Gartaman said, retracting his gaze.

He gave us a deep look and continued, "When I came into contact with the virus samples brought back by the expedition, I felt as if something had come to life in my heart!! That was my dream, my dream to fulfill—eternal life, eternal life for all mankind. If I could truly achieve the goal of immortality, then I would become the greatest scientist in all of Noblus! ”

At this, there was a glimmer of excitement in Gartaman's eyes, and even his breathing seemed to become rapid.

"And then??" I frowned slightly.

"And then? I led a group of researchers to start researching. Because you know, I'm one of the four core members of the research institute's headquarters. The top management knew that I had always been interested in the field of immortality, so it was natural that the project was entrusted to me. Gartaman smiled slightly, and a look of loneliness flashed: "We have found many terminally ill patients to volunteer to be test subjects. Most of them are poor and cannot afford to pay the high medical bills, and they themselves have no medicine. The institute promises that as long as they volunteer to be our research subjects, then at least their families will receive a considerable 'assistance fee', which is enough for his family to spend the rest of their lives without worry. ”

"Are you sure those people really volunteered??" Zhang Qiang raised his eyebrows, and looked at Galtaman suspiciously with his thiefy little eyes: "What kind of money is that, did it really call their families?" ”

Gartaman was stunned.

"It should ...... I guess so! He looked at Zhang Qiang with some embarrassment: "I don't know much about these either." Because at the headquarters of the research institute, there will be special personnel who are responsible for looking for experimental volunteers, and I am mainly responsible for research. ”

"But after a long period of research, your experiments have always stayed in the initial stage? After being injected with the virus, the test subjects become in a vegetative-like state, but they do not need to be vegetative, and must rely on the outside world to continuously deliver nutrients to them in order to keep their bodies alive. Is that right?? I looked at Gartaman and asked.

"That's right!! People who are infected with the virus, indeed, are like you say. They are unconscious, they can't speak, they can't do anything. Even if we try to use various methods to get people infected with the virus back to consciousness. However, after about three months of experimentation, this goal was not achieved. The experiment entered a bottleneck. Gartaman sighed: "Just when I was planning to report directly to my superiors that this project was not feasible and let them give up." One thing, but inadvertently became a breakthrough point in the experiment. ”

Everyone held their breath when they heard this.

Everyone is curious about what is the reason for the green stems and vines to come into contact with the virus.

I've already made my guesses, but they're just guesses.

What the truth is, we have to listen to the story of the person concerned.

"During the period when I was conducting virus research, the investigators of the scientific research institute went to various areas of Noblus to explore. This time, it's still in that mysterious tribe. Due to the rush of the last time, they did not make a careful exploration of the tribe. This time, they realized that the aborigines here seem to have always worshiped a strange-looking, even strange, god - Pula. ”

Hearing Gartaman say this, Wang Yi was stunned: "You won't say it, it's the mysterious tribe in the devouring swamp, right??" ”

"How do you know?? That's exactly what I'm talking about. Gartaman looked at Wang Yi in surprise, and then continued: "At that time, the investigators found that all the aborigines worshipped this ugly-looking and hideous-looking deity. At first, they didn't think anything was there. However, during the few days they spent living in the aboriginal homes, they found themselves sleeping next to their beds, or in the corners of their houses, with writhing, living, green stems emerging from time to time. They seem to want to crawl on top of people at any time without the living noticing. But whenever someone finds them, they quickly retract. But what is even more strange is that those aborigines seem to be very afraid of these things. Every time they encounter the green stems, they salute as if they were their own gods. The investigators felt very strange, so they took advantage of the aborigines' inattention, used special tools, secretly collected some green stems and vines, and brought them back to the headquarters of the scientific research institute. ”

"So, you're thinking of studying the virus with the green stem??" The fat otaku tilted his head to look at Galtaman, guessing.

"Nope. Because the research on the virus has entered a bottleneck period. During that time, I was in a terrible mood. So when the inspectors brought things back and handed them to me, I was always in a state of low interest. Just one glance at the thing in the glass bottle, I put it on the table. Gartaman shook his head self-deprecatingly: "It just so happened that at that time, my assistant came over. At that time, I had a sealed tube of virus samples on my desk, and a glass bottle with green stems. I felt irritated, so I asked him to take those two things away, out of sight. I don't know if it's because months of intense research have made my assistant a little tired. He took the reagent tray and when he walked out into the hallway, he knocked over the things in his hand. Suddenly, the test tube containing the virus was broken, and the glass bottle containing the green stems was also shattered. The two things came together dramatically. My assistant was probably afraid of being scolded by me, so he hurriedly reached for it. It stands to reason that he, as a senior research assistant, would not have made such a low-level mistake. But the truth is, he did. And even more coincidentally, his hand that touched the green stem was cut by the glass residue on the ground. ”

"W-That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it??" The corners of Zhang Qiang's mouth moved.

"Yes! It's all such a coincidence. Gartaman did not deny this: "Soon, this assistant of mine cleaned up the things that had been knocked on the floor. Moreover, he didn't tell me about it in the first place. However, about a week or so later, it was in this building that a major accident occurred that changed my mind. It was also because of that incident that my original research was able to continue. ”