Encounter of future farming and cultivation of immortals

All three people present were stunned.

Lin Luan heard the fat old man stammering last night in Curly's arms with a faint smell of disinfectant: "You, have you changed the matching program?"

Curly's "hehe" laughter came from his head, and he gave a proud "hmm."

Lin Luan trembled, and raised his head from Curly Hair's embrace, and saw Curly Hair's crooked mouth and the old man's wide-open eyes staring at him in disbelief.

...they used mind control drugs, for sure!

...If it wasn't for the severe damage to the spiritual consciousness, how could I be confused by such a simple illusion/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Feeling deeply insulted, Lin Luan backed away quickly until the smooth wall was pasted behind him.

The old man sighed: "He is still a child, don't play too much."

Curly-haired child smiled: "Don't worry about it. I guarantee that it will still be the whole thing in your hands after I die."

old man...

Lin Luan...you go away!

The old man casually clicked a button on the wall, a rectangular hole appeared, pushed out a simple metal chair, and then closed it again.

The old man put the chair in front of Curly and sat upright, as if negotiating.

Curly Hair frowned, and before the old man could speak, he rushed to say, "I won't resign, I won't be hospitalized," and glanced at Lin Luan, "Now I won't hand him over to you. What else can I say?"

The expression on the old man's face didn't change at all, obviously he already had some experience in dealing with the scene in front of him.He returned and took a small round table and another chair of the same style from the wall, motioning to Curly: "Sit."

Curly raised his head slightly like a sophomore in high school, saying: I won't.

The old man turned around and took out a bottle of liquid that was obviously wine from the box behind him. There was still fine water mist hanging on the body of the bottle, which made the brownish-yellow liquid in the transparent bottle very attractive.

The old man poured himself a glass and put the other in front of the opposite chair.Picking up his cup, took a sip slowly, and turned on the spiritual mentor mode.

"Pingping", as soon as the words came out, Curly Maoer frowned and made a "disgusting" expression.

"Pingping, I happened to be on duty at the hospital on the day you were born. Your father ran over happily and hugged you to show me. You were only this big at the time, oh no, you need to be smaller, this big. Red and wrinkled, It was very ugly. At that time, I thought, how come this child has not inherited any good genes."

Curly was tired from standing, so he pulled a chair and sat down, propped his cheeks with his hands, and looked away helplessly.

"Now, you have grown up so much. And you are very good, and you are smarter and more intelligent than other children." The old man held the cup, staring at the transparent brown liquid in the cup. With a yellow mark, the outside is covered with a faint white mist. "If Xiao Liya is still alive, she should be as old as you. I thought back then that you might be a good candidate for a son-in-law."

Curly picked up the cup in front of him, took a deep sip, and stared at the old man: "It's your fault, I told you earlier."

The old man held the cup tightly, his knuckles turned white, and said softly, "I know, it's my fault. I should have listened to you earlier." After taking another sip, he looked at Curly with dark and far-sighted eyes, "What will I do to you after your parents are gone?"

Curly poured himself a glass: "Sometimes I feel like I've taken Leah's place."

The old man stared at Curly and said weakly: "Pingping, Old Yot is 140 years old this year, and you are the only family member. I will do my best. I hope you will go back with me, and let me spend the limited time Take it easy."

Curly Mao'er poured another glass of wine, drank it down, then threw the glass on the table, spread it on the chair, and said with a smile: "Will you cure me when I go back with you?"

Old Yot lowered his head and remained silent.

Curly poured another cup, and said with a smile: "Your laboratory is considered the highest level of existence in the community, right? You still specialize in genetic research and cloning and organ cultivation. The medical level of the right ear is still at the same level. In the last century. You can’t do it with all your strength, I can’t think of anything.” Then I threw the cup in my hand anywhere, and the cup drew a parabola in the air and hit the long-haired carpet, sending out a sound. There was a muffled sound.

"I," Curly pointed his nose with his long index finger, "I, don't be locked up in the laboratory at the last time, with tubes inserted all over my body, scanned every day, a tooth will be taken for a while, and a bone marrow will be extracted for a while. I just want to stay in peace for a few days."

"You," turning a finger to Old Yotte, "are so selfish."

Old Yotte pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

"Back then, Liya clearly had a chance to be saved. You, it was you, held your glorious and great idea of ​​community: citizens of the community should respect every citizen's equal right to life, you had your professional ethics as a doctor, and the source of donations did not Scarcity, but nervousness, Leah’s trademark will definitely get a corresponding donated heart within the safety period. Hehe, as a result, your Leah is about to undergo surgery soon, and the heart that originally belonged to Leah is now beating in the Blue Jay in some old immortal body! Is he lined up? He's even just routinely renewing body parts!"

Tears glistened in Old Yot's eyes, and what glistened in the tears was deep hatred.

"You," Curly's long finger pointed at Old Yotte like a gun, "You are so ridiculous, you were still a staunch member of the organization that banned human organ cloning, hahaha."

Curly grabbed the bottle and poured it down his mouth, not a drop left.He shook the bottle and found that it was really gone, so he raised his hand and threw the bottle at Old Yotte.

The force of the throw was not strong, so the speed was not fast. The old man on the opposite side could easily dodge by turning sideways, but he didn't.The bottom of the bottle hit Old Yot's shoulder firmly, causing Old Yot to stagger back with his chair, and then fell on the carpet with a "boom".

For a moment, a look of worry and shame appeared on Curly's face, but in the next second, after seeing that Old York was not injured, he stood up and shouted at the poor old man: "You hypocrites! The whole community They are all controlled by you hypocritical people! Cloning and cloning organs are not ethical, but robbing others of their chances of survival is! Those people outside, those, those—those—and those—"

The gun turned into a long finger has now become a direction marker, pointing in all directions: "Everyone speaks beautiful words all day long, full of humanity, benevolence, light, equality... In fact, they use these sounding words all the time Killing, killing, do you understand? Killing! Doesn’t the blue bird look good? Bright? Everyone adores it, right?”

Curly laughed, gritted his teeth, stared at his hands, turned them over and over carefully: "Actually, the blue bird is just an illusion, and there is no one in it. This community is controlled by underground demons, and everyone lives in the blue bird." The illusions derived from the birds are all fake, fake, fake..."

Curly suddenly burst into tears, buried his head between his legs, choked up in a low voice at first, and then burst into tears, "Woooooooo~oooooooo~" It sounded extremely miserable.

While Lin Luan was stunned, Old Yote hugged Curly in his arms, patted him on the back, and gently coaxed him: "Pingping, okay, okay, let's stop crying, Pingping is the best... "

Lin Luan... feels a little sick...

Curly cried for a long time.Lin Luan felt that he was crying all the water out of his body.Only then did he get out of Old Yotte's arms, and stared blankly at the old man, like a ignorant puppy, obviously not sober.

While patting him, the old man discussed with him in a soft voice: "I have cried too much, can you come with me?"

Curly shook his head firmly: "Not good!"

Old Yotte frowned, looked at Lin Luan, and discussed again: "Then let me take him away, you can't take care of him like this."

Curly continued to shake his head firmly: "No! He belongs to me, you can't take away everything that belongs to me!"

Old Yot thought for a while, and coaxed: "Then Pingping go to bed now, okay?"

Curly continued to shake his head firmly: "Not good."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Curly-haired child, with deep eyes: "Accuse this cannibalistic society..."

Old Yotte sighed: "I still have an experiment to watch at night, if you can't take care of yourself, you should follow me."

Curly grabbed the bed in fear, and said hoarsely, "If you kill me, I won't leave!"

Old Yot frowned again, giving up communicating with the drunk.Turning around, he said to Lin Luan: "Little guy, for his safety, I will continue to put you in the dream support warehouse, and I will come to see you again tomorrow.

Lin Luan... Well, no matter what, today is considered safe.

Old Yot is obviously much more reliable than the curly hair on the ground.He turned up the temperature in the room so that he wouldn't catch a cold even if he slept on the carpet.Then he also gave Lin Luan a red pill and a glass of water, and asked him to go to the bathroom.

Lin Luan thought over and over in the metal bathroom, his physical strength had recovered a little bit, should he take advantage of the opportunity of only one old man here, knock him down and escape?But Old Yot doesn't look weak, his muscles are more obvious than curly hair.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, Lin Luan gave up on this idea.

Old Yot had just taken blood from Curly's arm and was packing up the instruments.Lin Luan saw that he lifted the heavy box full of metal instruments with only one hand, and then held him by the collar of the curly hair like an old cat picking up a kitten, and put him by the wall.A thick mattress had been laid there, and half of Curly's body sank into it.

Before closing the barn door, Old Yote actually kissed Lin Luan on the cheek, and said kindly, "My child, I hope you are safe during this time."

The barn door was closed, the green light was lit up, and a faint smell permeated the air.

Lin Luan thought, what the hell is "Ping An", why does it sound so scary...