, and the elements begin to coalesce the entity according to the guidance of the information flow under his mobilization.

After consuming another 0.6 units, the light and information flow disappeared, and a new life appeared in the glass room.

As an adult, the cicada flapped its wings and landed on the wall as soon as it was suspended in the air.

If you ignore the size, in terms of appearance and behavior, this cicada is no different from ordinary cicadas, but Cassia still has goosebumps, after all, he has never seen a cicada the size of a draft beer cup.

This was different from the first time he saw the sickle, and the psychological feeling of a human-sized bug and a cup-sized bug was different.

"Did it work? Is it because it's all insects?"

After enduring the discomfort, Cassia began to get excited in his heart, and he couldn't wait to go in and observe.

"That's it? It seems that the experiment is going very fast. ”

Cassia rubbed his hands, first used a light film to cover the cicada on the wall, and then walked into the glass room and began to study it up close.

According to the blue book, Cassia combed the external characteristics of the cicada little by little, and all of them were the same except for the body shape.

Then he withdrew, removed the light film, and began to tease the poor fellow.

In the glass room, under the constant interference of cassia, the cup-sized cicadas kept flying inside, and he recorded various data such as flight and movement outside.

After a while, Cassia felt that it was almost over, and wanted to see if there was any change in how it ate.

However, just as Cassia turned around, there was another click, and the cicada in the glass room fluttered twice in the air and fell straight to the ground.

Cassia turned his head in shock, a little stunned for a moment.

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In the bedroom, Cassia on the bed opened his eyes, revealing a tired look.

He has been in the Atlanta world for half a month, and although he has slept and rested in it, he can't stop his tiredness.

For half a month, Cassia spent time on the third floor doing experiments whenever he had free time, and because of his previous experience, he selected the genes of the same species as materials and replaced the bases.

But without exception, most of them only lived for a few minutes, not to mention cross-species, and the meat ball in him was almost impossible to put down.

Later, he couldn't bear it anymore, and tried to transplant the entire gene fragment directly without replacing the base, this time there was not even a lump of flesh, only a lump of lifeless 'meat slime'.

In the end, there was really no choice, so Cassia had to temporarily stop the experiment, adjust the time flow rate to 1:1, and return to the real world.

He was going to think about it again, and try to see if there was any other way to achieve his goal, or the possibility of stealing chickens.

Yes, he never gave up the path of stealing chickens.

Another thing is that in two days, Zixuan will come back from abroad to see him, and he also plans to relax and change his mind.

Time passed quickly, and Cassia still didn't find any ideas for two days, which was due to his limited knowledge and the fact that genetics were also a big problem in the real world.

Knowing that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, he simply let go of these things, and some friends came from afar, so he had fun first.

In the morning, Zixuan called him and said that the flight would arrive in the evening, and he should be able to arrive at his house a little later.

So Cassia started to pack up and prepare from noon, and then bought vegetables in the afternoon, and finally drove out a table of passable meals before Zixuan arrived.

At about seven o'clock, Zixuan knocked on his door with something, and the two looked at each other without saying a word, a hug was enough to replace many words.

"Come on, come on, sit, I've been busy all afternoon for you, don't drink today, let's take a drink." ”

"Okay, listen to you, after all, I'm recovering from a serious illness, by the way, those two boxes are nutritional products I bought from abroad, you have nothing to drink more, it's good." Zixuan pushed his glasses and said with a smile.

Cassia looked at his elementary, junior high and high school classmates, and was a little speechless for a while.

Zixuan has studied better than him since he was a child, and his family conditions are also good, he was admitted to a foreign university after high school, and he devoted himself to his studies, but now he can come back to see him from afar, and Cassia is really happy in his heart.

Then the two began to chat over the meal, especially the experiences of these years and the interesting stories of the past, even if there was no wine, it did not affect the two of them in the slightest.

However, when the two talked about Zixuan's studies, an idea suddenly popped up in Cassia's heart, he took a bite of food, and asked as if he didn't care:

"Zixuan, you say...... Is it possible for genetic fragments from animals to be transplanted into humans?"

"No way. Zixuan said categorically, but hesitated a little: "At least not now." ”

"Is it a problem with the translation?"

"Part of the reason is that the main reason is rejection and not knowing which gene controls which manifestation shape, what's the matter?

Cassia knocked the plate with chopsticks: "Hey, hey, let's make it clear, I call it the integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine, just ask casually, you said that if you figure out the relationship between genes and traits and solve the problem of rejection, can you do it?"

“...... I don't know, you have to know that in the gene pool of a eukaryotic species, the real genetic information, that is, the fragments that can be translated and transcribed, only account for a part, and the remaining part of the population does not know what to do at all, but it may be related to regulation, but this involves some epigenetics ......"

Hearing this, Cassia suddenly frowned: "Don't transcribe DNA?"

"yes, you won't forget it, will you?"

"It seems a little confused, let's have a drink. ”

Cassia gave a disguised laugh and raised his glass to take a drink, while secretly scolding himself for not noticing the details on the genetic template.