The asphalt enveloped all the buildings in the base, except for the command building, which was now dark in the workshop on the second floor of the headquarters, with only the faint light of the equipment adding some light to the room.

The movement outside seemed to make Yang Cuihua very uneasy, and on the way to cooperate with Ling Hao to correct the data, she typed and asked: [What's going on outside? 】

"It's just thunder, don't worry about it."

Ling Hao said without raising his head: "You just take care of the girl's hemoglobin fluctuation value, I am going to try to modify her nucleotides (genetic cells) now." ”

The workbench in front of him was a semi-finished product that he had assembled by hand by extracting parts from the communication room in the base, the CNC lathes of the steel factory, and so on. Why is it a semi-finished product? Because this thing was too much worse than the equipment he had originally used in the SCP Foundation laboratory, and without sophisticated equipment, Ling Hao couldn't do much.

Like the work he's doing right now.

If there is the SCP Foundation's me group regulation and other related equipment, as well as enough nano-unit energy blocks, then he can directly clone another Shen Moying's body, and then transplant Shen Moying's soul DNA to the past, so that Shen Moying can be reborn in another body, and then clone dozens of Shen Moying's body to let go of the experiment, so the research efficiency is extremely fast, but the key problem is that this kind of equipment requires extremely high-end manufacturing technology, just with the scientific and technological means of this world, It is estimated that it may be possible to develop it after another thirty or fifty years.

Of course, this premise must be that there are no moral emperors who obstruct it, otherwise this technology will not be expected to be realized when the next century comes.

So Ling Hao could only use the most primitive plan.

"No, the girl's blood cells are in an extremely active state, and although she is unconscious, these cells are not falling asleep because of her." Ling Hao took away his eyes and rubbed his sour eyes: "It doesn't matter how the blood sample is operated, but if her blood cells are transplanted into the eye in this state, it will produce a strong rejection reaction." ”

Ling Hao's eyes drooped slightly into contemplation: "As soon as I hold the eyeball and get close to her body, her blood cell activity will increase in real time, can her body sense the existence of these two eyeballs, so as to carry out an unconscious defensive response in her comatose state?" ”

"Hell, demons, firm hearts, can perceive the sensitivity of demons, this ......"

While Ling Hao was pondering, a violent earthquake suddenly occurred outside the building, and this tremor was so strong that Yang Cuihua could clearly feel it, because her microphone was shaken to the ground, and it made a loud noise.

The military base is being remodeled by black asphalt, and many buildings are razed to the ground.

Yang Cuihua: [My earpiece has fallen. 】

"It's just an earthquake, don't worry about it."

Yang Cuihua: [I seem to have heard you say this sentence just now......]

Ling Hao pretended not to hear Yang Cuihua's questioning, he pushed away the manuscript placed on the workbench, propped his hands on the platform, and said to Yang Cuihua: "Maybe we went in the wrong direction at the beginning, if we want to relieve the rejection of the girl and these two eyeballs, simple scientific and technological means can't do this, have you forgotten, the person named Wei Luo said that he is from hell, then he represents the existence of a magical civilization." ”

This time, Yang Cuihua was finally a little uneasy, her attention was drawn back from the turmoil outside, and instead focused on the connection between Shen Moying and Wei Luo: [He did say something mysterious, but hell doesn't exist at all, I've been studying all my life, I would rather believe in science. 】

"But science can't explain why a fantasy character like mine came to the real world."

Yang Cuihua: [What? 】

"I think I've already introduced myself before." Ling Hao leaned down unhurriedly and observed the blood cell samples under the microscope: "I like to explore the unknown, this is my lifelong pursuit, at first I thought I could live like this, until I came to this world, after searching a network on the satellite network, my previous thoughts were shattered." ”

"The protagonist of this book is named Ling Hao, he was born in a world full of disasters, and has witnessed many supernatural powers that science cannot explain, coincidentally, the content of this story is surprisingly consistent with the trajectory of my life, and even what I said one day, it is clearly written, not a word is wrong, in this book, I feel that I can't even hide the color of the underwear I wear."

Ling Hao glanced at the PDA's screen: "Now do you still want to use science to explain these phenomena to me?" Now you have only one way to refute me, and that is if you think I'm lying, but unfortunately you can't find any reason to question my previous words from the possibilities I've deduced. ”

Yang Cuihua: [However, this is not scientific. 】

"Those two eyeballs just crawled away from my eyes very arrogantly, and now it is lying on your cabinet and angrily brushing its sense of existence, and when you overcome the difficulty of why it moves, come and discuss this unscientific topic with me." Ling Hao took off the sample chip and inserted it into the data port: "Now, let's first correct this blood cell with me, and then talk about the rest, I have made a new discovery." ”

During the period of heated arguments and experiments between Ling Hao and Yang Cuihua, the thick asphalt had already covered all the buildings except the headquarters building, and on the other side, in Wei Luo's dream scene, the dream realm that he originally imagined could not contain thousands of outsiders, so Wei Luo put these tens of millions of human beings into his carefully constructed intensive area scene.

The severe area is the nightmare originally constructed by Wei Luo, and the scene is big enough for these thousands of people to line up in a long line and take off their clothes to have fun inside, the only fly in the ointment is that the nightmare here is too strong, and some of the more aggressive monsters will even attack Wei Luo, a dream weaver.

These legendary aggressive monsters are derivatives that Wei Luo modified from the prototype of a psychopath.

The intensive care area perfectly restores the outline of a large psychiatric hospital, but the taste has become much heavier, no, not much, it is the heavy mouth style that has been sublimated here.

A ghost movie that is not scary is equivalent to garbage, and a nightmare that is not scary is no different from a salted fish, and Wei Luo fully poured the essence of blood and psychological suggestion into the intensive care area, such as the iron barbed wall full of corpses after entering through the door, suggesting that every patient who wants to escape from the mental hospital (nightmare) will not end well, because Wei Luo also sets up a series of dream traps behind the wall, enough for those old drivers who want to escape to recall the fear of being dominated by "Easier Adventure".

Nana was angry before, and she ran out to settle accounts with Wei Luo without thinking about it, but now she was angry and came back with Wei Luo, and suddenly felt weak in her heart, and she almost hung her body on Wei Luo after Wei Luo.

Wei Luo almost carried her along.

"I said ......"

"Can you take your boobs out of front of my eyes, I can't see anything."

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…… of this mood. (To be continued.) )