What Wu Xiaoyu did was to use all kinds of equipment that he had bought or made in the past ten days to recombine and rearrange various molecular atoms in an awkward way of "large quantities and large quantities" according to certain laws. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With the microscopic visual tweaks of the 1A7489, this is only a small part of the operation.

There are many other things that Wu Xiaoyu has done, and Wu Xiaoyu does not understand the mystery, let alone the principle.

1A7489 doesn't expect that kind of miracle to happen.

According to 1A7489's estimates, the parasite must have mastered the basics before it can begin initial contact with the current operating principles.

The so-called basic knowledge has included almost all the theories of the various disciplines that already exist on the earth. And the textbooks that are currently about to be completed can only be regarded as the foundation of the basics.

This kind of super-learning goal, which can cause the carbon base to collapse just by thinking about it in your head, doesn't seem to be anything at all in 1A7489. Because the principle of operation at this stage, as well as the operation itself, is still only at the level of "when will the water freeze and under what circumstances will it boil".

To this extent, there is a billion 800 million light-years away from building a ship, and from building a ship that meets the minimum standards for interstellar navigation.

For such a difficulty, it can only be blamed on the brains of carbon-based indigenous earthlings, and the brain stem can't stand a few stirrings.

1A7489 and Wu Xiaoyu's walking road is still far, far from the end.

Far, far, far, far, far.

The potion dripped out of the bottle, slowly flowed down the tube, and finally injected into Wu Xiaoyu's body through a needle. They are some of the less common nutritional agents on the market, and compared with glucose, they have a larger concentration, a faster effect, and greater side effects.

Naturally, these side effects could no longer have an impact on Wu Xiaoyu. In fact, according to Wu Xiaoyu's physical function and higher and higher anti-drug characteristics, the number of bottles is increasing at a rate of one every two days.

The purpose of this is naturally not to replenish a large amount of water that 1A7489 has lost in some way, but to continuously provide energy under the highest standard that Wu Xiaoyu's body can bear.

However, compared with Wu Xiaoyu's preoccupied and meticulous movements, as well as the huge consumption of 1A7489's high-speed operation and constant adjustment and change of field of view, this kind of preparation measures are obviously far from enough.

Time passed slowly, and the sound of Chinese medicine dripping into the tube in the production room was clearly audible.

I don't know how long it has been, but suddenly, Wu Xiaoyu's half-bent body suddenly stopped, and at the same time, his eyes that barely blinked finally closed.

As every day, he passed out in the production room again.

In addition to the energy necessary to maintain life, Wu Xiaoyu no longer has much energy left in his body, and 1A7489 mobilized some from it, manipulating Wu Xiaoyu's body and controlling the angle......

Let him fall backwards on his back.

In this process, several needles were torn off in mid-air, and several needles were squeezed when they landed, breaking directly in Wu Xiaoyu's body.

Of course, the shelves full of medicine bottles were treated much better than Wu Xiaoyu, they had long been fixed to the floor, and the remaining pipes were safe and sound, still working diligently, continuing to inject nutrients into Wu Xiaoyu's body.

Ten minutes later, Wu Xiaoyu opened his eyes again, and the first voice he felt was: "21 grams." ”

1 gram more than yesterday. Wu Xiaoyu thought.

It's only 1 gram more than yesterday. 1A7489 thought.

That's not an ideal number.

The growth in recent days has not been ideal.

In addition, the increase in the time for the parasite to self-control new practice movements is also not ideal.

The reasons for this undesirable state of affairs are clear to 1A7489. ---- knows better than Wu Xiaoyu himself.

Since the night he was promoted to a level 34 parasite, 1A7489 has noticed that Wu Xiaoyu's deep subconscious has begun to stop trying to memorize new practice movements. It's normal, unless there's something wrong with the head, who would try to hasten the time for greater torment to come?

can continue to maintain a fairly normal growth rate, thanks to Wu Xiaoyu's relationship with the quality of "strong".

So far, Wu Xiaoyu is still very afraid of all kinds of punishments physically, and a few words of 1A7489 can force him to work hard to do all kinds of unbelievable things; But like all previous parasites, Wu Xiaoyu has unwittingly produced the seeds of passive sabotage in his deep psychology that he didn't know.

A boredom seed that grows in size and accelerates under greater punishment.

But so what? 1A7489 excavates hundreds of the most typical, standard, and tried and tested examples of repression from the depths of its own fluctuations, and admires it carefully.

This often means that within a few days, the chosen parasite will act more actively and effortlessly, according to his wishes.

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In front of the real demon, the road is one foot high, and the magic is high, but it is not only one foot long.

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When admiring the wonderful example of 1A7489, Wu Xiaoyu had already filled the 21 grams of new substance in liquid form in a special flask.

The things that have been painstakingly made cannot be wasted at will.

Wu Xiaoyu grabbed a brush that he had made a while ago, dipped it in liquid, and applied it very carefully and evenly to the wall.

They can greatly improve the degree of solidity of the substance that has been stained. Now, one-third of the window walls have been coated back and forth, and Wu Xiaoyu doesn't know how strong they really are, and he doesn't want someone to test fire a bazooka one day.

Wu Xiaoyu didn't know that the walls would not be painted only one layer, and the bazooka was not an imaginary defensive target for 1A7489.

In short, whether it is a mechanism, a medicine, or a glue, it all comes from the concept that 1A7489 has always adhered to, "protect security first, and then talk about others".

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At the same time.

"Bang!"

In the office of the editor-in-chief of the Supernatural Science Fiction Magazine, the sound of a mouse smashing on the desktop suddenly sounded.

Compared to the previous office at the end of the building, Lindebyer's room is much larger, and the interior decoration and various office equipment have also been significantly improved.

However, what Lindbyer should be most grateful for is the surprisingly good sound insulation.

If that noise had happened before, he would have inevitably seen Kelly/Charles, and Miss Charles' face full of concern and curiosity.

Of course, Mr. Lindbyer, who was panting for breath at the moment, didn't care about that, he let go of the mouse and let it sway back and forth in mid-air, and with his free hand he tore off his tie and leaned back in his chair.

After a long time, Lindebyer finally regained his composure. He picked up the mouse and put it back on his desktop, exited the page he had just clicked haphazardly, and returned to his restless new author's submission: "Skyrim's Cage III".

"When will this kind of bad story be serialized on supernatural sci-fi?" Although he muttered such words in a mournful tone, Lindbyer knew that he had to accept the manuscript.

Yes, I had to accept this manuscript!

Not to mention the astonishing recent growth in magazine circulation as a result of it; Not to mention the close attention paid to it by the group's top management; Not to mention the enthusiastic pursuit of it by some readers who do not know the truth.

Even he, the editor-in-chief of a dark science fiction magazine who has been in the industry for more than ten years, has a vision that has long been raised by countless manuscripts, and he can't help but be attracted to those dry text descriptions while scolding.

He knew that this manuscript had to be sent.

Let alone......

Lindbyer looked up at his new, quiet office, and he didn't really care about that, he cared about the attention that the group's management deserved for the Supernatural Science Fiction Magazine.

This is what he has been working on for the last few years.

Now, his goal had been accomplished, in a way he had never thought of, in a way that he had never thought of, and who had done so reluctantly.

Lindebyer was silent until the screen protector pattern finally appeared on the display that had not changed for a long time, and he shook the mouse and pressed the "print" button.

He then removed the cap of the pen and carefully smeared it back and forth on the freshly sprayed paper.

After a long time, Lindbyer put the pen on the cap again, pressed a button on the telephone on the desk, and said, "Mr. David/Smith, please come to the office and pick up the manuscript you have been looking forward to." ”

It took David more than a dozen seconds longer than before to arrive at the editor-in-chief's office. But he can't be blamed, as the editor in charge of the "Archon", his independent office, which is directly designated by the group, is indeed a certain distance from here.

"Hello, Mr. Lindbyer/Mr. Waldcher......"

Once again, Lindbyer held out a rare hand to interrupt David, saying, "Hello, Mr. David/Smith. We don't have much time, and you'll know right away how busy you've been lately. ”

When David's gaze followed Lindebyer's finger onto the thick stack of printer paper on the table, his puzzled expression immediately changed to surprise.

At least forty pages, at least thirty thousand words. Estimating the approximate data at a glance, it is undeniable that David's professional quality is quite smart.

Although his idea is not very clever: 30,000 words can bring me at least 5,000 stars and stripes of income.

Without looking at David's excited expression, Linde Baier clicked on the author's contact mailbox and quickly typed a line of text:

"Mr. 'Archon', thank you very much for your new submission. The magazine has decided to adopt it, and the remuneration is still 5 stars per word, and I believe that you will be happy to give our magazine the right to change.

After a brief moment of silence, Lindbyer added the same postscript as last time:

"If the content of the next submission can be innovative in areas other than torture and punishment, this magazine will welcome it."

He pressed the "send" button, and a minute later, the speakers on the table made a "ding" sound.

"If the magazine is willing to help a little, then your request is not too difficult."

This demon, did he think the magazine was a domestic service center?

Lindebyer, who was used as a nanny and handyman, turned the thought viciously as he quickly typed, "Please." ”