Fu Xing looked through the entry and exit registration form again.

The earliest record was on May 7, before the laboratory was completed, and the supervisor Liu Cheng was already preparing for the BCIM project.

The main writer of the journal is a graduate student under his supervisor Liu Cheng.

On May 15, after the mentor Liu Cheng brought back the meteorite, the BCIM program officially began to be put into process.

The experiment was conducted in secret and was not made public.

The laboratory initiates the recruitment of volunteers within the campus to prepare in advance for the future, and when the research results are available, the clinical trial will be directly carried out to improve efficiency.

Not many people are eligible to volunteer, and even fewer are willing to become test subjects among the few students who are eligible.

After checking the list of laboratory personnel, Fuxing found that only two students had signed up for volunteers.

One is a senior and the other is a sophomore.

The volunteer classmate, who is a senior in college, is a teacher training major, and according to the records, the student has mid-stage liver cancer.

It should be the intern kindergarten teacher of Little Sun Kindergarten.

The student had a total of two entry and exit records.

The first time was when I came to the front desk to ask a tutor about volunteering.

The second time, it was she who decided to become a volunteer, signed a confidentiality agreement with the laboratory, and after hearing about the experimental ideas, she visited the meteorite fragments under the guidance of her mentor.

And on the same day, there was a special bold record.

The lab lost a thumb-sized fragment of a meteorite.

Another volunteer, who had only one record, signed an agreement directly with the lab, which did not mention visiting the meteorite.

It is also written in the diary that the supervisor and the students eat, drink and live in the laboratory, and the research process is almost a retreat, and they work on the BCIM project day and night.

However, until the date when the log was stopped, there was no mention of substantial progress on the project, and according to the records, the clinical trial was still far away.

So, again, the problem lies with the meteorite itself.

The fragment of the meteorite that was lost in the laboratory should have been stolen by the female preschool teacher.

The reason why the newspaper has not reported the phenomenon of abnormal physical health of the personnel in the biological laboratory of Tongcheng University is because the number of people is small, unlike the Little Sun Kindergarten, where children's collective illness is more likely to cause high social concern, and the second is that the laboratory attaches great importance to confidentiality, and the tutors and students almost live in the laboratory and never go out, so it is difficult for the outside world to find abnormalities.

When one or two students get sick, people don't think about the experiment itself.

At this point, Fu Xing clenched the information in his hand and smiled: "Follow me." ”

A few minutes later.

As the door to the lab was opened, a rancid smell came over my face.

There was a decomposing corpse in the lab.

Looking up further, there was a glass container in front of the corpse, which contained several black stones of various sizes, the sky was dim, and the special texture of the stone and the faint purple fluorescent substance floating on the surface could be faintly seen.

It should be a meteorite fragment.

The three of them stepped forward, and Hua Qianjin raised his hand and waved it a few times in front of his nose.

The rancid smell is unpleasant.

Fu Xing didn't care, and pressed the button on the test table.

The vessel slowly opened.

After a pause, Fu Xing reached out to touch one of the meteorites.

At this moment, the white-haired young man grabbed her wrist.

Fu Xing raised his eyes, his eyes full of doubt.

Qi Feng's voice was quiet: "Think clearly? ”

Worried about her?

After a pause, Fu Xing bit his lower lip and smiled brightly: "The time to witness the miracle has arrived." ”

Looking at her confident appearance, the white-haired young man had the illusion that his worries were superfluous.

He paused and let go of his hand.

Fu Xing then put his hand on the meteorite fragment.

A message pops up in my head –