After marveling at the wonders of the creatures in the depths, Kraft turned his attention back to black salt, which was the standard of measurement.

Under high power lens, the nearest small grain of black salt seems, probably, probably, and perhaps begins to melt, which makes its corners a little less noticeably rounded.

The visual difference is far less obvious than the intuitive change, as if you first feel what has changed, and then you look closely and find a subtle change in the outline, which is so small that it is difficult to distinguish it from the error caused by staring for a long time.

If you zoom in on the scale, it is probably the deep existence of a creeping creature and the completion of a whole set of bio-version Transformers transformation in the room that will make the small bottle of black salt placed next door have a tendency to melt. The musicians with the most sensitive ears can't tell the difference by shaking a bottle.

Kraft retreated to the chair in the corner of the room, waited for the five hourglass to flip, and looked at it again.

Perhaps the melting of the sample has ceased due to no further transformation, or it may not have begun.

If you want to rely on the changes in black salt to show the weaker deep effects, I am afraid that you need a high-powered microscope to have hope. As for finding someone to stare at the black salt under the microscope all day long, you know that there is no safety at all.

The water in the sink is gradually decreasing, from a temperature that can be soaked to a temperature that is suitable for brushing.

As always, the specimen was keenly aware of environmental changes, using sharp bone to cut through the oval-like stratum corneum on the surface, squeezing out of it as if it were breaking through the shell, and wrapping the stratum corneum into the interior in reverse.

The gray keratin is torn into pieces and shattered into small pieces suspended in a translucent body, which is swallowed and dissolved by some new vesicle-like structure.

It seems to have been digested, rather than directly transformed into other tissues.

This makes sense, Kraft thought, the stratum corneum on the surface of the body is dead cells, and even the deep creatures can't pull off the miracle of the resurrection of the dead, they can only break down and recycle proteins. It seems to be a bit scientific, but it's not very scientific at the root.

He again observed the "suspicious melting" of the black salt under the lens, proving that what he had seen before was not an illusion.

At the same time, something touched him on another level, like a worm passing over his body, stirring the tiny hairs of his hair. It's feedback from the psychic senses, just like the feeling that was considered a warning before every previous encounter, but very slightly.

"Interesting." This is the first time that a true close-up look at deep biological activity has been carried out.

Compared to the past, it is almost the difference between encountering a brown bear in the wild and watching a Siberian giant hamster pup through explosion-proof glass in a zoo. The experience of the former is like a raging storm, and the latter is a small ripple in a water glass.

Although faint, psychic touches can be perceived, resulting in changes in the sample.

When it's less intense and threatening, you can feel the "touch" carefully. As if sticking a finger into the water, the water strider knocks on the surface of the liquid, causing ripples to pass through the skin.

"Interesting." This touch does not appear to be completely irregular, but rather correlated with the activity of the sample.

Kraft hesitated for a moment, but still connected to his spiritual senses, driven by curiosity, and caught the tail of "Touch".

From the core of the specimen, the small stone fragment named "Moon Remain". It unleashes something that was once thought to be a premonition of danger – the sensation of the mental senses being touched every time it encounters.

It turns out that it is not a premonition that transcends time, but a real, "field" or "fluctuation" generated by deep creatures.

The mental senses can reach it, which may mean that it is something similar to the nature of the mental senses, and the feedback is like stroking the air flow that passes through the palm of the hand, a wavy and undulating air current.

If you want to find an analogy, Kraft thinks that it is more like a "fungus", but more erratic, an "unformed fungus", at least he can really use his mental senses to tear the fungus into mycelium, but he can't really grasp this thing.

A primitive, primary, unformed spiritual body, like a self-replicating macromolecular organism that is about to be considered a real life, is stuck in the middle.

The fluctuations originating from the core are transmitted in it, forming a three-dimensional, and possibly higher-than, "wave".

With the completion of the complex transformation, the "wave" also subsided. In the state of no fluctuations, it is almost impossible to feel the primordial spirit body, and it may only be when they coalesce into a huge individual, like in the royal tomb, that a suffocating sense of oppression is formed.

"Let's do it again." Kraft emptied the sink and tossed the jug to Koop, "Kettle water, I'd like to see it again." ”

Frankly speaking, on the side of the soul of the other world, it is difficult to say whether the operation can pass the ethics of laboratory animals. But there wasn't even a human ethics committee here, and he didn't figure out whether this thing should be animal ethics or human tissue sample ethics.

So the subject was placed in the steaming sink again.

The professor's interest has shifted from developing observation devices to biological research.

This time, he observed the fluctuations throughout, dazzlingly complex, with delicate and complex changes in the organization.

Complex, but not disordered. Kraft could feel the pattern, even the one-to-one correspondence, like a pond on a rainy day, where the ripples of each drop of rain were superimposed, forming a complex intertwined fluctuation.

"Can you feel it?" The professor fished out the bottle and handed it to Koop, "That kind of fluctuation." ”

Mr. Assistant struggled to hold the bottle with a slightly shaky palm for a few seconds, shook his head firmly and handed it back: "I just feel a little itchy hand." ”

He felt that he might have made a mistake in agreeing to be an assistant, and that he had to endure an employer who was not in the same state as usual in order to get an extra salary every month to come here to pour water on bottled fear.

"It's a shame." As Kraft puts it, there is always something missing in discoveries that cannot be shared.

Breathing deeply, the secret satisfaction filling a corner like a fresh gas pouring into his lungs, and flowing away like an exhale—he had absorbed the freshness and developed a new curiosity.

Perhaps the sample is relying on this fluctuating signal to manipulate the tissue transformation like an input command.

There are too many simultaneous transformations, and the complex fluctuations are intertwined and entangled, becoming a ball of yarn without a thread, which is impossible to parse.

Similar to the problems encountered in biology at the genetic level, the genetic code is in front of you, but if you want to figure out what each section is used for, what kind of bugs will cause what diseases, it will be fatal.

It would be nice if it could induce high-intensity expression of one of these functions in a targeted manner.

"I want to do it again." Kraft rubbed his stiff palms, desperate for progress.

But the flowing hourglass reminded him that the time he spent in his spiritual senses was growing by second, and that too much repetition was a huge waste, and that experiments needed to be better planned.

I've already tried the physical stimulus of temperature, so I should try it from a different angle, maybe I can get something new.

Looking at the sample that was still having rhythmic relaxation, an idea came out that I had thought about for a long time: since it is a human homologous tissue, can a drug that works on people work on this thing?

"Koop, help me get some of the digitalis and belladonna in the box, not the purple bellflower and the devil's cherry."

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