Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

The exchange between the two young men was just an episode for big figures like Chang Zhengyang and Yang Xuanwei.

Yang Xuanwei said that he had contacted a private laboratory and Chang Zhengyang could go there at any time to use the equipment there.

Chang Zhengyang said that their inspection team's daytime schedule was fully booked, so it would be better to go to the laboratory tonight.

Yang Xuanwei had no objection to hearing this. He certainly hoped that Chang Zhengyang could be discharged as soon as possible because Yang Manli would not be able to hold on for a few more years and time was precious to her.

As soon as the cocktail party was over, Yang Xuanwei's men drove them to the private laboratory.

Draw blood. Test...

Time quickly came to the second half of the night. Chang Zhengyang pushed open the door and walked into the corridor. Yang Xuanwei, who had not slept and had drunk five cups of coffee, walked over quickly.

"Professor Chang, you have worked hard. I have prepared a midnight snack for you."

"Director Yang is thoughtful. Well, the results are out. One is good news and the other is bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Yang Xuanwei's expression changed. He glanced nervously at his wife and daughter sleeping on the sofa at the end of the corridor, and asked in a low voice, "I want to hear the bad news first."

Seeing this, Chang Zhengyang turned and walked into the laboratory. Yang Xuanwei hurriedly followed him and gently closed the door.

"The bad news is that I currently have no way to cure their genetic problems."

really!

Yang Xuanwei sighed secretly, and then he realized that Chang Zhengyang meant that there was no cure for the time being. In other words, the other party actually had a way, but because of some unknown conditions, they said there was no cure for the time being.

This is not bad news at all. It is the best news Yang Xuanwei has heard in all these years.

Because the doctors and biologists he had consulted before said that they couldn't figure out the cause of this strange disease.

Only Chang Zhengyang said that there is no way to cure the disease for the time being. He was able to say this, which obviously showed that he had figured out the cause of the disease.

Yang Xuanwei took a deep breath and asked with a cheer: "What about the good news?"

Chang Zhengyang took out a glass bottle and a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed them to Yang Xuanwei, who took it carefully.

The glass bottle was filled with about half a bottle of light red powder, and no one knew what it was.

"The good news is that I have developed a targeted gene inhibitor that should allow your wife to live another twenty years. The molecular formula and synthesis method are on that piece of paper."

"Really, really?"

Yang Xuanwei held the glass bottle tightly, and his voice trembled as he spoke.

Chang Zhengyang did not respond to his question, but paced back and forth in the room, as if he was troubled by some difficult decision.

Yang Xuanwei's heart also went up and down with Chang Zhengyang's pace.

Chang Zhengyang hesitated whether to tell Yang Xuanwei the cause of the strange disease, because at first he also thought it was just a rare disease, a family genetic disease.

But when he actually saw the gene that caused Yang Manli and the others' strange disease, he was surprised to find that this was not a simple, pure family genetic disease, but a backup plan left by someone, well, to be more precise, a life form left over from an unknown prehistoric civilization.

According to the information he saw from that gene, this being who called himself the Snake God implanted this gene into the genes of the Zagrama people in order for them to worship it, using living people to sacrifice to it.

As for why this snake god wanted to sacrifice living people, Chang Zhengyang guessed that it might have something to do with the mind.

Having reached this stage in his practice, he has roughly guessed the common problems of the Zhang family's ancestor and the snake god.

Their evolution got rid of the human form, and they thought they had obtained a more powerful and longer-lasting life form, but they sadly discovered that the evolved brain could not support their souls.

To be precise, their human wisdom is slowly disappearing, so they need the memories of the sacrifices to fill their minds and maintain their humanity.

A typical tragedy caused by software and hardware incompatibility!

He had originally guessed about the condition of the Zhang family's ancestor, and today he observed the genetic information left by the snake god. After comparing the two, he finally confirmed his guess.

The current brain structure of humans has been gradually formed after millions of years of evolution. It would be strange if there were no problems if the snake gods changed their life forms so recklessly.

A transformation of a divine beast, or a transformation of a wild beast?

Chang Zhengyang felt sad for these pioneers. From the perspective of the entire human evolution, they made contributions. At least they used their own experiences to tell later generations that transforming into wild beasts was a dead end.

Sometimes it's good to cross the river by touching other people's butts!

Chang Zhengyang sighed inwardly. He now knew what caused Dumb Zhang's amnesia. To put it bluntly, his memory was forcibly copied by their ancestors. The problem was that this guy's copying ability was very crude...

Damn it, buddy, I have to quickly notify Dumb Zhang not to go to the Bronze Gate!

If the old ancestor knew of his existence and that he wanted to dissect him, the old ancestor might lose his mind, crawl out from the ground, and slap him to death for being a descendant who betrayed his teacher and ancestors.

Then Yang Xuanwei saw Chang Zhengyang suddenly became anxious.

"Director Yang, please wait here for a moment. I forgot to tell you something. I will be back in half an hour."

Without waiting for Yang Xuanwei to speak, Chang Zhengyang ran to the corridor, opened the window and jumped out.

Yang Xuanwei's expression changed drastically when he saw this. This is the eleventh floor. What is Chang Zhengyang doing? Why is he suddenly trying to commit suicide?

It’s a pity that Chang Zhengyang moved too quickly. By the time he reacted, the other party had already jumped down.

boom!

It’s over, the person must have fallen to death!

When Yang Xuanwei heard the bang, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly rushed to the window to look outside.

I thought I would see Chang Zhengyang's body, but now I saw a figure going away. Chasing the cicada in eight steps?

This this……

Yang Xuanwei's mind went blank, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He muttered to himself, "Could he be a master at the Baodan level?"

"Daddy, what was that noise just now?"

Yang Xuanwei closed the window and said softly to Shirley Yang who was rubbing her eyes, "Nothing. By the way, I have good news to tell you."

As expected, Chang Zhengyang came back half an hour later. As soon as he came back, he was warmly welcomed by the Yang family, especially Yang Xuanwei, whose attitude was a little respectful.

"Professor Chang, you just..."

"Oh, it's okay, let's continue our previous topic!"

Chang Zhengyang waved his hand casually. He had just run all the way to the Xinyi Group's office in Paris and used their secret communications to convey a message to Dumb Zhang back home.

Don't leave Yan in the near future

This is a very simple sentence, which no one can understand except him and Dumb Zhang.