Where there is the Barossa Group, there are the minions of the Lord of Genes.

The last time they left, the Eclipse Cult and the Barossa Syndicate had formed a strategic alliance, and a common enemy had united the two former sworn enemies.

But as things stand, it doesn't seem like their investigation is going well.

After being introduced by the Brotherhood researchers, Song Lan guessed the identity of the caged man.

"He's a genetically modified fighter of the Barossa Group, I don't know what kind of legion he is."

Song Lan whispered to the lively 'nothingness'.

A powerful warrior with two hearts, a whole body strengthened with genetic drugs, and excellent healing ability.

It was hard for him to imagine that a gang like the Brotherhood would be able to capture these "supermen" alive, unless there were masters among them.

"The refreshments they provided were so unpalatable that they were a piece of defense!"

Out of politeness, Nothingness also whispered a response.

The fraternity prepared snacks and drinks for each guest, and since entering the venue, he was the only one who could chew it, and he didn't even understand what he was eating after chewing for a long time.

"Don't describe yourself as eating!"

Song Lan reminded him.

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same, and while he thinks about the mastermind behind the Brotherhood, Nothingness only knows how to eat, and even the genetically modified fighters of the Barossa Group can't mention his interest.

And from the other party's words and actions, it is not difficult to see that "nothingness" should usually like surfing the Internet, but after all, he is an elderly person and always knows little about Internet terms.

Being in the chaotic "outside world" without the slightest vigilance and accepting drinks and food from others at will is no different from writing "Come to my waist" on your face.

"I want beef."

Nothingness continued to use his cross-server chat technique and said, "I'll ask someone from the Chamber of Commerce to get some beef after the meeting, what ingredients do you need?" ”

"Green onion, ginger, garlic, star anise, cinnamon ......"

Song Lan was also brought in by him, after all, eating and drinking are the favorite topics of salted fish, but he then found that now is not the time to talk about these topics, even the "rats" are sitting solemnly, watching every move next to the cage with full attention.

The researcher lifted the black cloth covering the utensils on the table in front of everyone.

When they saw the translucent worm, everyone's faces changed.

"What is this?"

Someone asked.

"It's the key to a new world."

The researcher carefully uncovered the transparent vessel and held the translucent worm in the palm of his hand.

The worm smelled the smell of food, and as it approached the cage, it suddenly pounced on it with lightning speed.

"Whoa, whoa."

Some discordant voices distracted Song Lan's attention.

The 'nothingness' beside him also widened his eyes, and his mouth never stopped.

Now he has discovered another bad habit of the other party - eating and chirping.

"Didn't you say it didn't taste good?"

"Don't eat for nothing, don't eat for nothing." Nothingness said, "There's nothing to do anyway." ”

He admits that the worm did pique his interest, and that this thing is rare in neutral countries, and to explain it in more scientific terms, the process is probably what people often call parasitism.

The parasitism process lasted for about ten seconds, and the struggle of the genetically modified warrior in the cage gradually stopped, and after another minute of silence, the muscles on his body suddenly swelled in a circle, and all the needles inserted into his body jumped, and the chain and cage could no longer stop his movement, and the raised right hand gently pulled the chain to break it, and the cage turned into a building block in his hand, and it was broken into two pieces with a little force.

Seeing this, all the rebel cadres present were ready to fight, but the behavior of the genetically modified fighters ended there.

He had shown enough destructive power, but suddenly he hung his head quietly and stood behind the researcher.

"The Barossa Group has made a lot of changes to their fighters, but it doesn't seem to us enough."

The researcher patted the Gene Warrior's strong arm as if it were a work of art, "Gaining the strength of a legion leader is just the beginning, the worm has a learning ability far beyond that of humans, as long as it is supplied with enough nutrients, it can allow the host to complete several metamorphoses in a short period of time." ”

"But what does this have to do with us?"

Someone else asked.

Almost all of the Rebel's cadres are psychics, and they are taking a completely different path from genetic enhancement, not to mention that judging from the situation of genetic warriors, the extent of transformation is questionable, but it is certain that he has completely become a puppet of the Brotherhood.

"That's the really interesting part of evolution, worms will change depending on the host's genes, increase psionic strength, or improve the vulnerability of the prosthesis, completely removing the possibility of cyberpsychosis...... Evolution should be universally equal for all people. ”

The high tone and fanatical look are very similar to the leaders of the MLM organization.

But the rebel cadres were apparently not buying it, and they were suspicious of the Brotherhood's motives for convening the meeting from the outset, but they had to attend it because the Brotherhood claimed to have what they wanted.

The scene dropped to freezing point for a while, and in the end, Song Lan, a good old man, couldn't stand it anymore, raised his hand and asked, "So, where can I buy this worm?" ”

He understood the researcher's feelings.

It is very difficult to encounter a cold field when introducing products to customers, especially since his main business seems to be a scientific researcher, and bringing goods is not his specialty.

It is more likely that this poor man was forced by the boss to drive ducks on the shelves in order not to be fired to introduce the product to a group of vicious rebel cadres.

Therefore, Song Lan always said that they should unite the workers, otherwise they will be led by the nose by the capitalists.

"I'm glad you asked."

The researcher looked grateful, "The Brotherhood is here with sincerity, and the little snacks we have prepared for you hide the secrets of evolution, and I promise that there will be no discomfort in the process, and you won't even notice their existence." ”

Unfortunately, his enthusiasm was not reciprocated, and when he heard the dim sum pass, the rebel cadres pushed the plate aside in disgust.

The notorious brotherhood is back in the food.

They are in control of the country's largest human trafficking and fraud ring, and they exist like a cancer in the oasis, and they would be naïve to think that someone would fall for it......

"Quack—"

The voice of the pouting changed.

The "Nothingness" movement froze, and he found that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the small snack in his hand suddenly became unfragrant.

Oh, to be exact, it never smelled.

On this day, he understood that gaze can also hurt.

In the silence, he wiped the scraps from the corner of his mouth, put the half-eaten snack back on the plate, and pushed the plate aside in imitation of the people around him.

But in fact, it was the second plate of dim sum he ate.

Song Lan said that he didn't want his share, so he was taken by "nothingness" to pass the time.

This time the silence became extraordinarily long.

Everyone except Song Lan took the initiative to move their positions away from him, even William and the guest guests of the "Dead Man's Lotto" program team were no exception.

Everyone is waiting.

It wasn't until a few minutes had passed, when they noticed that there was no obvious mutation in the Void, that someone restated the true purpose for bringing them together today.

"Where are the survivors of that archaeological team?"

Time is precious for everyone, especially the rebels.

They have been busy overthrowing the Allied regimes, freeing the "outside world" from the control of the coalition government, and returning the land to the people, and they don't have time to sit here and listen to the "Evolution MLM Lecture Hall" for an afternoon.

Only Song Lan, who was on vacation, maintained a good and open mind.

Whether it's a small lecture hall or the whereabouts of an archaeologist, he is happy to listen.

But before that, he still symbolically asked the "nothingness", "You didn't have a stomach, did you?" ”

"Nope."

After experiencing the attention salute just now, the voice of "Nothingness" became a lot weaker.

No form of parasite could affect him, and when the snack was in his stomach, anything that existed in it would be purified and fused by psionic energy, but what really tormented him was the eyes of the rebel cadres who cared for the mentally handicapped - when did he suffer such a great shame as a life form in the upper world!

If it weren't for the mention of the missing archaeologist, he would have left the scene in anger and returned to the accommodation provided by the Chamber of Commerce to eat two large bowls of braised beef noodles!

But Song Lan's cooking is really delicious, no wonder their old friend sticks to him all day long regardless of his own strength.

"It's good if you don't have it, don't eat when you go out in the future."

"Hmm." Nothingness nodded, "It's not as delicious as what you make." ”

"Please rest easy, the person you are looking for is all right now, and the Brotherhood has given her the highest standard of treatment."

The researcher's gaze for help passed through the crowd and stopped at Song Lan.

Although this was the first time they met, he always felt that Song Lan was a trustworthy object.

And Song Lan did not live up to his trust, and made suggestions to him with his eyes - first talk about archaeologists, worms and evolutionary academic issues, and set up a small group after the conference, and bring interested people in to discuss in detail.

At the same time, he also pointed to the unknown "rat".

Mr. "Mouse" was very interested in these topics.

The researcher received strength and comfort from Song Lan's concern, and he calmed down and motioned for the staff to turn on the projection in the conference room.

In the projection is a temple full of greenery.

The commotion in the conference room stopped, everyone looked at the screen, and the person in their hearts was now in the greenery, kneeling in front of a statue of a god, clasping their hands together in prayer.

Between the branches and leaves, fluorescent lights flew, and people's restless mood was washed by this scene.

As the minutes ticked by, they watched as the woman in the projection finished the prayer.

No one made a sound, as if any noise was a blasphemy against this pure ritual.

Archaeologists are still alive.

This solved at least one of their heart problems.

The background of the projection is not a bloody operating room, and she is not restricted from being freely tied to the operating table, nor is she a hostage to swallow the "snacks" that the Brotherhood has prepared for them.

Indeed, the Brotherhood did not embarrass her, and treated her as if she were a guest.

"The High Priestess has heard about you, and she thinks it's not the time to meet."

The researcher relayed the High Priest's message, "But don't worry, fate will let you meet, just as you are gathered in Lira now. ”

Temperament has indeed changed.

Song Lan also had a similar feeling.

The projection made the room peaceful and quiet, and the researcher's tone became less frenetic and more like a clergyman's prayer.

As the prayer is completed, so does the projection.

The rebel cadres were given first-hand information, and had no intention of remaining on Brotherhood territory.

Even if they are both wanted criminals in the coalition government, they are also superior and inferior.

The Brotherhood will not take the spark of change anywhere, they are nothing more than a criminal gang formed by a group of vicious criminals.

When the revolution is complete, they will finally remove the biggest cancer of the oasis of the Brotherhood.

Song Lan didn't follow the crowd, and after everyone left, he came to the front row and asked about the new features of the worm.

The Devourer has also hatched a number of worm creatures, and now the conference has moved on to the academic exchange.

The researcher prepared a lot of information about worms and evolution, but he couldn't say it due to the fierce attitude of the rebel cadres, but in front of Song Lan, he was able to share his knowledge to his heart's content.

Song Lan learned that in addition to evolution and enhancement, the most important role of these worms was.

Build a sense of connection.

The Brotherhood believes that this is a step further than the past Devourer Project, which was inspired by mechanical consciousness.

Connecting individual consciousnesses in some way can greatly improve communication and productivity, allowing them to evolve and develop much faster than others.

"Huh."

For the researcher's beautiful vision, Nothingness just sneered.

All he could say was that these humans were too young and too idealistic.

Can Consciousness Connections Enhance Communication Effectiveness and Evolutionary Speed?

"Nothingness" didn't want to explain too much, he could only say that one day if they pulled a scourge like Song Lan into the "group chat", they would realize how wrong their theory was.

His numerous experiments and observations have shown that the rate of spread of fish-touching doctrine is much faster than that of any other theory.

If there is a Song Lan mixed in your consciousness connection, then everyone will eventually become Song Lan.

These are the lessons of blood and tears of those who have come by.

"Let's go, we should go back too."

Song Lan and the researcher left contact information for further communication in the future, so they could only snort coldly in their hearts.

The high-spirited researcher had no idea that he had fallen into an abyss from which he would never recover.

And for the current 'nothingness', he only cares about one thing.

He was going back to the lodging that the Chamber of Commerce had provided for them.

Then show off two large bowls of braised beef noodles.

The small theater of its two hundred and sixty-one:

Monday, evening, month, year

"Minister she...... It's really persistent. ”

Guan Lili peeked at Lu Xiang's happy meal, as the losing party in the duel, she couldn't touch the dish of dry pot potatoes tonight, but other foods were not in the restricted ranks.

At this moment, she couldn't help but be in awe of Lu Xiang.

In order to eat real dry pot potatoes, Lu Xiang first ate more than a dozen slices of ginger, and he had to make a delicious appearance.

Feeling Guan Lili's eyes, Lu Xiang also vigilantly moved the plate of the dry pot potatoes to his place.

Persistent......

But it's a little cute.

and her usual image is like two people.

Who would have thought that Minister Lu, the great demon king of cold noodles, would also protect food?

"Lao Lu is so good to feed."

Song Lan said.

She is happy whenever she can eat potatoes, which are currently one of the cheapest ingredients.

"But after eating so much ginger, isn't she spicy?"

"Spicy, but Lao Lu has undergone special training, so I said that you are definitely not her opponent."

"Special training?"

"The training object is the night heron, and the competition is about who can eat ginger more."

This is how Lu Xiang overcame his weaknesses - facing weaknesses again and again, and growing in challenges.

"You only need to know one thing."

Song Lan clasped her hands around her chest, looking like a hermit master, "In the end, Lao Lu won." ”