After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

Mo Qinglan brought the abnormal sample back to the laboratory - he didn't have the ability to see the problem with his eyes alone.

Even though he has a system in place, he still has to be wary of these individuals paying attention to him.

He has never heard of anyone who has the ability to see the essential problem with the naked eye.

Besides, he didn't plan to stay outside for long, he just wanted to give these novices some guidance.

Now that their work is on track, it's almost time for him to return to the laboratory.

After such a trip, the only thing I didn't expect was this thing that suddenly appeared.

According to Simon, he suspected that it was a parasite, but after bringing the military doctor over for examination, he ruled out this speculation. However, Mo Qinglan looked at it and was twisting around on the ground, which looked a bit like the one Su Nianwei gave him before called "Twist." "Twigs of snacks..."

Forget it, he'd better take this thing back.

If you can check it yourself, check it yourself. If you can't find it out, then submit it to the system.

He always felt that this thing seemed to have its own ideas, and the seeds he scattered didn't seem to be very lethal to it, so he planned to take it back to study it.

Out of caution, Mo Qinglan did not let others come into direct contact with this thing. He even used tools to stuff it into a special box - there was a certain amount of crystallized residual energy in the box.

Sure enough, as soon as it was put in, the branch seemed to have been drained of its life, and it shrank in the corner of the box, looking aggrieved.

Mo Qinglan didn't understand how he could see the emotion of "grievance" from a branch until he took the box back to the laboratory.

This kind of thing seems outrageous when you think about it, right?

Mo Qinglan took a look and saw that it was huddled in the corner, so he didn't worry too much. After closing the box with the mechanical claw he made, he didn't come closer. He just used the mechanical claw to carry the box. go back.

"I'll take it back to the laboratory for research first. If you find anything wrong, please contact me immediately." Mo Qinglan shouted to the busy people.

Zhu Lin gave him an internal communicator in their station. Affected by the polluted area, the general communicator signal will be interfered. Their internal communicator has established a separate base station for internal use only in the station.

Generally speaking, there is one per person, and they are used from the time they are assigned to the station until they die, there are not many.

But who asked those people to seek death last time?

Doesn’t that mean you are really committing suicide? There are only so many communicators left.

Anyway, in Zhu Lin's eyes, Mo Qinglan was considered half of their station - mainly because the riots were coming, and it would be good to have one more person to help.

He has no other way now to grab some people from outside to help.

Mo Qinglan left with the box, and those who stayed behind continued to work without stopping their hands or mouths.

"The professor is still awesome, he can kill these things just by sprinkling seeds." As the man said this, he grabbed a handful of seeds from his pocket and sprinkled them out.

"That's right, who would have believed this a few years ago?" The person assigned to work with him heard what he said and replied.

"Let me see, sir, you are still very good. Isn't there a saying like that? What does it say, 'Knowing pearls with a keen eye'? Only those who can find someone for us will come back!"