The doctor said, use the origin stone to defeat the origin stone

One report, one life.

light or heavy.

Unexpected other ideas of originium disease cracking, and the lives of countless infected people.

Which is lighter and which is heavier.

The 110th second needle Wu Lian, Melansha, I like it very much

In the gloomy office, there was such a bad old man sitting on a chair scratching his head.

No, not a bad old man.

This is a young scientist who has been neglected and lived underground for too long.

How young is it?

If you look closely at his appearance, he is actually slightly older than the doctor, definitely not under 30 years old.

But with messy hair, sparse beard, and greasy face, he doesn't look like a normal young man in his 20s who likes to dress up and cares about appearances.

He looked at the scribbled document in front of him, his frowning brows became more and more tangled, and in the end he got angry, crumpled the document into a ball, and threw it to the side of the trash can.

"This won't work,...a better method is needed. But it is impossible for me to approve the special material Rhine Life...then I can only let the experimenters fight."

...No, but that's not enough either.

He rubbed his eyebrows and walked out the door, finding the assistant he had just trotted back.

"Slater, how much money and materials do we have left?"

"Reporting boss, most of the remaining funds can only be used to maintain daily research. There are still a lot of materials left... What do you want the materials to be used for?"

"...No money." He sighed, scratched his greasy and tangled hair, and turned back, "We should not have any left for making special artificial organs."

"Ordinary printing materials are still available, but those that are compatible with Originium energy... are gone." Mr. Assistant nodded silently, and followed behind, "Do you need me to ask those people?"

"No, I'm still guessing." The greasy young man sat back in his chair, raised his head, looked at the various plans on the ceiling that he had pasted, drawn, and written, and gradually fell silent.

The assistant picked up a piece of waste paper from the ground, and slowly spread it out. There were many possible conjectures and ideas on it, but in the end, he was uncertain about the very likely risk of losing control, and finally gave up.

The assistant raised his head a little strangely, and asked him, "Boss, this method is quite feasible, and it's okay to lose control. We only need to determine one direction, and there are always ways to optimize the rest."

"No." The young man looked at him on the chair, then shook his head slightly, "The biggest problem is that this thing doesn't conform to Milt's theorem. I don't have time to figure out what's wrong, but it should be very serious. It's not as good as improvement." Push it back."

"...I'm too useless to help you." The assistant lowered his head very remorsefully, provoking the young man's accountability.

"Don't say that you are useless all day long, what are you doing here. ... You go and help me print out two mid-end spines first, using mixed materials, Plenty Hoof."

"Yes, do you want me to find a Plentifulhoof?"

"Ordinary experiments, don't take life too seriously."

"We've taken too many lives."

"That's why we have to produce results and know the value of life." The young man shook his head, then stood up and walked outside.

I'll go back and take a shower and rest, and you can watch this side for me.

"Understood." The assistant bowed his head and hurried away.

When the two left, the room seemed empty.

A piece of junk on the ground was slowly spread out, with various sketches and analysis on it, and a string of incomprehensible numbers and formulas from time to time.

"..."

what is this?

The doctor thought about it for a while, but still treated it as waste paper and threw it away.

Speaking of which, when he saw the leader so young, he was still very surprised.

He also thought that such projects and experiments must be the work of those old researchers who don't care much about death.

Unexpectedly, such a young child was here.

...Speaking of which, he said it before.

He lives on the Rhine and has the child of a researcher he knows.

The kid claims to work for Rheinlife...

He said that he wanted to inherit the will of his father's generation and go on unswervingly.

The doctor has always been very strange. He has lived in the Rhine for so long, but he has never seen this ambitious junior.

However, life is always full of all kinds of coincidences.

Should I feel bad?Should I feel pain?

Maybe.

However, I do have to feel good about you.

Your child, he has truly inherited your will, old Von Edner.

He may not be on the right path, but he is also moving in the direction you expect in his own way.

What you are advocating is that the originium disease should become a useful tool, and it can become a step in the evolution of the Terra people for thousands of years, turning the originium disease into your own use.

However, the origin stone is not a native product of this world.

At least, not all the time.

It was a catastrophe that fell suddenly at a certain moment.

You can come in a hurry, and you can leave vigorously.

In this world, has anyone considered whether the technological system that relies on the Origin Stone can continue to develop in the future when the Origin Stone no longer exists?

At that time, it will only become a war era where everyone is vying for origin stones.

The doctor looked at the small map, and slowly followed the junior.

...He wanted to know about the research situation here, as well as the progress, as well as various losses.

He can understand experiments under extreme conditions for scientific progress, but innocent poor people should not be involved in it.

Scientific research has no bottom line, only rational thinking is fundamental.

But scientists should have a bottom line, they should know what can and cannot be done.

This is not a question of whether to cross the border or whether it is inhumane.

This is fundamental to being human.

Respect Life.

At least it sounds pretty good from the moment just now.

……

Rhode Island

Today's weather is not very good, gloomy.

It always felt as if she was facing Dr. Kelsey, and she always had a straight face, looking like a stranger.

There is no sun today, and the weather is relatively cool. It is very suitable for blowing outside and looking at the scenery in the distance.

Rhode Island seems to be heading towards Columbia lately, not sure what's going on there.

Hmm... But what does this kind of thing have to do with me as a two-star operator?

Anyway, no matter how much you train, you still can't beat the girl named Melansha who came later than yourself.

But Melantha is really beautiful, she speaks nicely, she is polite, her voice is soft, and she still smells good after training.

How can such a girl be hated.

However, it was said that Melantha performed very well. Instructor Dubin had the idea of ​​letting her form a team and making her the captain.

Hmm... It seems that the minimum standard for joining the team is a three-star operator.

What to do, I also want to join Melanza's team.

Ahhh!I want to train!

The two-star operator lady stood up abruptly, then sat down taking a breath.

The wound is torn.

A familiar friend in the distance cast a worried look at her, so she had to wave her hand to show that she was fine.

A mission is a bit unexpected, but it is also commonplace.

I heard that Alan almost lost his hands last time he went out, and he couldn't drink wine with a bandage on.

Ha, I'm pretty good.

When you feel better, go back to training.

I hope that instructor Dubin can be a little more sensible and let me go to Melanza's team.

Otherwise...or I'll kneel down and beg her!

Ah, besides.

Wu Lian, so powerful,

so cute!

How about I buy a bear tonight?

The 110th three-stitch woo woo woo, I’m so happy that I’m back.

"..."

what happened.

After the young project leader took a shower and returned to the living room, he fell into some weird thinking.

In front of him is the plan being opened, and a summary report that the assistant will submit in half a month.

The plan book was hanging in the air, turning a page from time to time, the scene was rather weird.

Mr. Leader narrowed his eyes halfway, then quietly backed away.

He is not afraid of ghosts and gods.

Compared with the current picture that looks like a plan book has become a master, he believes that this is some experimental product that suddenly awakened a special origin stone skill, and now it is revenge for him.

In fact, if this is the case, he will only feel excited.

It would be great if there is any unexpected experimental material.

Well, until then, let's find a way to survive.

The leader was thinking about this, when he suddenly heard a sound from the position of the plan book in front.

"...Von Fermont, are these your written plans?"

"You know my name?" The leader was startled, and then became deeply vigilant.

In order to avoid implicating his family members, he used a pseudonym here, and he didn't go home for a long time.

How can there be anyone who recognizes him?

...Moreover, this voice seems to have been heard somewhere.

The doctor did not withdraw his operation.

At least, here, no one can believe it.

The current image cannot be exposed, which will cause unnecessary risks.

He just put down the plan and turned to look at the summary report.

Mr. Leader hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't take the opportunity to run out.