Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

"Dear Mr. William, the Lancet has just published my paper, you should read it." Simbeck said with a smile.

Lancet... Papers... William Z Baker patted his forehead: "I'm very sorry Sim, I'm a little busy these days."

After speaking, he quickly opened his notebook, logged into the Lancet's official paper website, entered Simbeck's name, and some papers popped up.

There are a total of three papers related to his son Simbeck, and a young scientist who can publish three papers in the Lancet, Simbeck is obviously very extraordinary.

I saw the latest paper titled "Feasibility Experiment of Stem Cell DZ Fragment for Transgenic Stability", and the authors of the paper are Simbeck and Eric Fan.

The content of the thesis is that the DZ fragment in stem cells can be inserted into the gene that needs to be transgenic after specific recombination, which can improve the stability and success rate of the transgene.

Through 12 sets of comparative experiments, the stability of transgenic cells was increased by 30-40%, which greatly improved the success rate of transgenic gene insertion.

Unexpectedly, his son had surpassed himself unknowingly, and William Z Baker was very pleased.

"Sim, you are my pride."

Simbeck said with some embarrassment: "William, after I go to the United States, you should find a girlfriend!"

In fact, he has always been apologetic to his father, and he gave up too many things in order to take care of himself.

"We'll talk when we have a chance." William Z Baker changed the subject and chatted with his son about the genetically modified project for a while.

Then Simbeck went to take a bath.

He went to cook, took potatoes, sausage, onions and some cheese from the refrigerator, and prepared to make dinner for his son.

William Z Baker, who was cutting potatoes, suddenly felt a pain in his finger. A small cut was made on his index finger by the kitchen knife, and blood dripped on the chopping board.

Looking at the blood dripping on the chopping board, he quickly took out a piece of kitchen paper to wipe it clean, then went to the utility room to take out the medicine box, treated the wound, and put on a band-aid.

After returning to the kitchen, William Z Baker hastily prepared fried sausages, onions, and mashed potatoes. An ominous premonition gradually enveloped his heart.

A breeze blew open the curtains in the hall, and the two cars monitoring him were still outside on the side of the road.

The Rice Plague...2015 - Pyrospora oryzae...Artificially Modified...Behind the Scenes...Paper...

After some brainstorming, William Z Baker remembered his son's research results, and he immediately reacted to the notorious American biological laboratory.

There may be a problem with Marcus's laboratory. If there is no matter of Pyrella oryzae, maybe he will not doubt the other party's motives. Now the other party's purpose is very worth pondering.

If Marcus's lab is researching chemical weapons, the results of his son are likely to be used in research on genetically modified viruses and the like.

No, I want to stop all of this. William Z Baker does not allow his son's achievements to become a tool for massacring human beings.

"What is William thinking?" Simbeck, who had just finished taking a shower, asked.

"Eh... Sim, let's eat first."

During the meal, William Z Baker calmly gave his son a look, then spread the mashed potatoes on the plate, and wrote on the mashed potatoes with a knife.

[There are bugs in the room, don't talk]

Simbeck's face changed, and he looked at his father calmly continuing to write and draw on the mashed potatoes.

After a meal, Simbeck has realized the seriousness of the matter.

After eating, I looked at my father's laptop again. The death rate of biologists or medical scientists in the world was on it. As expected, there has been an abnormal surge in the past two years.

Coupled with the fact that his father's personal freedom is restricted and monitored, he feels angry and terrified.

Thinking that his own achievements would become the executioner's sharp blade and be used to slaughter human beings, Simbeck would rather not have researched this achievement.

Chapter 251 Parting Ways

After a sleepless night, Simbeck finally made a decision, a difficult decision.

Inside a coffee shop on Karl Marx Street in the southeastern part of Berlin.

Simbeck waited with a tired face. He was waiting for Eric Fan, another author of the paper, to arrive. The waiter had just put a cup of black coffee and a cup of milk tea on the table.

Walking in from the door of the coffee shop, a tall and thin young man in a gray windbreaker, under his pale blond hair was a pair of slightly emerald green eyes.

"Good morning, Sim."

"Eric, good morning." Simbeck said with some embarrassment: "I have something I want to talk to you about."

Eric Fan took a sip from the milk tea shop and glanced at the haggard Sim Baker: "I was too excited and didn't sleep all night."

"..." Simbeck hesitated again and again, but still spoke his own voice: "I... I decided to give up working in the Marcus laboratory."

cough!Eric Fan hurriedly put down the cup of milk tea and asked in disbelief, "Why did you decide to give up working in Marcus's laboratory?"

Licking his dry lips, Simbeck nodded sadly.

"Why?" Eric Fan said, shaking his head.

"Because of this..." Simbeck slid a post-it note down the table.

Eric Fan looked at the content of the note, his face became cloudy and uncertain, his eyes were full of struggles, obviously he couldn't let go of that honor.

The Marcus laboratory promised that only two people agreed to go there, and they would work hard in the future. They won the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

"Sim, this is just your father's guess. I don't think Marcus Lab will do such a thing."

"Eric, wake up! The whole genome of P. oryzae can be determined with our laboratory equipment. I believe my father."

"But there are so many biological laboratories in this world, why do you think that Marcus's laboratory created this super fungus?"

Listening to the increasingly excited voice, Simbeck knew that the other party was already defending the devil, and he said with a slightly sad expression:

"Eric, you should know who the controller behind Marcus Lab is. Even if Marcus Lab doesn't have this tendency, it doesn't mean the people behind them don't."

"It's ridiculous. Just because of a conspiracy theory, you are willing to give up your hard work for the past three years. If you don't want to, forget it."

After Eric Fan finished speaking, he pulled out his chair and left.

"Ah..." Stretching out his hand, Simbeck finally hung down weakly, looking at Eric Fan's receding back, he could only hope that he was thinking too much about all this.

After paying the bill in a daze, he walked aimlessly on the street and unknowingly came to the statue of Karl Marx.

Suddenly, a faint tulip scent came from one side, and only then did he notice a girl beside him.

"Why not go to the Marcus lab"

Simbeck's pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing became short of breath.

"Who are you"