Nonhuman Evolution Guide

Wieland's head and face were full of protozoa, and the black mucus flowed down the hair, and then flowed into the detection suit along the neck, completely disappearing the protective effect brought by the suit.

The great scientist didn't respond to Zhang Lin's friendship, but asked blankly, "How much time do I have left?"

Zhang Lin sympathized with Wieland a little bit, why don't you wear a helmet? Why? Even if the oxygen filtration mechanism inside is not perfect, it's better than being almost strangled to death and covered with fatal liquid.

But for a great scientist, when his own life is threatened... the potential that can be unleashed is more than 01:30.Zhang Lin's description of the plot of "Prometheus" by Wieland can be said to be quite detailed, including how the protozoa infected the worms in the soil, how the alienated worms attacked humans, and turned humans into homicidal zombified monster.

As for the other story about being infected with a protozoa and giving birth to a parasitic worm, and then parasitizing an engineer to give birth to a little blue servant, Zhang Lin only told the first half.But in any case, Wieland knows that being infected with the protozoa is definitely not a good thing—Zhang Lin is actually a little bit moved. If he reveals something more, Will Wieland try to have sex with David? Give birth to some kind of cyborg alien facehugger.

However, Zhang Lin just thought about such an unreliable matter, and then replied to Wieland nonchalantly: "I don't know the exact time, I feel that it is about three or four hours, which is probably enough for the black captain." It's like having a fling with the archaeologists—did you really eat the protozoa?"

This is obviously nonsense. When the face is full of protozoa, what kind of sealed lips are needed to prevent it from being eaten by mistake?

Zhang Lin suddenly remembered something, "Come with me, some people should know how much time has passed."

Of course, Zhang Lin couldn't avoid contact with the protozoa this time. When the spaceship fell, they all rolled into a ball on the ground, and it was impossible not to come into contact with the protozoa.But even if he didn't roll to the ground, Zhang Lin's bare-legged outfit didn't look like he was trying to avoid it—since the original body didn't kill him last time, there was no reason to die this time.

He never thought that Wieland would honestly study the protozoa for him, but now, Mr. Scientist seems to have no choice—and due to an accident, it was earlier than Zhang Lin imagined.

Sorry, this is Alien's home field.

Wieland got up in a trance, closed his eyes for a while, and pulled himself together, and told David: "Get things in order, find a safer place and set up the laboratory——quickly."

The robot replied without any sense of urgency, "Yes, sir."

"Mr. Wieland," Zhang Lin said, "several little bugs were poking at you just now, I warned them not to come over - but once I leave, they may not be obedient. So I suggest you come with me Is it okay to delay ten minutes to meet those people?"

Zhang Lin was standing and talking without back pain, but Wieland didn't say anything, just glanced at the corpse of the alienated worm next to him, "Is this the one?"

"It looks so soft and cute," Zhang Lin said softly, "but that corpse over there is their little masterpiece." The other corpse had already revived itself to catch up to Prometheus and kill him.

Just as Wieland was about to turn his eyes away, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the alienated worm for a long time, then his eyes slowly fell on Zhang Lin's tail.

"That's it, that's it, right?" Wieland grabbed Zhang Lin's collar excitedly, "Is this the key to mutating the positive sequence in your gene into a reverse sequence? This—what you call Bug things, what were they before they mutated?"

"Bugs," Zhang Lin shrugged, "They are bugs." Alienated worms and aliens do have similarities in shape, and they both give people a sticky feeling, so it's no wonder Wieland immediately guessed to the connection between them.

"Shocking...no, exciting." Wieland muttered to himself, and suddenly turned to Zhang Lin, "I need your genetic sample."

"Of course." Zhang Lin smiled.

As an impeccable robot, David sorted out the items quite quickly. Zhang Lin and Wieland didn't help much, and the items scattered on the ground were quickly re-stacked neatly— —The difference from just now is that the airtight packaging is covered with sticky protozoa.

The three humanoids are the same as these items, making them look like they almost sneaked out of an oil factory.

"Mr. Wieland," Zhang Lin said suddenly before the three of them were about to walk out of the cargo hold, "are you really not going to see that man—I think I should say sorry, because I promised you The one in that one has probably turned into a dead man, but the other... don't you need a real 'David'?"

Wieland, who had always been abnormally calm about death, suddenly grabbed Zhang Lin's collar again, but this time his expression was angry.The great scientist gritted his teeth, every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "Maybe you've forgotten, but if I don't hurry up... I'm going to die, understand?"

Zhang Lin looked at Wieland, and took his fingers away without expression, "Okay, as you said—"

"Zhang!" A loud voice echoed in the oxygen mask suddenly appeared.

Zhang Lin was startled, but the voice was very familiar, and he reacted immediately.

The three homeboys supported a cripple, holding a big bag nervously and poking their heads in this direction.A smile appeared on Zhang Lin's face.

"Why didn't you hide in other spaceships?" Zhang Lin walked over, the four homeboys scrambled back a few steps, and Raj put the big bag on his chest vigilantly.

Zhang Lin stopped.

"No, we shouldn't back down, Leonard." Sheldon's familiar nervousness made Zhang Lin feel more cordial, "My shout just now has verified that this is Zhang."

"But you're at the end of us, Sheldon!" Leonard said impatiently.

Only then did Zhang Lin realize that he had changed his appearance. Now even if he went back with the four nerds, they would have reason to believe that he was a real human being—at least even if he didn't take Petunia as a hostage, they probably wouldn't call the police up.

Although Petunia's hostage seems to be very happy.

"Your accent is weirder than mine," Raj said with a grin. "What do you think—is that the alien's accent?"

Zhang Lin's good mood disappeared.

"Are you really... are you really Zhang?" Leonard took the lead to normalize a little, "Sheldon said it must be your tail—but Howard said your hearing can't be that bad."

Before Zhang Lin could answer, Howard limped on one leg and retorted: "That's just a discussion about the possibility. Your description seems like I'm slandering this Mr. Alien—that's definitely not true, Mr. Alien."

Zhang Lin glanced at the tail of his bone that was dragging on the ground, and understood that he was still not a human being no matter what—but this might be a barrier to ordinary people, but although nerds were a little scared, it seemed, could, seemed , and thought he was a bit cool, which was why they were always willing to approach him.

Although it has something to do with him threatening them from time to time—but if this is the whole reason, the nerds won't be so trembling to come to him because of this, right?

"Something happened, that's why I became like this - aren't you afraid of dying in the mouth of alienated worms? How dare you come here." Zhang Lin said, "Introduction, this is Mr. Wieland; It's..." He struggled with how to describe it, "Scientists."

"Physicist," Sheldon corrected, and added a few seconds later, "Theoretical physicist."

Wieland sneered.

"He seems to have a problem with theoretical physics?" Raj asked Howard in a low voice.

"Obviously," Howard said emphatically, "but does he look like a woman—you don't have to talk in my ear!"

"No." These whispered conversations obviously irritated Wieland, making him look even more disdainful than before. "I like theoretical physicists very much-at least they write good science fiction."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and Sheldon suddenly looked like an inflated balloon, looking at Wieland hostilely, pursing his lips as if trying to refute.

It's a pity that Sheldon has a quirk, that is, he must have a theoretical basis to refute the other party-but a certain great inventor can be said to be successful in any way.

Zhang Lin folded his chest and smiled: "Don't be angry, he is dying, and he is not in a good mood."

Wieland's face darkened for a moment.

Poor Sheldon——Zhang Lin mouthed to a certain physicist who was thinking hard when he passed in front of Sheldon.

Shelton puffed out his mouth and tilted his neck, holding his breath to watch Zhang Lin walk past him.

"I've decided to hate him—do you agree, Leonard? Anyway, whether you agree or not, I'm going to change our roommate agreement—you have to hate people I hate..."

"Sheldon!" Leonard said, "You can't whisper behind someone's back, especially..." Leonard lowered his voice, "You know, him."

"He no longer has the hearing of the alien!" Sheldon retorted softly.

Zhang Lin was so annoyed by hearing this, he felt the desire to throw Sheldon this way and that and then another.

Wait—his hearing?