Basically, the forbidden place of the Monk's Hall is incompatible with any part of the Upper Town, although what you can see from the other end of the only path is only a patch of cyan buildings inside a rose gate, the same ancient and heavy, and full of intricate old-fashioned patterns, but in fact, the three parts inside the golden rose can be said to be completely different in style. If we analyze it further, it is not only the style that is different, but even the material composition is different.

The three of them seem to be like these buildings, they look the same on the outside, but in fact, the internal cell structure, gene fragments, and even the shape and location of the internal organs are all different, and they are basically three biological species.

A human, a half-human, half-monster, and a monster.

At this moment, the three biological varieties stayed together at the highest point of the monastery hall and watched the stars.

The black forehead habitually squatted on the narrow false wall, like a big black bird that would spread its wings and take off at any time, and the patterns on the head were reflected in the light of the monk hall below, glowing with a strange blue light. There was a thermostat beside him, the size of two palms, and the transparent case was filled with white gas, which looked like a magic crystal ball. Leon was casually half-lying next to him, in a relaxed posture, and on the other side of him sat a well-behaved firebird, his two little feet dangling back and forth gently, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you always doing with that? It's been two days" Leon asked, squinting at the "crystal ball" next to Blackforehead, he didn't use brainwaves, and in the past few days of training, several bishops have strictly forbidden them to use brainwaves, it is said that hundreds of years ago there was no such way of communication, they had to get used to expressing their thoughts with their mouths, and replacing brainwaves with words.

Black forehead rolled his eyes helplessly, his expression was much richer than before, in the five days of separate training, the language and expression were special courses for black forehead, at present, it seems that the training is still effective, but black forehead is still not used to words, vibrating the vocal cords is more difficult for him than anything else. It's harder than deciphering the 15-digit Norton code, it's harder than synthesizing 28 dirt bombs, and it's even harder than completing a brainstem transplant.

But he blinked, and still spoke,

"Research, heart, make one yourself" He blinked rapidly, his face was actually a little red, and the firebird laughed out loud on the side, Leon thought she was laughing at the whimsy of the black forehead, but the girl then said:

"One more connecting word than during the day, it's amazing" she looked sideways at her black forehead, her eyes shining, "but it's still like a little bump"

"Huh, you're learning to reconstruct your internal organs?" Leon sat up, "Smith actually taught you this?"

"It's not just the reconstruction of internal organs, but also the mimicry of genes, and the ...... of living organisms," said the firebird, chirping like a little sparrow.

"You said too much" Hei Forehead's voice was not loud, but he interrupted the firebird in time, and the girl stuck out her tongue obediently, and immediately stopped leaking,

"Hey, make no mistake, you actually keep it a secret from me!" Leon was a little angry, for their attitude, and for the knowledge he had learned in the past two days, what the fat old man Ptolemy had taught him was definitely not so high-end, in the past two days, he had dissected ten corpses, dissected, transplanted, and stitched, and almost never for a moment was not immersed in the laboratory, cultivated dozens of mutant cells, and memorized thirty biomedical books, but he absolutely did not know how to build a heart.

"This is the game, be fair" The corners of the black forehead's mouth went up, and Leon couldn't help laughing when he found that he had a mischievous expression,

"You guy, you really look like a person"

All three of them laughed, this laughter was so rare, this was a state that they had never had in their young lives, studying together, simply chatting, without any conspiracy and scheming, feeling warm friendship, not worrying about whether they would be calculated by the other party in the next moment, in this era, this kind of laughter is so luxurious.

But after the laughter fell, it still returned to heaviness,

"I've heard that there is a lot of risk in the transmission of time baggage," Firebird muttered quietly, "the cells will be severely damaged, not only may they change their appearance, but they may also hurt the brain, and the delivery target is uncertain, what if we fall into the water or volcano."

"Time flow is not a stable transmission path" Leon couldn't help but sigh when he heard the girl's words, "But their thinking is still right, and if you use a time travel device to teleport, I'm afraid the damage to the main trunk of the shaft section will be too serious."

"It seems that you agree with the rules of time," Blackforehead joined their discussion with difficulty, and Leon smiled:

"Yes, just like the education you received at that time, you can't change history at will, you can't talk too much about the future, that will seriously affect the stability of the axis space" He looked up at the hypocritical stars in the sky, "I think you should know that there is another important reason why I agreed to go back"

"I know, Dorothy," said Black-Forehead, sullenly, "but not the right age"

"Yes, that old woman was not born in the 20th century, it seems that it is more than 200 years later than our scheduled cut-off point," Firebird commented on Dorothy unceremoniously, she seemed to have a bad impression of the sexy female soldier,

"It seems that your axial space theory is still not well understood," Leon smiled mysteriously, "Who said she must be a human in 200 years?" he stood on the highest point of the monk's hall, straightened up and looked at the full moon slowly emerging from behind the mountain, and whispered:

"I'm sure we'll meet"

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The task of the three bishops at this time is not at all easier than that of Lyon, the "millennium" plan that has been carried out tens of thousands of times in the past, this time it will reach a supreme peak in their hands, this is a heavy burden, and the three old men are a little breathless. There is too much preparation to do, the determination of Leon's identity, the reorganization of memory, the optimal combination of environment and conditions, all more detailed than before, many established plans have been overturned, everything has to be reformulated around Leon, the golden apostle, and the location of the simulated appearance according to his character, character, and ability have been continuously denied in the deduction of hundreds of billions of times, until on the afternoon of the eighth day, they finally came up with three sets of drafts that had been twisted and turned.

"Before the archbishopric audits, let him take a look, that kid always has his own set of thinking, maybe tomorrow he will come up with any tricks in front of the archbishopric" San Juan said extremely uneasy, holding the three memory sticks in his hand, like holding three bombs,

"Do you think he'll see it?" Hugh Grant also stared at the three memories, and Huang Zifang took a deep breath next to him and said:

"You don't know until you try"

Leon was slightly surprised when he saw the three unfolded memories, he never thought that the three of them would enter the time flow back in time, it would be so complicated, one plan would actually occupy an entire memory stick, that is, the light energy memory, which can store the information of 8 million people in a reserved area, or the detailed drawings of all the buildings in the upper city, but now he can only put down one plan.

He grabbed the characters and graphics composed of those beams with his fingers, and the three bishops standing in front of him couldn't read the pictures and texts clearly, only a blue light flowing between Leon's fingers.

"This won't work," Leon froze the memory in his hand on the last version, "I'm not going to be a bioweapons developer, maybe I'll eventually blow up the blue-chip weapons base into the sky, but there's no point, because this kind of research is going on elsewhere at the same time, do I need to blow up all the biological weapons bases in the 20th century?"

"If necessary," Huang Zi said expressionlessly,

"No, that's going to kill too many people" Leon unceremoniously threw the memory onto the table, another blue light began to flow between his fingers, and the three bishops looked at each other, all in disbelief at how fast he could read.

In the end, all three plans were rejected, San Juan shrugged his shoulders unexpectedly, and Huang Zifang's face was already quite ugly, the words he prepared did not come in handy at all, and the loopholes he was worried about Leon didn't seem to see, the golden apostle completely denied their idea, and there was no room at all, but when leaving, Leon suddenly stopped and turned back and said:

"Don't feel that these mediocre plans only make me feel tired, I understand what is hidden in them, and when I see the new plan tomorrow, I hope to feel your sincerity, otherwise the Archbishopric will be very disappointed in this trip" After speaking, he stared at Hugh Grant deeply and turned to leave.

"He can see it anyway," San Juan said in frustration, "we shouldn't have taken this risk, knowing he cares"

"It's a shame that you're like a clown eager to please your audience right now," Hugh Grant said bitterly,

"I'm afraid we're more like hungry dogs wagging their tails," Huang Zifang responded coldly, "If he changes his hexagram, not only will the plan be aborted, but the disappointed archbishopric will torture us and we won't even have scum left."

When Leon returned to the laboratory, the two fat old men were fighting with each other, and the game they agreed on was about to start, just waiting for Leon to come back from the bishop, the firebird watched Leon walk in with excitement, and immediately found that his expression was not very pleasant,

"What did they say?" asked Black Forehead with brain waves,

"Scheme, three schemes" Leon replied silently while listening to Ptolemy's chatter, he was talking about the rules of the game, the old men were about to have a competition under the microscope to see who could cultivate a higher-order splitter in two hours,

"How difficult is the plan?" asked Hei Forehead as he skillfully cut out a piece of cortex under the light energy microscope, his hand as steady as a machine, and he couldn't see the slightest shaking under the 3,000-fold demonstration on the wall.

"It's not a matter of difficulty, it's too bad, I doubt their true purpose, and judging by the details of the plan, they don't have the same control over the flow of time as they say they are," Leon replied gloomily, separating the two stages of the spiral with light fibers, which looked so familiar, but definitely not as healthy and powerful as his own.

"And what? I don't believe you're irritated by this," asked Blackfront, his biological eye playing a huge role at the moment, and the living cells in the cortex had been accurately identified and entered into the petri dish under his dexterous operation.

"I'm afraid they didn't want to merge you and the firebird into the plan at all, all the tasks in the formation plan seem important, but in fact there is no meaning" Leon said fiercely, and at the same time, with a tap between his fingers, a little red spread out in the petri dish, and quickly began to grow wildly,

"What are they going to do with us, throw us off on the way?"

"I don't care what they think, since they harbor evil intentions, you're welcome," Leon replied lightly, and at the same time, the first bubble bulged in the petri dish in front of him, and the thing looked like an eye.

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PS: This era is coming to an end, and the road of the thief has come to an end... However, Lyon's road has just begun.