My sister said: My brother is useless, the mud can't support the wall

"Live, soil---soil is alive." The geologist's face was terrified, and he couldn't even speak fluently.

"Soil is alive, no kidding, how is this possible?"

The people around were also shocked when they heard it.

As we all know, this kind of black soil is generally composed of rotten leaves and organic matter accumulated over a long period of time. How can it be alive?

"Did you read it wrong?

Professor Wu heard the words.

Hastily asked someone to help the geologist aside. If he didn't know the character of the geologist, he would think he was crazy.

How could soil be alive?

He didn't believe in evil, so he squatted down to watch by himself, only to see that the optical microscope had been enlarged to 3000 times.

under the light microscope.

Those black soil particles were clearly visible, and there was nothing unusual, but in the next second, his expression changed drastically, and he was dumbfounded.

A look of disbelief.

He muttered to himself, "It's alive, it's really alive."

"Tu, is it alive?"

Professor Wu squatted on the ground, as if he had received a huge impact, his expression was dull, as if possessed by a demon.

Chapter 18 Uncle Nine's Guess

Only seen under the light microscope.

Those seemingly black soil particles turned into little black worms. They were like little monsters, with sharp teeth and claws, extremely aggressive.

Weird and unpredictable.

Seeing Professor Wu doing the same thing, the people around were suddenly surprised.

One person's misreading may be dizzy, but two people's misreading is absolutely impossible.

What's more, Professor Wu is a well-known great scientist.

It has a good reputation in the scientific community both at home and abroad.

Therefore, it is impossible to falsify.

"Impossible, it's impossible." Professor Wu said with an ugly face and a look of shock; "Why is the soil alive?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you with shocked expressions.

The live broadcast room also exploded.

There was a lot of discussion.

After all, Professor Wu is a person who has experienced great storms, and his psychological quality is much better than that of the geologist.

After a severe shock.

He quickly regained his composure and stood up forcefully. He couldn't believe that the black soil was really alive.

This simply overturned his cognition.

but.

He quickly thought of a possibility.

These soils may not be real soil, but a kind of microorganisms, which are too numerous due to their aggregation.

That's why it looks like dirt on the surface.

Professor Wu spoke out the conjecture in his heart, and after everyone heard it, they also felt that this was the case.

Otherwise, how could there be life in the soil?

"Use an infrared detector to analyze these microorganisms to see what they are made of."

After Professor Wu recovered completely, he ordered.

The terrified geologist was completely relieved when he heard the words, and suddenly realized that he is indeed a world-renowned great scientist. His psychological quality and stress response are very strong. The soil is just rotting organic matter, how could it be alive? ?

He blushed slightly.

I feel ashamed and humiliated this time.

Just when everyone was preparing to use instruments to detect the composition of the black soil.

Uncle Ying came out from the crowd.

Squatting down and smelling it with his nose, he frowned, then reached out to grab the black soil, but was stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder from behind.

"Didn't Professor Wu say that this may be some kind of microorganism. The previous few people have suffered from touching it. Why do you still touch it?"

Uncle Ying turned his head and saw that it was a young soldier.

Looks like early 20s.

Grabbing his shoulder to remind him kindly.

"It's okay."

Uncle Ying waved his hand, indicating that he would be fine.

This soldier is obviously a fan of Uncle Ying's movies. Seeing that Uncle Ying insisted on watching, he was a little embarrassed, and after shyly saying "Be careful", he had no choice but to let go of Uncle Ying's shoulder.

"Tch, pretending to be gods and ghosts, other great scientists can't tell. What kind of expert are you, an actor, pretending to be an expert here? Do you really think that you are the omnipotent Ninth Uncle in the movie?"

"Some people just like to find a sense of presence."

There are people in the crowd who are yin and yang.

Professor Wu was also a little displeased when he saw this, and wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, forget it.

So many scientists here.

Even they can't understand, why are you here as an actor to join in the fun? It's embarrassing, isn't it enough?

I don't want you to suffer.

Do you really think you are Uncle Jiu?

Facing the expressions of the foreigners and scientists around who were watching the show and waiting for you to be exhausted, Uncle Jiu looked indifferent and didn't care.

He noticed something was wrong from the very beginning.

It's just that I can't be sure without testing.

"Uncle Jiu, here are your gloves."

The young soldier behind him who stopped him just now took a pair of white rubber gloves from somewhere, handed it over, and called him Uncle Nine. From this, it can be seen how much he likes Uncle Ying's movies.

"Thank you."

Uncle Ying didn't refuse his kindness, and after taking the gloves, he didn't put them on.

"Sister Bai, is Uncle Ying okay?" Jiang Ni asked worriedly.

"You underestimate the successor of Maoshan, don't worry, he will be fine." Boss Bai said without worry.

Under the watchful eyes of all eyes.

Uncle Ying grabbed a handful of dirt, took it back to look at it calmly, and then put it under his nose to smell it. He was not at all like other people who just grabbed the black dirt and threw it out in pain.

This makes people who are waiting to see the joke look puzzled.

Why didn't the black dirt attack him?

"Don't his hands hurt?"

One of the foreigners who had suffered before asked in surprise in Chinese.

He just cried out in pain.

Holding the soil is like catching an iron hedgehog, the pain is unbearable at all, and the mage dressed as a Chinese actor is fine.

He couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

"How is he okay?"

Professor Wu also murmured in his heart.

For him who was the first to suffer, the pain was like being stung by countless wasps. If he hadn't taken care of his face, he would have cried out in pain.

He is all right?

And it doesn't look like it's faked.

This made him very puzzled.

The people around were also puzzled. After all, it wasn't just one or two who suffered. He didn't have a problem at all. Could it be that he endured it for the sake of face?

Compared to other people's incomprehension.

Behind Uncle Ying, the young soldier who had looked worried just now, now looked excited.

As expected of Uncle Nine whom I adore.

"Wow, Uncle Ninth is amazing." Jiang Ni said with surprise.

Boss Bai asked with a natural expression, "Uncle Nine, did you see anything?"

Boss Bai doesn't know much about Maoshan art, but Maoshan art can continue to be passed down to this day, there must be something special about it.

otherwise.

How can it resist the rolling river of time?

"It's just an actor, what can he see."

"That's right, so many of our scientists haven't figured out why. If an actor finds out, then what do we scientists do? It's better to hit them to death."

Some scientists in the crowd murmured.

Express dissatisfaction.

Boss Bai turned a blind eye to this.

It's just a group of people who are confident in science fans, and there is nothing to say to them.

She didn't expect these scientists to be able to develop one, two, three.

Make them appear here.

It's just to silence everyone, that's all.

Facing Boss Bai's questioning.

Uncle Jiu frowned and didn't answer in a hurry, but threw away the black soil in his hands, and took out a bag of glutinous rice from his arms. On the black earth.

Just milky sticky rice.

The moment it came into contact with the black soil, white smoke rose from all directions, making a "sizzling" sound.

With this hand operation, the people around were stunned.

What is the principle?

Soon.

The white smoke disappeared and returned to calm.

All the milky white glutinous rice that was sprinkled turned into deep black, blending with the black soil in front of me, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu wrapped up the remaining glutinous rice, put it in his arms, stood up and said confidently, "If I'm not wrong, this is not black soil."

"It's ordinary soil."

Everyone sighed after hearing this, and just about to be ridiculed, Uncle Jiu added another sentence, saying, "They are ordinary soil soaked in zombie blood."

Uncle Jiu finished speaking.

There was a moment of silence.

Those people stared at Uncle Jiu with intriguing eyes.

Just like seeing a fool.