After 10 hours of accurate analysis of Wu Xiaoyu's monkey's body, 1A7489 designed this monkey trick to maximize the excess fat on each of Wu Xiaoyu's muscles, while speeding up the digestion and absorption of meat pieces by internal organs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This allows it to be converted into energy at a faster rate.

All change needs energy, and this is a universal truth.

Most of the bodies composed of carbon-based bodies are too fragile, and the humans evolved from monkeys are even weaker, and according to the analysis of Wu Xiaoyu's memories, he is very unhappy to find that human life is even more fragile than he imagined.

Even a bullet made of iron can penetrate the body. Just due to the lack of certain gases, death can occur within ten minutes. Not to mention the kind of nuclear weapons that annihilate cities and overwhelm mountains.

1A7489 was absolutely not afraid, he was really not afraid at all, although when he thought about this, his brainwave fluctuations were always a little unstable.

Hell, why would these natives study weapons against their own kind to such an efficient and dangerous level?

These idiots!

This idiot! This damn monkey eats slower and slower, oh, he thought I couldn't see him secretly wiping his mouth? Spit it out and swallow it again? Did he think he could really find something that could be called IQ in the disgusting stuff flowing in his head?

"Parasite!"

Wu Xiaoyu immediately stood up, threw the bones back into the pressure cooker, and splashed a few drops of soup in the only one-third of the meat was left.

"Remember the next move, if you don't want to be more painful each time than the last."

Wu Xiaoyu nodded with difficulty, and glanced at the monkey in the mirror with puffy eyes, pale face, and messy hair. Then he lost control of his whole body again, deeply immersed in pain and unable to extricate himself.

Aside from the pain he was trying so hard to avoid, he had no idea that with each of these movements, he would be a little further away from the realm of pure human beings.

Burning a lot of fat and freshly digested pieces of meat in a very short period of time, Wu Xiaoyu consumes oxygen with the efficiency of a car engine, expelling carbon dioxide and various exhaust gases, which is why the wind in the room and the exposed skin seem to burn.

The energy produced by these uses is very complex and has a wide range of effects, extracting trace elements from the air, shaping new ways of making up skin cells, and changing the elasticity and toughness of muscle fibers...... And so on and so forth.

Of course, there is no such thing as a wasteful energy function of drastically reducing pain sensation.

1A7489 has always believed that energy is the foundation, and it is the source of all things that cannot be overemphasized.

The parasite must master this set of movements as soon as possible, and now a full third of its energy is directly consumed to control its physical body!

This number made 1A7489 feel sorry, so he carefully let go of the suppression of some of the pain information transmission.

As for the suffering of the parasite......

Hell, whoever has time to think about that, just don't let it stupe.

1A7489 is similarly distressed.

The efficiency of the use of bioenergy by carbon-based organisms is too low and backward, and their physical composition is generally too fragile, and under the control of 1A7489, the rate of food digestion and absorption, and the rate of muscle and fat burning have reached the limit. This action of stimulating the flesh and changing the way it is constituted is only allowed to be done safely once every six hours.

At this rate, it will take a long time for the parasitic body to improve to a level of basic safety.

This means that it is really fragile at this most vulnerable moment---- it can only lift a gas canister with one hand, and only puncture the human muscles with an unpolished toothbrush---- and must put complete latent in the first place.

This will inevitably lead to a further extension of the Starship's goal achievement time.

This idiot! Once again, 1A7489 carefully released the suppression of some of the nociceptive information transmission.

After three painful tortures, Wu Xiaoyu remembered the first action, remembering that the first step was to point to the ground on tiptoe, the second step was to stretch his arms upwards as much as he could, and then the third step...... It just hurts, it hurts.

The pressure cooker was in shambles, and the heat was long gone.

Wu Xiaoyu looked at it a little distractedly, his heart was very chaotic, and he had mixed feelings, but he couldn't say what he felt.

He waited a moment, 1A7489 was probably thinking about something, and didn't give him new instructions.

He has been forced to do all kinds of inexplicable things for several hours, and now he can finally calm down and take a breath, Wu Xiaoyu stood for a while, and the cheap bones in his mixed body actually began to panic.

He took out his cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, the nicotine that he had not seen for a long time soaked into his lungs, and the tiredness rushed over him, and he slowly sat down, slowly, and lay down on the floor.

The floor is very cold, and the large white tiles may be too old, or they may have not been cleaned for a long time, and they are slightly yellowed. His eyes were wide open, and the pressure cooker with only a shallow layer of white sticky soup was left open, a clear reminder that he would never be the same.

He turned his head in disgust, unwilling to look there, but he didn't know where to look.

What should I do in the future? Wu Xiaoyu closed his eyes, his neck was not even able to support his head, and he directly let it hang on the ground, the corners of his eyes gradually moistened, and the cool feeling flowed down his cheeks to his ears.

Later? He almost sneered. Is there really anything to come after? Those ideals, those pursuits, those expectations, those things that are dreamed of, can we really still hope for them? What the hell is going on? What to do?

Wu Xiaoyu lay in a daze for a while, without receiving any orders, and the hard ground was also a little painful, so he got up and walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom was as messy as ever, Wu Xiaoyu looked around, took out the phone that had already been automatically turned off from the pillow, replaced the battery, and just turned on the phone was a series of vibrations.

A dozen missed calls and some text messages.

"Teacher Wu, you're finished, you didn't turn off the electricity, didn't close the door, didn't report and you walked, Principal Chen was very angry, and the consequences were very serious!"

"Think about how to explain it to him tomorrow, good luck."

"Haha, I'm scared, in fact, I helped you close the door, thank you sister."

"What's wrong with you? Why has it been turned off since last night? Don't be late for class in the afternoon! ”

Class? Wu Xiaoyu exited the SMS menu to see the time, 10:55, 3 hours and 35 minutes before class.

It's still early, so it's never late. The long-term habit even makes him forget his current situation.

But the next moment, his hand reaching for his clothes stopped.

What are you anxious about going to work?