Adaptogens never know their future destiny. But one thing will not change: all the selected adaptors will get a good dinner. That is by no means a simple combination of yellow rice and stinky salted turtle fish in Wu Song's Cangzhou cell in "Water Margin". Any adaptologist can ask for their favorite recipe ———— any kind of meat, any dish that can be named, a special cooking method, even expensive condiments such as truffles, etc.

The last meal, of course, should be hearty.

Synthetic nutrients are usually added to beverages for adaptors to drink. By human taste standards, it's not unpleasant: it's lightly sweet, cool, and has a hint of fruit...... These characteristics are very reminiscent of fruity sodas, or peacetime "Minute Maid Source", "XX Coconut Water", "Fanta", "Seven Ups" and the like.

Not all adaptogens are stupid and drink whatever they open. There are many smart people, especially when the outside world is chaotic and the survivors can't even eat, the food that unexpectedly appears in front of them will always make people feel suspicious. But it doesn't matter, the base side will not let go of any adaptations. If you don't want to taste the sweetness of synthetic nutrition with your mouth and tongue, then you can only let the powerful and powerful soldiers press you over, use a large syringe to extract the artificial nutrients, and inject them from any part of your body through the cooperation of metal needles.

As soon as this process is completed, you are no longer an adaptogen, but a bio-nutrition bar.

The practice of putting living people directly into the freezer for refrigeration is a conjecture without scientific basis. The correct way is to anesthetize the biological nutrition bar with gas and send it to the biological culture chamber to sleep. The rate of metabolism is reduced to a minimum, and they can stay fresh for a long time. This practice applies to the time when humans travel long distances. Of course, the so-called "interstellar immigrants" never appeared, but the deep sleep preservation method spread. Just like canned food, although it has exceeded the expiration date marked on the outer packaging by the manufacturer, even expired canned food can still be eaten, and it tastes very good.

Yin Bozhi remembers that he had eaten that sumptuous meal. He's a general, he knows the rules of the base, and he knows that he's about to become a creature bar at that time. Therefore, without resistance, he drank the synthetic biological nutrients, took a deep breath of the sweet-smelling anesthetic, and fell into a deep sleep.

Why am I here?

Yin Bozhi has never been to this place. But he understands that this is definitely not ———— storage warehouse for bio-nutrition bars.

Bio bars have different appearances and shapes. There were men, there were women, there were old people and children. The body is strong, fat and thin, and there is no same standard for beauty and ugliness. These differences occur because of the physical details of each adaptogue as it grows. This concept of "adaptation" does not come from human genes, but refers specifically to the specific growth period of different individuals.

It's like a period when different people feel particularly energetic at different stages of growth. There must be a time before and after, regardless of age, gender and other factors.

The sturdy men floating in the cultivation tank on the other side had their eyes closed. They don't seem to have woken up from their dreams yet. Yin Bozhi did not find anything like a breathing tube on his body, nor did he feel uncomfortable suffocating in the amniotic fluid. These liquids seem to be part of your body, through which you can breathe and get oxygen.

The tank is located very high, about half a meter above the ground. Yin Bozhi condescendingly looked at the busy bioengineers in the aisle outside, feeling very dazed for a while, and his heart was full of horror.

Soon, he saw a familiar face.

Yin Zhenghua walked over from the end of the side passage, stood in front of this cultivation tank, and looked at him with a faint smile.

Of course, Yin Bozhi will not forget this face.

On that day, it was Yin Zhenghua who brought himself under the base and sent him to the biological nutrition bar cultivation workshop.

Yin Bozhi saw him waving at him, and motioned for the bioengineer to put a palm-sized black box outside the cultivation tank and connect the wire. There were red and blue switches on the box, Yin Zhenghua pressed the blue button hard, and a strange-sounding sound wave suddenly drilled into Yin Bozhi's brain.

"It's a special communication device, and you can't speak, but you can hear me."

Yin Bozhi nodded in confirmation. The voice sounded strange and muffled, as if the microphone had been covered with a wet rag. The result is an irregular change of sound in different positions, like a comical soundtrack in a circus dedicated to clowns.

"Doesn't that seem strange because you're still alive?"

"You have to feel that Yin Wenhua and Yin Yi are the ones who worked together in the combat department to cross you off the list of substitutes for the biological nutrition bar. The order came down late, and you had already had your last meal by then. Luckily, they didn't inject you with hypnotic drugs. Otherwise, even if there is a pardon, it will be too late. ”

"You used to be in a high position, and it should be clear that not everyone can come in under the base. For those who don't know, they can't leave after they come down. Either use it as a special channel or really become our person. ”

Our people!

The meaning of this sentence is too broad. Yin Bozhi shook his body, wanting to show that he was not an ordinary person.

Yin Zhenghua saw his movements: "What, you want to tell me, you are a cultivator?" ”

Yin Bozhi nodded.

The expression on Yin Zhenghua's face was a little complicated. For nearly half a minute, he didn't say a word. Yin Bozhi has been paying attention to his expression. It wasn't until the end of the silence that a long sigh was heard.

"We are all cultivators, and all people with the surname "Yin" are cultivators. ”

"That's kind of part of the reason you're alive now. You know, we can be adaptogens, or we can evolve into infections through technological means. We are not ordinary human beings. In a sense, we are a kind of part. ”

Part?

Yin Bozhi's eyes widened suddenly.

"Your level is too low, and there are many things you don't know at all."

A trace of bitterness appeared on Yin Zhenghua's face: "This is a fate that we must face and accept." I'm just going to tell you a few basic things for now, and then I'll sit down and talk about it in detail when you leave the cabinet. ”

"Because of Yin Yi and Yin Wenhua's plea, you have been pardoned and given a chance to evolve beyond the rank."

"You're going to be strong, and you're going to have to pay a price."

Price?

Yin Bozhi's mind suddenly had a thought that made him feel terrified.

Is there a price to pay?

This is obviously not the first time Yin Zhenghua has dealt with such a situation. He used the voice synthesized by the mechanical device to solve Yin Bozhi's confusion: "Don't get me wrong, this is not about death. It's another price. ”

Yin Bozhi looked at him in silence. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little disgusted with the environment he was currently in———— the amniotic fluid in the culture tank was very uncomfortable, and when his fingers touched it, it would feel slippery, although it was not as thick and viscous as oil, but it made him feel extremely unrefreshing. The whole body has to be immersed in it, and even the breath has to rely on this kind of thing.

A bioengineer in a white lab coat walked up to Yin Zhenghua and handed him a metal box similar in size to a Walkman. Yin Bozhi carefully watched Yin Zhenghua's movements, and saw that he installed this box next to the previous box, plugged in the connecting pipeline, and pressed the switch...... A few seconds later, a pale blue holographic image appeared outside the incubator. It's clear, but the image is a little small, about half a meter high.

"Remember him?"

Yin Bozhi finally discovered that the strange synthesized sound was actually transmitted through a special device in the cultivation tank. But he was not interested in delving into the subject at the moment. All of Yin Bozhi's attention was focused on the small holographic portrait projection outside the cultivation tank———— Yin Zhenghua was right, I do know this guy.

A cynical face, with a hippie smile, bohemian look, and eyes that are small and narrowed into a slit, perhaps as it should have been, and not intentionally contrived. A thin body is like a premature baby born with congenital dysplasia, although the clothes cover the body and you can't see more, you can imagine the neat ribs that bulge out on the upper part of the body because you are too thin through the shoulders, legs, feet, palms, etc.

This character hologram is Yin Jianhua, the only and most important eldest grandson of the Yin family.

This is Yin Bozhi's impression of Yin Jianhua.

If Liu Tianming was present, he would definitely recognize the holographic image Yin Jianhua as the guy who killed and escaped in the Kunming City Police Station when the virus broke out. A second ancestor who can only eat, drink and have fun, and a waste who patronizes and doesn't care about anything when he escapes for his life.

Since it is the eldest grandson, then there must be a father, a grandfather, and maybe a great-grandfather, a great-great-grandfather...... and older people who are of higher seniority, but not necessarily alive.

Yin Zhenghua asked, "Have you seen the ancestor of the Yin family?" ”

What the?

The moment the voice reached his ears, Yin Bozhi clearly felt that something sleeping in his body suddenly woke up. It's like suddenly secreting up to dozens of grams of adrenaline, which stimulates all the organs in the body to run wildly at top speed. Whether it's the kidneys, which detoxify toxins, or the stomach, which is responsible for digestion, the speed of operation is exponentially increasing, which also causes muscles to become stiffer, ligaments to be relaxed to the extreme, skin to be tight, and brain thinking to become chaotic with a flood of hormones.

Through the transparent wall of the culture tank, Yin Zhenghua saw that Yin Bozhi's skin was turning red. That meant that the blood flow in his body was faster, and the blood vessels were protruding from under the skin. Densely packed, forming a shocking network.

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