Encounter of future farming and cultivation of immortals

Lin Luan opened his eyes in pain.

There was a fat old bearded Caucasian guy trying to remove something like a syringe from his neck, and the pain was coming from there.

Lin Luan subconsciously wanted to escape, but found that his hands and feet were tied, and he struggled twice, but it was completely useless.

Lin Luan was a little dazed.A person who has cultivated immortality since he was sensible has never been tied up to draw blood.In his eyes, things like ropes are no different from boiled noodles.Now... the physical body is indeed a burden.

The fat old man saw that he was awake, and said something with a smile on his face.

A mocking grunt came from nearby.Lin Luan turned his head and saw that the metal capsule-shaped object was a bed, and the curly-haired man was sitting on the bed with the metal cover folded, looking at it with interest.

The fat old man thought for a while, then turned around and put the blood sample in the box behind him, as if he pressed a button, there was a slight high-speed rotation sound in the room.Then he put a small thing like a bluetooth headset on Lin Luan's ear, and he also wore the same one.

The fat old man laughed again, this time Lin Luan clearly heard him ask in a hoarse voice: "Son, how much do you know?"

Lin Luanmo, seeing a dead body, what is it?Have you reached the standard of dying?

The fat old man waited for a long time. Seeing that the child in the corner did not respond, he frowned slightly, took off his bluetooth headset, and twisted it around.

Lin Luan heard the sound of an old-fashioned radio spinning rapidly.

Curly jumped out of the bed, walked to the box, and said with a little surprise: "There is no record."

The fat old man stopped fiddling immediately, leaned over to look, and kept pressing various buttons.After a long while, I stopped to look at Lin Luan carefully for a while, then turned to ask Maoer: "Is it true that your skills are not up to standard... and there is a hidden database?"

The curly hair immediately "bah": "What are you thinking, like walking on flat ground, how about walking on flat ground! If it wasn't for me back then, you are still attending the exchange meeting in the hospital right now."

The fat old man stretched out his hand and stroked Curly's head twice to comfort him: "I know, I know."

Curly was soothed like a dog.After many more button presses, he finally asserted: "There is indeed no record, neither does the community, nor does the right ear."

The two of them stared at Lin Luan, Curly said in a sharp tone suppressed excitement: "He has never used any public facilities, never taken bone marrow, never had vaccinations, never received public education, never Has used the Internet... What does this mean? Either he has been imprisoned in a closed space that cannot contact the outside world since birth, or, as he himself said, he is a time traveler or an alien."

The fat old man digested it for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Is this a newly formed cloning experiment?"

Curly shook his head: "He can speak the Asian language, and he is quite proficient. This language is very difficult to master, no one can learn it in a short period of time, and all laboratories do not have his corresponding genetic data."

Then there is only one answer left.

The fat old man refused to believe: "Could it be?" He glanced at Curly, "There are laboratories like mine, you don't know they exist."

The curly-haired man stared at the fat old man for a long time with a standard smiling face showing eight teeth.

The fat old man lowered his head: "Well... you are the strongest, that's fine."

The three of them didn't speak, Curly and the old man looked at each other silently, Lin Luan could see from their eyes that their brains were running fast.

After a while, Curly seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked a little excitedly: "Are the organs of aliens very valuable?"

The fat old man thought for a while, then turned around and walked out of the room. When he came back, he had two more cups in his hand, and said while drinking, "Not only the organs, but the whole thing is very valuable."

Curly took the cup and sniffed it, a gray smile that couldn't tell whether it was happiness or frustration appeared on his face: "Doctor, it's nice to be your patient. Those people in the hospital don't give me these drinks."

The bearded man looked up at the sky, and said in a helpless and emotional voice: "There is only so much left in this bottle of wine. Who drank the others? You, do whatever you want."

Curly lowered his head, wishing he could tuck his head in his crotch, suddenly raised his head to stare at Lin Luan, and asked quietly, "Tell me, if I sell him to you, or whoever, can the money be used for a full genetic modification?"

The bearded man didn't look at them, rubbed the cup with an index finger, and asked, "Can it be done after remodeling?"

Another silence, a long silence.

Curly buried his head in his crotch, and the beard stared at the wine glass.

Lin Luan thought, these two people are likely to resell human organs and tissues, the old man is a black doctor, and the curly-haired man is a killer.I happened to pass through Curly's murder scene, and was unfortunately bewitched and caught by him.Currently, the most likely outcome for me is to be killed and sell my organs.

If you want to live, you must show your own value, and you can still use it. It’s a pity to kill it directly to get organs——I am an alien who traveled through time, and the research value is very high. How can I just kill it like this? ah!

But it seems that Curly is sick and needs money urgently, so he probably won't be able to wait too long.And researching something is obviously something that government departments have to do. For the underworld, why should they study data from another time and space—especially Lin Luan, who doesn’t look like it comes from a more technological time and space, basically Don't expect any high-tech weapons to exist - I haven't heard of the underworld being interested in the exploration of ancient civilizations.

At the same time, a special person like Lin Luan is likely to attract the attention of all parties and cause a lot of troubles, and keeping it is obviously more harmful than beneficial.

Therefore, Lin Luan reasoned sadly that it was the best choice for them to kill themselves immediately.

Ah, so you're going to die?The turmoil is over, the thunder is over, the black hole is over, are you going to drown in a small ditch?

How can I not die?

Find out the value of your own life, and use this value as bait or price to save your life.

Here, my greatest value is to be a time traveler. Judging from the fact that the Chinese language is still preserved, I am likely to be a time traveler from the past.As a time traveler, the greatest value is the value of research. If I can live, the most likely ending is to be locked in the laboratory all day, deprived of freedom, and divided into bodies until I die.

It would be better to die now.

So Lin Luan was inevitably depressed for a while.Only for a short while, of course.After negative thoughts hovered over his head for a while, Lin Luan rationally believed that as time went by and space changed, there would always be a chance to escape, and everything would be unknown after escaping.Of course, there is one possibility in this unknown: find a place with abundant aura, quickly repair the physical body, re-cultivate, and continue to stand on top of human beings.

"At that time," Lin Luan stared at Curly and thought angrily, "I'll just break you up. Hmph!"

Curly-haired child with lowered head seemed to feel something, raised his head and looked over, and saw Lin Luan still nestled in the corner, motionless, like a very poor little animal.

The fat old man drank the wine in the glass, walked up to Lin Luan, knelt down and touched Lin Luan's head, and asked in a rough voice, "son, what are you doing here?"

Lin Luan didn't know what to say, so he didn't speak.

The fat old man waited for a while, still staring at Lin Luan, and asked Mao'er: "Let me take him away."

Curly behind him leaned over, raised his chin to make the little animal look up, stretched out his other hand and twisted the little animal's nose.

Lin Luan turned his head in disgust.

Curly said jokingly: "It's fun, I'll raise it first." Then he went to twist the little animal's ears.

The fat old man looked at Curly's hand worriedly: "Take it easy, this is still a child."

"Child?" Curly opened Lin Luan's mouth with force, and hummed while watching: "Maybe it's in their place, he is hundreds of years old, almost dead."

Seeing him playing vigorously, the fat old man turned around and took out a syringe: "I want to get some blood."

Curly Mao'er left Lin Luan aside, rolled up his sleeves nonchalantly, and stretched them out.

The fat old man persuaded: "You can't even support yourself, so you kill him. What a pity."

Curly Mao'er looked at the small hole on his arm, and retorted slyly: "I can't live for a few days, and finally I have something new, and you still want to grab it. Is there any humanity?"

The old man stared at him for a long time, then turned his head and began to pack his things: "I'm leaving, you play slowly. Take it easy and don't let him play you to death."

Curly: "Chi..."

The fat old man pointed to the wall facing the door: "I want to go from here."

Curly Mao'er nodded, but before he finished speaking, a doorway suddenly appeared on the clean and jade-like wall. It was obviously dark outside the doorway, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Everyone in the room shivered.

Curly complained: "Old man, hurry up, you're freezing to death."

The half-meter-square box suddenly disappeared into the hands of the fat old man, and at the same time, a pair of short metal flying wings appeared on his back.The fat old man nodded, jumped up, and flew out of the door opening, which disappeared immediately.

Lin Luan was of course surprised, and even more so, he felt that the future was dark: with their advanced level of technology, it was too difficult to run away and find a place to live in seclusion.

Just looking down and thinking, there was a pair of big feet in front of him, 1.9 meters of curly hair squatted down, and leaned over, his tall nose wanted to stick to Lin Luan's face, a pair of big gray-blue eyes with a wicked smile, With a sticky voice, he said, "Little thing, there are only two of us left now, let's have a chat."