It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

I saw him holding a scalpel and poking the Proxima Centauri lightly with the back of the knife with great interest.

Lu Yongchang: "..."

"Why don't you do the autopsy?"

Fang Xu paused, hurriedly threw the scalpel aside, and obediently retreated behind Lu Yongchang.

Mao Zhengzhi, who was at the side, had already skillfully picked up the scalpel, and lightly pressed it on the Proxima Centauri's abdomen.

The sharp knife cut across lightly.

The dissection begins.

……

Looking at the dissection scene in front of him, Fang Xu's face gradually became difficult to look.

"Here."

A scalpel was handed in front of him.

"After watching it for so long, I think you should have some experience?"

Lu Yongchang's devil-like voice came from the side: "Why don't you go up and try your hand?"

Fang Xu shook his head again and again, his eyes seemed to be substantive resistance: "No, no, no, such an important experimental sample, will I..."

"Don't worry, it's all right." Under the mask, Lu Yongchang showed a "full of kindness" smile, "We have taken out all the important organs, just go up and try your hand."

As he spoke, Lu Yongchang pointed to the operating table beside him.

I saw various organs of different shapes placed in different categories on it.

Fang Xu: "..."

After a few minutes.

He swiped the scalpel tremblingly, cutting open the shriveled muscle tissue.

Feeling the incomparably creamy touch, the corners of Fang Xu's eyes twitched violently.

"Be patient, if you vomit, there is no spare protective clothing here for you to change." Lu Yongchang "kindly" reminded, "You have to stay with your vomit for at least a few hours."

Fang Xu: "..."

……

A few hours passed by.

I have to admit that the exercise method proposed by Lu Yongchang is really effective.

"Yongchang, look, compared with normal Proxima Centaur, Marus's organs are obviously much weaker." Fang Xu stretched out his hand to remove an organ with a normal expression, and then put it on a special table.

Lu Yongchang stopped the sampling work in his hand, leaned his head and glanced at the thing in Fang Xu's hand, and then glanced at the holographic projection.

【Name: No. 12】

[Identity: Leader of Dungeon 2 Marus]

【Age: 224 years old】

[Death time: Earth Calendar 2147.3.24]

【…】

[Honorary information: Made outstanding contributions to the reform of the old system of Proxima Centauri]

Lu Yongchang nodded thoughtfully: "It's normal, the cloning technology is too flawed, these Maruss should be in the same physical condition, and they are all defective products."

"It's just... what's going on with this old system reform?" He turned his head to look at the camera on the side, "Zero, is this newly discovered information?"

Zero's response sounded immediately.

"Yes, Professor."

"I found relevant information in the central computer of the second dungeon."

"Before we arrived in the Proxima galaxy, the Proxima civilization once initiated an old system reform."

"Ordinary Proxima Centauri and Marus join forces to put pressure on the Academy of Sciences and the royal family to gain a chance of survival."

Lu Yongchang frowned slightly: "And then? Did the reform of the old system fail? Why is the No. [-] underground city where they live still so backward?"

"On the contrary, they succeeded." Zero said calmly.

The holographic projection unfolds.

The entire historical data was presented directly in front of Lu Yongchang.

When he saw Levi, the leader of Dungeon No. [-] walking towards the enemy camp step by step, and then being used to death, he shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity..."

"The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon. In such a deformed social system, this is his inescapable fate."

He pondered for a moment, then said again: "Zero, gather as much historical data as possible of the Proxima Centauri civilization."

"Received." Zero replied without any hesitation.

The holographic projection gradually dimmed.

"Continue to work." Lu Yongchang sighed slightly, and said to the two people around him, "We have other things to do when the sampling is over."

There was silence in the small laboratory.

"Yongchang, where are you going to use their historical materials?"

Fang Xu's inquiry broke the silent environment of the laboratory.

A trace of confusion flashed in Lu Yongchang's eyes.

museum?

This doesn't seem to do much.

Literature database?

This is even more useless.

"I suggest that it be compiled into the latest teaching materials." Mao Zhengzhi said in a low voice while burying his head in his work.

"Taking history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall."

"In addition to the original history of human beings, we should add the history of other civilizations so that they can always warn human civilization."

Lu Yongchang pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"it is good."

Chapter 295 Special Organs

The autopsies of more than ten Proxima Centauri have been completed.

Lu Yongchang wiped off the blue-black blood stained on the gloves, and lightly hammered his sore waist through the protective clothing.

"It's finally over..."

As he spoke, he yawned.

The workload of dissecting more than ten corpses in a row is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Especially the anatomy is completely strange, the body of another race.

Compared with dissecting earth creatures, the difficulty of the two is not at the same level.

However, there are definitely benefits.

One of the benefits is the huge hologram in front of the trio.

In the projection, the body structure models of Proxima Centauri and Marus have been completely constructed.

In addition to the digestive system, circulatory system and other systems that humans also have, Lu Yongchang also discovered an organ that is independent of the major systems and has a strange shape.

This organ is located in the very center of the Proxima Centauri body, surrounded by hard crustaceous matter, and connected with blood vessels from all directions around the body.

Through blood vessels, it connects every corner of Proxima Centauri's body.

At first, Lu Yongchang subconsciously believed that it was similar to the human heart, which mainly serves the function of blood transportation and is part of the circulatory system.

But soon, Lu Yongchang discovered another "core" in the body of Proxima Centauri.

No matter in terms of muscle composition or structure, the second discovered "core" is more like the heart of Proxima Centauri.

The reason is simple, the "core" discovered for the second time can beat like a human heart!

And the "core" discovered for the first time is as hard as a rock!

Now, the problem is big.

Could it be that Proxima has two hearts with completely different structures?

This is emotional and reasonable, and it doesn't make sense.

In order to decipher the function of this unique organ, the three had a heated debate.

In the end, Lu Yongchang made a direct decision and said:

"On the chainsaw!"

With a piercing sound of cutting, the organ as hard as a stone was sliced ​​in half.

"Filter?" Lu Yongchang couldn't help talking to himself the moment he saw the internal structure of the organ.

"It looks like layers of filters." Fang Xu on the side affirmed Lu Yongchang's question, "It seems that it should be the blood purification organ of Proxima Centauri?"

"No, no, it's not that simple." Mao Zhengzhi shook his head repeatedly.

He reached out to pick up a pair of tweezers and peeled off the tissue like a filter mesh layer by layer.

Inside, there is a large pile of flocculent substances.

"Could it be that there are so many impurities in the blood of Proxima Centauri?" Mao Zhengzhi's face was full of doubts, "Are you kidding me!"

Frowning, Lu Yongchang took out a portion of the flocculent substance and spread it out on the table beside him.

"Kind of like dead skin."

"No, to be precise, it's like skin flakes." He raised his head abruptly and looked at Mao Zhengzhi who was beside him: "Have you brought a microscope? Take it and see what it is."

Mao Zhengzhi nodded solemnly, reached out to take the sample and left the dissecting table.

……

After half an hour.

Mao Zhengzhi quickly returned to the dissection table: "The test results are out."

Seeing the two people's attention directed towards him, he said in a deep voice, "It's all kinds of cell debris."

"And, it's not an ordinary cell."

"What do you mean?" Lu Yongchang was a little puzzled by Mao Zhengzhi's statement.

Mao Zhengzhi made a gesture and turned on the holographic projection.

In the projection, the picture in the microscope is impressively presented.

"Look." Mao Zhengzhi looked a little excited.

"Even in cellular debris, we can still recognize some of their features."

"I just asked Zero to do an analysis to compare these cell debris with the cells in the various areas we sampled."

"Guess what is the result?"

Lu Yongchang, Fang Xu: "..."

"I guess you..." Lu Yongchang swallowed the swear words that were about to blurt out, and said with a fake smile, "Academician Mao, I advise you to be cautious in your words and deeds."

As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Xu beside him.

Fang Xu: "???"

Mao Zhengzhi: "..."

"Ahem!" Mao Zhengzhi coughed lightly, and straightened his expression.

"At first, Zero didn't find similar cells until I changed my mind."

"I asked Zero to perform a fuzzy comparison, and through some subtle features, I finally found the corresponding prototype cell."