Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The stable value of the criminal's brain area fluctuated violently.

The piercing sirens resounded throughout the institute, making eardrums ache and dizzy.

The director hurried to the surveillance hall in his pajamas, and angrily yelled at the researcher, "Turn off the alarm!"

The siren was turned off as the researcher hurriedly fumbled, and the hall was once again silent.

But the fluctuating lines on the screen did not return to normal after the alarm sound was lifted.

The director asked with a serious face: "What happened?"

The researcher on the side paled: "We don't know...we only know that all the data just now has been skyrocketing, and the criminal's brain wave range has exceeded a thousand times the range of normal people's brain waves in an instant... Now the technicians are trying to retrieve The specific data in Pandora, but..."

"but what?"

The director gave the researcher in front of him a stern look.

The researcher swallowed timidly, and said: "But... Pandora's index seems to be also affected by the fluctuation value of the criminal's brain, and almost no one can obtain the internal data in this situation..."

He looked down at the data report in front of him, then turned to look at the director, and asked for instructions:

"Do you want to forcibly disconnect the criminal's brain from Pandora?"

The director's face is not very good-looking.

He shook his head slowly: "No, it's too dangerous now - the criminal's brain and Pandora have achieved a certain synchronization in the previous two virtual worlds, although I don't know the reason for it, But if the link is forcibly cut off under such circumstances, if any accident occurs, the result will be beyond our responsibility."

"Then...?" The researcher was at a loss.

The director said with a gloomy face: "All personnel are mobilized to monitor the brain activity of criminals. Once they leave the dangerous area, even if they do not enter the normal level, the link will be disconnected immediately. We cannot afford a second loss."

"Yes." The researcher nodded vigorously, turned and ran away.

The director gritted his teeth in frustration, lowered his head and turned around twice, as if a little uneasy.

In the corner, a small metal robot is hidden in the darkness. The protective color on the shell makes it perfectly hidden in the surrounding environment. Almost no one notices its existence. There are two small green lights on its head , blinking twice like eyes.

The director clicked a few times on his optical computer, and on the metal wall beside him, a door that had never been opened before slowly opened.

He walked quickly towards the door.

The little metal robot followed and disappeared behind the closed door with him.

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Gosho is chaotic.

He didn't know who he was, let alone where he was.

The only sensation he can feel is heat.

It was too hot.

It was as if the flesh and skin all over his body were scorched by thousands of degrees of hot flames, all the water evaporated from the scorched skin, tissue fluid and blood flowed from the dry and cracked muscles, but they were immediately dried before flowing onto the skin.

This hot feeling seems to be burning from the inside of the body.

All the internal organs were thrown into the boiling magma and rolled, and the spinal cord and bones gurgled under the high temperature, causing unbearable itching and pain.

So hot.

Gosho is in pain.

The manic and violent emotions were stimulated by the high fever, and the amazing desire to destroy overturned the cage created by reason. Every inch of his body was clamoring for killing and aggression, destroying every existence that stood in front of him, and tearing apart every creature that caused such a situation. The culprit of unbearable pain.

His body and spirit seemed to be divided into two completely different existences.

Ge Xiu was floating in the air, listening to his body mechanically asking in a daze:

"Where are you taking me?"

This sentence... so familiar.

It was as if, long, long ago, he had heard it - heard it - or said it out of his own throat - what's the difference?

But when he heard these words, the huge emotions welling up from the depths of his body couldn't be faked.

These emotions are too complicated and strange.

Gosho could hardly make out the specific connotation.

All he knew was that the feeling made him feel unbearable pain.

This kind of pain is even more unbearable than the pain of skinning and cramping in the previous world. It makes Ge Xiu's mind ache, as if something is trying to break through the barrier and return to his body.

in the pool.

The mermaid who had been peaceful just now suddenly became irritable, her brows were tightly furrowed as if in rage, her bright lips stained red by blood were pursed into a tight straight line, and her gorgeous blue-purple eyes were narrowed, as if she was going through a It was like a silent torture.

But he clenched his teeth tightly and didn't make a sound.

The sharp nails scratched deep claw marks on the edge of the pool, and the huge tail fin flapped frantically in the water.

The blood-stained pool water splashed in all directions, flowing wantonly along the ground around the pool.

Lovett stood a few steps away.

The other guards had been dispatched individually, and now he was alone in the glass room once again.

Staring at Gexiu's expression, Lovett's heart ached like a knife.

Power, wealth, status, none of them can be used at this moment, and there is no way to relieve the pain and torture of his mermaid. He has never been so powerless.

He wished he could replace him with his own body.

But nothing can be done.

At this moment, several mermaid experts in nightgowns staggered in with stacks of materials and equipment, all panting—they had already known the cause and effect on the communicator, and by then but

Lovett's eyes lit up, he walked towards them quickly, and asked impatiently:

"Do you have a solution?"

The leading expert was quite old, his bald head was covered with beads of sweat, and even the white hair next to him was wet with sweat, sticking to his head wetly.

Tremblingly, he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and then said:

"Well, the potion that induces mermaids to go into heat is actually sex hormones. It's not difficult to reverse it, but..."

Rowett narrowed his eyes and repeated, "But...?"

There was something dangerous in his voice.

The expert trembled and spoke faster: "But I'm afraid Mr. Gexiu is not exactly a mermaid!"

He rummaged through the documents held by the person behind him and found a thick file folder. His fingers as old as rotten wood trembled as he turned the paper over, and then handed one of the pages to Lovett. , pointing to him:

"During this period of time, we decoded Mr. Gexiu's gene and found that only part of his gene sequence is the same as that of the mermaid, and the remaining 80.00% sequence is completely unknown..." Even now, his voice is still full of Confused and puzzled: "We screened and compared the unknown genes in his body with the known animal genes in nature, but so far we haven't found any matching sequences..."

The expert flipped through the information and explained as he flipped through:

"So we tried to trace the source of his genetic information through this part of the known genes, and conducted a comparative study based on the relevant water quality and aquatic survey reports in the sea area where he lived..."

Lovett frowned: "What do you want to say?"

The expert slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said tremblingly: "According to the information displayed by the genome, it can be deduced that Mr. Gexiu's father and mother are completely purebred mermaids, and even...he himself lived in that water area. , and definitely an out-and-out mermaid."

He finally found the page he wanted to show Lovett.

After a long period of time without any ups and downs, the graph recording genetic changes suddenly rises near the end, forming an almost straight broken line, and all the bright colored lines suddenly become active, rising extremely violently. down and down.

Lovett frowned slowly.

He stared at the changing node: "This..."

The expert seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and replied quickly:

"It was a month ago, that's right."

"A month ago, his gene underwent a drastic mutation, only a small part of the mermaid gene remained, and the rest is completely unknown."

He raised his hand to wipe his sweaty forehead, and the speed of his speech was uncontrollably accelerated: "The sight line of research is still too short, if we can give us a little more time, we might be able to find a more accurate time point, combined with the location at that time Combined with the environment and the amount of radiation around it, it may be possible to find out what caused such a large-scale genetic mutation—"

At this moment, there was a loud splash in the pool.

The mermaid swam restlessly in the pool, its powerful tail fins were swinging in the water, and the rocks and even other facilities under the pool were directly smashed when swept by the tail.

He was aimlessly attacking everything around him within his reach—both dead and alive.

The blood-stained pool water was rolling with waves, and the mermaid's fast-moving figure and increasingly violent attack behavior could be seen.

"Why does the estrus agent have such a reaction on him?"

Lovett asked solemnly.

The expert wiped the sweat from his head again, and then replied with some uncertainty: "This situation is very likely related to the mutated gene, but...according to the information you provided us earlier and the surveillance video of him drunk. Look, it might be a psychological factor..."

"Psychological factors?" Lovett frowned.

"Yes. Back then, after drinking, he also showed extremely aggressive behavior. In fact, for mermaids, alcohol and estrus agents work on the same principle. Alcohol interferes with the nervous system and leads to behavioral disorders. And the estrus agent acts on the area of ​​the brain that controls the gonads, leading to the loss of the control mechanism for sexual desire, making the mermaids occupied by the strong desire for fertility and reproduction, and enter the estrus period."

The expert said so much in one breath, took a little while, and finally concluded:

"So, maybe, he subconsciously rejects this dominated state subconsciously, so alcohol and estrus drugs will cause him to have the same aggressive behavior-this kind of indiscriminate attack and killing. In animal psychology, It’s a state of overprotection following extreme stimulation.”

overprotective...

Lovett was in a trance for a few seconds, subconsciously flashing a question he had thought about before.

Mermaids curl up subconsciously when they fall asleep... Does it mean that they are extremely insecure like humans?

He stared deeply at the figure of the mermaid below the water surface, his gaze as dark as night.

——What exactly have you experienced?

The expert continued: "But in a sense, this is also good news for us."

He swallowed his saliva, and then went on:

"If this abnormal aggressive behavior is caused by psychological factors, it means that even though his gene sequence is only 20.00% identical to the mermaid, the estrus agent has the same effect on him as it did on the mermaid Yes, that means that reversal drugs are likely to be equally effective."

Lovett struggled to look away from the pool water, and his voice became dry and hoarse at some point:

"how much time is required?"

"Half an hour." Beads of sweat ooze from the expert's forehead again: "If you're lucky, two, two 10 minutes."

"it is good."

Lovett glanced at the group of silent experts behind him: "Don't waste a second, understand?"

"Yes Yes."

After the footsteps of the group of mermaid experts left, the glass room returned to silence.

Lovit fixedly stared at the sparkling water surface under the moonlight, and then slowly stepped forward as if bewitched.

A picture flashed subconsciously in his mind.

Or a fleeting thought.

To be precise, it is a word.

A word that Gosho once murmured in a low voice - it seems that it has never appeared in the education he experienced and the culture he grew up in, but for some reason, Lovett has a feeling of familiarity.

He hesitated for two seconds, and finally, purely rational logical thinking was overcome by some strange call in his heart.

The upper and lower lips touched, the tip of the tongue lightly touched the palate, a word with a peculiar pronunciation gushed out from the depths of the throat, swirled and vibrated in the mouth, and then blurted out as if out of control.

After the syllables were exported and transmitted to the brain again through the cochlea, Lovett found out what he had said belatedly.

He is saying:

"Pandora."