After raising the only male insect in the whole interstellar

"Why do you want blood samples from people with psychic abilities?" An Wan asked casually.

Tatum did not answer but asked: "Have you ever thought about how to defeat the Zerg? It is not a one-on-one victory, but a complete victory between races and races, civilizations and civilizations. How can we get rid of these brutal invaders?" Get out completely?"

An Wan thought about it, so what, if I thought of a way, would I still be here to eat and wait to die?

"Do you have a way?"

Tatum approached mysteriously and lowered his voice: "We have conducted thousands of deduction, and only under one assumption, the possibility of Zerg's destruction is as high as 3.69%."

"Up to 3.69%...It sounds like humans are really doomed."

"What do you know, other possibilities are not more than 0.01%, but this is 3.69%, which has increased the success rate by hundreds of times!"

"Okay, I guess this - such a high success rate should be related to the blood samples of people with psychic abilities?"

"Even if your little brain is still useful, yes, it is the spiritual power. According to deduction and actual combat evidence, most of the powers cannot cause effective damage to the Zerg when it is below the vision level. It can barely kill the planetary level. A third-level worm, and only the galaxy-level can control a war. It is a pity that the last human being with a galaxy-level ability died ten years ago, and the Gemini has fallen since then."

"Mr. Veterinarian, I've seen all this on the news."

"What's the rush, I'll get to the main point right away. What I just said was 'the vast majority of abilities', which did not include the spiritual system. For some unknown reason, the spiritual system's ability is particularly lethal to the Zerg. .”

"Because the brains of low-level bugs haven't fully evolved, so they're easily influenced?"

"This statement can explain the first- and second-level insects, but the third-level insects already have an IQ that is not weaker than that of humans. Among the same level, the spiritual system is still the most lethal to them. Why is this? I speculate that there is something wrong with their genes. "

"what is the problem?"

"They're so open to outside psychic contact, as if they're waiting for something to touch them. I suspect they have some kind of psychic receptor or guide inside them, and the current Zerg society isn't their real There should be a social structure. They are tough and bloodthirsty. They are a real military society where all the people are soldiers. This kind of society should have a strict hierarchy - marshal, general, lieutenant, and soldier. But look, what is missing now ?”

An Wan thought about it, if the soldier is a first-level bug, the captain is a second-level bug, and the general is a third-level bug, what about the marshal?He thought of the pair of dark red steel wings in the sewer: "The insect king is missing?"

"That's right! The spiritual guidance target in the Zerg's body is prepared for the Zerg King. The Zerg King can even command all the Zergs with just one thought without any technological means of communication! Ah, what a magnificent and magnificent picture, How shocking!"

An Wan imagined the scene depicted by the veterinarian. The unorganized Zerg army was raging and invincible. If they had another marshal... He shuddered, fearing that the Mongolian civilization would not last until the next Spring Festival: "This is, really ?"

"I don't know," Tatamu shrugged. "Science is all about bold assumptions and careful verification. Fortunately, I already have blood samples from people with psychic abilities—unless the one you gave me is a fake."

An Wan blurted out: "It must be true."

The veterinarian gave him a half-smile.

An Wan realized that he was deceiving herself on purpose, and wished she could swallow what she just said - if it was really a blood sample taken from the black market, then it would be impossible for her to be so confident.Unless the provider of the blood sample is known to him, or is himself.

Fortunately, Tatamu did not continue to press, he put the blood sample in a bulletproof aluminum box with great care: "With the blood sample, as long as you give me a few live Zerg test subjects, I can draw a preliminary conclusion." , I have to go back to the European Style Pavilion."

At this time, a week had passed since the hunting day, An Wan hadn't returned to the Oufeng Pavilion, and Han Yu No. [-] probably thought he was dead—this was normal on a hunting day—and didn't even send a message of greeting.He told Sanxi about Han Yu No. [-], and Sanxi planned to go see it after he recovered from his injury.

When An Wan thought of the rotting corpse in the sewer, she felt uncomfortable: "What are you doing going back? There is something wrong with that Han Yu."

"All my instruments are over there," Tatum glared at him, "You brought me here as if rushing to reincarnate!"

The two hurried on the road, planning to go back and forth before dawn.

The underground block that has just experienced a hunting day is particularly gloomy, with remains and corpses everywhere.There was half an arm hanging from the broken road sign. Dark red blood dripped down the back of the hand, forming a pool of blood on the ground. As for the owner of the arm, it might have been swallowed up long ago.

An Wan took a look, walked over and took off the arm, dug a hole and buried it, clasped his hands together and recited a sentence of death.

"It's dark like you and we can't go to the European Pavilion." The veterinarian leaned on the half-collapsed wall and watched coldly. "They're all dead. If they are buried, they will still be dug out and eaten by wild dogs."

An Wan walked forward silently, thinking that there is a saying in our hometown that it is safe to be buried in the ground.

"Otherwise, don't go with me, what can you carry if you have thin arms and legs?" Tatamu strode forward in disgust.

An Wan said, "I wasn't here to help you carry things."

Tatamu said, "Don't you think the smiling tiger is really afraid of you?"

An Wan said, "That's not necessarily true."

Tatamu sneered: "You are just sucking hair balls and being stupid. How about calling your friends from the spiritual department?"

An Wan raised her head and pretended to be stupid, pretending not to know what he was probing.

The bickering between the two was actually to ease the tension. I have to admit that they were both a little scared of that butcher shop.What Tatamu was afraid of was that the other party had a large number of people and strong soldiers. The root of Anwan's fear was the corpse in the sewer. He reached into his arms and wanted to lick the furball but found nothing. Then he realized that he left the cubs behind. At home, I couldn't help but sighed in disappointment.

Tatum gave him a sideways glance: "Sucking cats is addictive, quit as early as possible."

"It's not a cat," An Wan muttered, "It's a cub."

The two sneaked in at night, but unexpectedly ran into the person they least wanted to meet head-on.

In the hall, a slender man is demonstrating his dance steps. His strength and toughness are seamlessly coordinated, emotional but not pornographic, seductive but not seductive. The dancing of every muscle line is just right, so that others can't move their eyes.The Betas standing by the wall were envious and applauded in astonishment.

When Han Yu spun around, he caught a glimpse of two shadows against the wall in the corridor, and shouted before the other party slipped away: "Brother Wan?"

With her back turned to Han Yu, An Wan motioned to the veterinarian to tell him to go to the house to pack his things first, and delay here for a while.Tatum gave a thumbs up and ran away.

He took the initiative to turn around and face the man, lest the other party find out that there was another person.The face of the man switched back and forth with the face of the rotten and swollen corpse in the sewer, which made An Wan retch, and quickly changed her mind: "You dance very well, you look so good."

Han Yu smiled shyly: "I can't compare to you."

An Wan subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.

You guys are dividing yourself and An Wan and other people into two camps.

And An Wan has never been good at singing and dancing, and no one has spread rumors that he is good at singing and dancing—then why is Han Yu sure that he can't compare with "you"?Unless he thinks there is some absolutely natural difference between himself and other people.

An Wan felt that there should have been a subject behind the sentence "you", a subject that was deliberately hidden, such as "you humans", "we cloned people" and so on.

This side confirms the fact that Han Yu No. [-] is the clone body. An Wan did not let down his vigilance. After all, most of the clones who are anti-customers are psychologically distorted.It's certainly not all their fault, but it's still twisted anyway.

"I didn't see Brother Wan after the hunting day, so I thought you... It's okay, it's okay, we are all lucky." Han Yu waved his hand to let the Betas practice their dances. An Wan noticed that the number of employees was much smaller than before, and couldn't help but more silent.

"This hunting day was too sudden, and we lost a lot of people. How is the bar?"

An Wan said: "Fortunately, we have few people."

Han Yu probed around and looked around: "Why didn't you see Azai?"

An Wan said: "It's lazy and sleeps at home."

Han Yu sighed regretfully.

The two of them chatted one after another, and after twenty minutes passed, An Wan reckoned that Tatamu had already packed up his things and waited outside the door, so she said goodbye: "I won't come back after I leave this time. .”

Han Yu said in surprise, "It's only been less than a month."

Both of them knew very well that An Wan was the supervisor sent by Sanxi, and was mainly responsible for supervising whether the new owner had any fish and meat employees, but he had only been here for more than ten days and was about to leave, can you see clearly?The main reason is that when Han Yu thinks that he will never see that cute ball of white fur in the future, he suddenly feels disappointed and even irritable.

"Why don't you stay for two more days?" When he realized it, he had already opened his mouth.

"No need."

Han Yu himself is the kind who is good at disguising. After realizing the strangeness of his emotions, he immediately adjusted and restored his hypocritical and polite smile: "Then come back often and take Azai with you."

"if it is possible."

An Wan waved her hand and left the Oufeng Pavilion, but unexpectedly did not see Ta Tamu at the meeting point.He was a little uneasy, and after waiting for a few minutes, he couldn't help sneaking into the Oufeng Pavilion again. This time, no one was with him, so he could use his abilities to his heart's content. startle anyone.

The lights in the bedroom were on, and silhouettes were reflected in the windows.

An Wan came in through the window, and saw the veterinarian wearing his one-sided perspective lens and adjusting various models projected in the air. The fluorescent reflection in his pupils showed an inorganic luster, which was extraordinarily indifferent.

At that moment, he was not like him, which made An Wan hesitate.

There was a sudden bang in the room, as if the toes had hit a wooden box and it hurt. An Wan woke up: "Why don't you leave?" He jumped into the bedroom and looked around suspiciously, "What? sound?"

Tatamu lowered his head and was fiddling with the model. For some reason, he didn't look at him: "I heard it several times. It might be a mouse. These instruments are not easy to move. I'd better study here and understand before leaving."

An Wan asked, "Aren't you scared to death?"

Tatamu said: "I will never really die. After all, I am the only doctor in the entire No. 3 breeding area."

This is true, doctors always get the most preferential treatment in the war zone, even the Zerg will not kill doctors at will.But An Wan always felt that something was weird, and at this moment, she heard a muffled bang again.

Tatamu paused for a while when dismantling and assembling the molecular model: "You go first, come to me if you have anything to do."

"also."

After An Wan left the small villa, there were two more muffled bangs, and she seemed quite anxious and flustered.Tatamu calculated the time for the other party to walk out of the Oufeng Pavilion, and waited another half an hour before closing the window and opening the drawer under the bed.

Inside lay the veterinarian Tatamu who was tied up and gagged!

The veterinarian stuffed in the narrow interlayer of the drawer was full of horror. He stared wide-eyed at the face that was exactly like his own, and could only whimper softly from his gagged mouth.

"Tatamu" bowed his head and smiled softly, stretched out his hand and patted his face: "I signed a three-year labor contract, how can I leave without reason? This is not authentic, doctor."

The author has something to say: # Various People Modesty Performance#

An Wan: Since what I practice is empathy, then I will be humble if you are humble

Han Yu: I can't compare to you (shy.jpg)

Haiyan: No match for Your Majesty

Xuesong: I can't compare... Sorry, I have nothing to compare with (smile)

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[Civil Affairs Bureau] Feed two babies with nutrient solution x2~

Anzai: Come on, don't mess with such idiots, just issue a certificate directly.