Caught the little Misaka who almost fell to the ground at an incredible speed, hugged her petite body, ignored the somewhat shy eyes of the last work, and frowned solemnly.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing that his expression was very wrong, Mikoto Misaka asked a little anxiously.

"Komisaka's physical condition is too bad! It must be adjusted as much as possible. ”

“”

"Mai Trin."

"Huh~?"

"It's up to you to just fix the broken genes or disrupt their genetic order and make the sisters become independent individuals."

"What? But I"

Looking at Mikoto Misaka, who wanted to open her mouth to refuse, Yang Xi put little Misaka down, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and said earnestly: "Mikoto, no matter what, you have to make a choice in this matter, this is the responsibility that you shoulder as a 'sister' and can't escape!" ”

Pursing her lips, Mikoto Misaka fell into a tangle in her heart. After thinking about it for a few minutes, she finally made up her mind.

"Let my sisters be completely freed from my confinement!"

After saying this, as if using all her strength, Mai Trin took a few steps back, leaning against the wall to support herself. At the same time, she also experienced an unprecedented sense of relaxation after unloading the heavy burden, which made her feel like she was soaking in warm water and wanted to sleep comfortably.

"Mai Trin, how are you?"

"I'm fine, sisters, please leave it to you."

With a reluctant smile on her face, Mikoto Misaka decided to walk outside by herself to relax and get some fresh air by the way.

Looking at Mikoto Misaka's distant back, the bee-eater Cao Qi asked Yang Xi softly, "Aren't you going to chase it out?" ”

At this time, the posture was quite **, and the bee-eating body was already attached to Yang Xi's body, and when he was talking in his ear. The fragrance from the girl was full of temptation, and Yang Xi's male hormones couldn't help but secrete a large amount.

What a goblin!

couldn't help but distance herself a little from her, Yang Xi shook her head and tried her best to keep her calm heart: "No need, it would be better to give her some private space now than my comfort." After all, it was a choice she had made after some mental struggle. It's normal that it's not that easy to accept. ”

If one day someone finds out that his sister, who has lived with him for many years, has no blood relationship with him, it is impossible not to be surprised.

Mai Trin's situation is similar now.

"Teacher, now that the direction of body transformation has been established, let's start simulating the real thing."

"Hmm!"

T viruses act to promote the evolution of the organism itself. Moreover, it belongs to the natural evolution of nature, so theoretically speaking, it is impossible to evolve from a lower dimension to a higher dimension.

Therefore, Yang Xi judged that using the T virus to strengthen the physique of his sisters, their achievements could only reach the highest level of Level 5.

Although Level5 is only seven people in the entire school city.

You must know that even if it is tens of thousands of super electromagnetic cannons, it is not an opponent for one party, not to mention that there are dangerous high-level beings such as saints and angels in this world. Yang Xi didn't want to help them solve their current problems. In the future, there will be a more stringent problem.

It's not enough to always rely on their own help, they have to have the strength to protect themselves.

Based on the twenty-four pairs of chromosomal genes, Yang Xi began to simulate the real yàn that disrupted his sister's genetic fragments and recombined them.

When they're busy here. The passage of the side that was separated from the last work was not idle.

The institute is quite large.

In front of you, there are three huge buildings that look like rental warehouses. These buildings are training facilities for the "younger sisters", and the 20,000 "younger sisters" used in the "real yàn" are cultivated in these buildings. Inside the building is a large metal platform with countless cylindrical capsules arranged in close proximity. They are piled up to ceiling height, resembling the shelves crammed with books in a library.

Next to the three huge buildings, there is a building called the Research Institute.

It was a two-storey, quadrangular reinforced concrete building. Much smaller than the three training facilities, it's hard to imagine that this is the heart of the research facility.

One side stands in front of the entrance of the Institute.

There was a retina scanner at the door, but one side of the pass ignored it. My access ID is probably no longer valid. One side knocked lightly on the door. The "impact" was concentrated on the door lock, which shattered the metal lock with precision.

There was a soft sound of "quack", and the door panel slowly slid open, like an old Western-style building.

Inside, it looks more like a computer computing room than a research institute. The machines lining the surrounding walls that look like large cold storage warehouses for business are, according to researchers, the latest quantum computers, but anyone can tell that they are just some old-fashioned models. At the very least, it doesn't look like it has the power to replace the "treemap designer". Countless screens unleash an eerie glow in this windowless room. A large amount of paper for printing materials is constantly spit out from the machine's paper dispenser, covering the entire floor. The only muffled sound of a cooling fan could be heard throughout the room.

At first glance, this room may not look like a place to conduct research, but it is not necessarily far from research. It is only natural that such a laboratory should be based on simulation, such as the evolutionary theory of artificial life or the model that predicts the air resistance of an airplane.

A woman sits in the center of the real room.

Before the closure of the "real yàn", there used to be more than two dozen researchers crammed into this room to work, but now the building is empty. The woman also seemed to understand this, so instead of sitting on the chair, she sat on the table. I saw that she was holding the paper for printing materials spit out from the machine in her hand, and kept writing some marks on it with a red pen. The so-called etiquette no longer makes sense in this room.

"Huh? Ah, you're back, one side passes. Your ID has a ninety day expiration date, so you don't have to break the door. ”

The woman did not notice that one party had entered the room, but that her thoughts, which had been focused on the paper used for data printing, were interrupted for a moment, and when she accidentally looked up, she saw one side passing.

Fangchuan bellflower.

He was over twenty-five years old, but he didn't have any makeup on his face. He wore faded old jeans and a T-shirt that had worn out after countless washes. Only the white robe draped over the T-shirt is still as white and bright as a new shirt.

Fang Tong looked along the source of the long strip of paper for printing materials in Fang Chuan's hand, and saw a large amount of paper resources piled up on every inch of the floor.

Now the "real yàn" has been frozen, because the "real yàn" plan is based on the simulation results of the "treemap designer", which is now found to be wrong.

But after all, "real yàn" is only frozen, not permanently terminated, as long as the "error" in the calculation results can be found and corrected, "real yàn" can be restarted at any time.

However, one party does not think that the "mistake" can be found. The Treemap Designer's calculation model is not particularly complicated, but the amount of calculation is simply too large. The calculation formula of "1×10=10" used by humans will become "1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1+1=10" on the machine, which may be relatively simple for the machine qì, but it is a nightmare for the person who checks the error. Just looking at these large numbers of calculations would have taken decades.

"What a hard worker, is it interesting to read this material?"

"It's not interesting at all. I'd love to ask for your help if I could. Your calculations and processing skills are quite reliable. ”

"It shouldn't be nice to know the details of the plan, right?"

The main purpose of "Shi yàn" is to arrange 20,000 battles, so that one side can digest these 20,000 battles according to the plan. The skills of superpowers can be improved in battle, and the ultimate purpose of "real yàn" is to control the growth direction of the skills, so that one party can evolve from a Level 5 superpower to a Level 6 absolute ability.

In such a situation, if one side knows too much information, it may not be possible for the battle to be carried out according to the predetermined "plan". Therefore, one party has been warned not to have access to "real yàn" information unless it is necessary.

At this time, Fangchuan bellflower once again raised his head from the paper for data printing and said:

"I'm not investigating the calculus jù of the 'tree designer' right now, so don't worry."

"What? Do you have the extra time to put those mountain-high numbers aside and take care of other things first? Or have you given up on 'real yàn'? ”

"I think by the time those numbers are analyzed, you'll probably be dead. So to your question, my answer is 'YE'. At least for me, the information at hand is much more important than 'real yàn' right now. ”

Fang Chuan's tone seemed quite anxious, but Fang Tong didn't care.

His purpose was only to find something here, and at the same time, he just wanted to do something he could for the girls he had hurt before.

One side looked around, file folders, notebooks, CDs, data reports, etc. were all scattered on the floor, as if a typhoon had just blown, and it was impossible to tell what was what.

"Hey, where's the individual adjustment manual for my sisters? I want both, both physical and spiritual cultivation devices and learning devices. Don't ask me why. Let's just think it's the contract money you haven't paid me after the 'real yàn' was frozen. ”

Fangchuan Kikyo took a deep look at the passage of one side and raised the manual in his hand (to be continued......)