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The fat man looked at the mirror very depressed, and there was a slightly obese man reflected in the mirror. His slightly round face was fair and clean. The fat man's skin was always fair, which made him look like he was only raised in captivity. Even in the harsh environment of the seventh district, or under the exposure of the stars, the fat man is just a white pig that has risen from a white pig to a pink one.The face began to become sharp and angular. Since the area of ​​the face has shrunk a lot, the proportion of the facial features has been enlarged several times, and it is no longer as compact as before, and it can be called baby fat at best.The facial features can't be said to be very good, but they are pleasing to the eye anyway - if the fat man doesn't have a wretched look that is cheating his father.His body became much thinner, and he looked fatter and taller.The fat man is actually not very short. The height of 179.45cm is often rounded up and down repeatedly by the fat man, just because the horizontal area of ​​the body has shrunk, which makes people have the illusion that the fat man has grown taller.

The fat man pinched the fat around his waist. Although his current weight was still a bit higher than the standard weight, it had shrunk significantly compared to before.

"Damn! I'm really going to become a jerk!?" In the empty room, the fat man was cursing. He always hated those glib jerks. One of the important reasons is that the fat man suffered from the hands of the little boy in the past.And now, he was about to step into the ranks of his most hated little boys, which made Fatty feel extremely troubled.

The fat man frowned, and stretched the skin at the corner of his left eye with his fingers: "Damn it! That 'eye shit' is getting more and more obvious."

The "eye feces" in the fat man's mouth is a reddish mole on the lower right of the fat man's left eye. It is not big, it should be said to be very small. In the past, if you don't look carefully, you will basically ignore it because of its size and color. .But as the proportion of the fat man's face decreased, the mole became more and more obvious.

The fat man scratched the red mole irritably, as if trying to pull it out of the flesh, until the area under the corner of his left eye was scratched red, and then he stopped resentfully.Recently, I started to lose weight inexplicably. Although I ate well and slept well during this time, and I didn't have that damn stallion job, but the fat man continued to lose weight.This kind of change seems to be cumulative. There was basically nothing in the first week, but his weight change became more obvious as the time went on.The change in weight and appearance made the fat man feel an indescribable sense of panic. He frantically grabbed his food, but it was useless. No matter how much he overeat, what he ate seemed to disappear out of thin air, and his weight remained the same day by day. reduce.Even though he never lost weight in the extremely harsh environment of the seventh district, this time he lost more and more crazy day by day.The fat man had no choice but to turn to Emerson, whom he hated and was afraid of, for help.

After the old man learned of Fatty's situation, even when he was frantically studying the "first generation" (referring to the first new human being, the successful child of the father's body, that is, the child in the previous chapter), he had to take time to pay attention to Fatty. For the sake of Fatty being the only father.

"This is, the so-called, solution...?" The fat man froze for a moment, then asked blankly.

"That's right, it's what I just said: If you don't want to lose weight, go fuck me!" Emerson frowned impatiently, walking around as if unable to stop, and from time to time asked Looking in one direction, he looked extremely eager.

"I'm already like this, you still want me to go to work...to work..." the fat man cried out dissatisfied, and the fat man began to tremble under Emerson's cold eyes that looked at dead things gradually weakened.

"Listen, I'll just say this once, open your shit-filled head and listen carefully!" Emerson yelled almost hysterically, and then had to suppress his anger and irritability to the already The huddled fat man explained: "We injected you with Fat and modified your genitals so that you can produce sperm that can create new humans. The chromosomes of those sperm have been rewritten, and they also have quite a few pseudo-Fats. characteristics, they will gradually phagocytose cells for energy, the reason why you keep losing weight is because of it, the triglycerides in your fat that are rich in energy are their favorite! So if you don’t want to be dried to death by them , just fuck me! Let them all out! I can tell you, you should be thankful that their devouring of the carrier is quite gentle, really, very gentle..." Compared to those women's The savage devouring in the body, this can really be said to be a prank.Emerson looked at the fat man coldly, his eyes made the fat man feel as if he was being dissected fiercely by the old man with a sharp knife. "En? Are there any questions? If you don't understand, you can open your own skull, dig out the brain and eat it. Maybe your stomach can understand it better."

The fat man nodded his head desperately, for fear that a madman would be accidentally stimulated in front of him.

"Very good." The old man nodded indifferently, turned and left without hesitation, not wanting to waste any time: "A newcomer will be sent over tomorrow, I think you should know how to do it."

As soon as the figure of the old man disappeared behind the magnetic door, the fat man collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move a finger anymore.

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"Is there a problem?" Emerson quickly put on his equipment and walked into the research room. His vigorous posture was not at all what an old man in his 150s should have.

"Reporter, no." A researcher quickly manipulated the instrument, displaying data and images on the light screen. "The 'first generation' is still in a state of 'false sleep'."

Emerson frowned and looked at the light screen. On the image was a human being in his youth, suspended in a high-grade nutrient solution, with various instruments and thin tubes inserted into his body, and his eyes were closed. With the tubes and optical fibers on his body, the boy seems to be sleeping carefree-in fact, except for the first time, the boy never opened his eyes again, and the development of the brain area next to the image has always stayed at 1% .

This is "pseudo-sleep".There is no breathing, even the heartbeat is maintained at an extremely low level, and the brain is even more closed.

Faced with such a situation, the core research work cannot be started at all.Many methods have been used, gentle, violent, unsightly, and inhumane. The young man is still in a false sleep, and has no reaction to all reactions from the outside world, even attacks.Everyone is at a loss, what should be done to make the first generation "wake up"?

"Reporting Sir, the recent research materials have been sorted out, please check."

Emerson hummed, opened the data disk and looked casually.3D composite subtitles and images were projected on the disk, and the writer of the report described the miracle of the first generation in an excited and excited tone: In theory, as long as sufficient energy is provided, the first generation can regenerate and grow infinitely, even immortal—even if He was cut in half and his heart was broken.The first explosive growth of the first generation was 13 minutes, 5 seconds, 39 milliliters and 44 microns after birth, and the growth ended after 7 minutes, 1 second, 22 milliliters and 1 micron. Due to the lack of energy in the nutrient solution, the growth of the first generation finally stayed in the juvenile period. The replacement is about 15 years old, with 75.3% bone development and muscle development... It can be preliminarily inferred that as long as the nutrition is sufficient, the first generation can continue to grow.All the activities of the first generation are related to God's restricted area. Regarding the research on the brain domain of the first generation, there is insufficient information, waiting to be supplemented...

This was known for a long time, Emerson put away the data chip and looked at the light screen again.

If you just talk about the immortality of the body, the first generation is indeed a miracle, but it is not enough, far from enough.

"What exactly are you going to do? Will you wake up?" Emerson stroked the silhouette of the first generation on the light screen with his hand, his eyes were obsessed and crazy: "It's not a good boy who doesn't get up early." The old man seemed to suddenly Thinking of something, I smiled happily: "Are you acting like a baby? Do you want your 'dad' to wake you up?"