The protagonist wants to steal my script again

At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, Alois walked into the isolation room with a vase filled with bright red flowers. He was still wearing a neat and meticulous white coat, and it was impossible to tell that he had just killed him not long ago A mutated plant that terrified all the supernatural beings in country A died.

Suddenly possessing a vase, An Minghui felt a little surprised. He really didn't expect Alois to really wake up.

"This is the flower you asked for. I also collected suggestions from some researchers. They think you need a vase to hold these things." Alois handed the vase to An Minghui and said calmly, "I didn't have time yesterday. It is still necessary to correct one point, the successful development of the zombie virus vaccine should not be called a miracle, it is just an inevitable event affected by time."

An Minghui was holding the exquisite little vase, and he was in a good mood. He was dumbfounded by Alois' serious statement, so he asked teasingly: "Well, even if what I said is wrong, it depends on you. What is supposed to be a miracle?"

"According to the existing theoretical knowledge, it is inferred that there should not be an established fact that actually appeared."

He blinked and asked, "I don't understand what you're saying. Can you be more specific? Give me an example?"

Alois' answer: "The galaxy that landed on Earth."

This answer is a bit sci-fi, but also a bit romantic, at least a lot more romantic than An Minghui imagined.

He thought that he would hear two big professional terms such as quantum mechanics and multi-dimensional space that would make people feel dizzy.

An Minghui stood in front of Alois with a vase in his arms, and was about to invite him to sit down and chat slowly, when his hands and feet were firmly bound by vines that appeared at an unknown time, making it difficult to move.

Turning around in surprise, An Minghui asked, "Mr. Alois?"

Alois observed the expression on his face, and the vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles were slowly loosened. Alois calmly walked to the table and sat down, making a conclusion: "You Don't be afraid of me."

Of course An Minghui is not afraid of him, not only is he not afraid, he even knows how to make the other party compromise in all aspects within 30 seconds.This is really not his arrogance or exaggeration, but that the protagonists in every world have never gotten rid of the racial talent of strict family education.

These are all experiences accumulated day and night, inside and outside the house.

But he can't say that.

"Maybe I'm naturally more courageous." He replied with a smile, "And I really don't think you will attack me."

Uncompromising about this answer, Alois talked about today's results and the follow-up plan: "I found an organ from that plant that I have never seen before. It is speculated that its function is similar to that of an animal's heart. Both the virus and cells are in a low activity state, and this mutant virus has the characteristics of phagocytosis and merger of ordinary zombie viruses, which is an excellent material for vaccine raw materials, and I will conduct research on this plant heart in the future."

"I will look forward to your results." An Minghui smiled, "The mutated plant has already been killed. If you can successfully develop a vaccine, you will become a well-deserved savior."

Looking at the pale smiling face with some strange lines in front of him, Alois was inexplicably agitated. It was a feeling of displeasure when seeing flaws on pure white jade and stains on pure gemstones— —maybe there was something else mixed in too.

"Prometheus," he said, "put the stuff in."

"This order does not comply with the four provisions of No. 20 of the Supplies Specification for Isolation Room." The mechanically synthesized electronic voice sounded, and stated in a rigid manner, "Please consider carefully."

"Execute immediately."

"Authorization verification passed, command received successfully."

In the next second, he saw that the isolation door was opened, and many mechanical arms moved in from the door. A moderate-sized LCD screen and a small black box began a series of renovations and installations in a busy but orderly manner. process.

After about a few minutes, a brand new game console was installed. It looks like it should be a new multi-function console that was launched not long before the end of the world. It is a treasure in the hearts of countless game lovers. How did Alois get it.

"Mr. Alois, what is this?"

"The PD175 game console of the T5 model, when I went out today, I stopped by the old site of Kelin Group to have a look. Although the computer is abandoned, it can still call up information when connected to a temporary power supply. I saw the design drawing, and the structure is not complicated. I made a temporary one using existing materials and machinery.” While speaking, Alois started the game console by hand, and after a simple debugging, he called up the game list and showed it to him, “No problems were found during the test. I copied some from Kelin Group, if you find any mistakes later, please let me know."

An Minghui listened patiently, and was quite interested in the game console in front of him. He didn't ask his own question until Alois finished the explanation: "Mr. Alois, I like this gift very much, but What I want to ask is, why did you give me this specially?"

Alois frowned. "Kate told me it was something all young men would like."

Although he still didn't answer the point, An Minghui also felt that it would be embarrassing for Alois to have that level of awareness, so he let him go: "So this is trying to please me? Then Correspondingly, what do you want in return?"

"You just need to maintain a high level of confidence." Alois's reply made him unexpected again, "and then wait for the successful preparation of the vaccine."

"I'm very happy to hear you say that, but Mr. Alois, I think you should adjust the way you speak properly." An Minghui smiled, and placed the vase upright on the little bedside table. On the cabinet, "This sentence can obviously be said more beautifully. Try not to always use straightforward command sentences, so that it will be more concise, such as-don't worry, trust me."

After finishing speaking, before Alois gave a reply, he leaned forward and kissed the other person's cheek, smiling softly and harmlessly, like a soft little animal willing to lick a stranger's cheek : "Thank you, you are willing to work hard for me, you are willing to make me happy, and you are willing to comfort me. This has already made me very happy."

——That mutated plant may have certain hallucinogenic properties, and its virus carriers will also be affected accordingly.

Alois analyzed calmly.

Otherwise, how to explain his sense of dizziness for no reason and the tingling feeling of fullness coming from the heart and lungs at this moment?

***

Things have changed recently at Prometheus Research Institute.

The position at the top of the food chain pyramid has finally changed, it is no longer occupied by Alois, but transferred to a gentle and harmless young infected person who is being imprisoned

The dean, who was only interested in scientific research in the past, seems to have a tendency to become obsessed recently. He spends every day in the laboratory and the isolation room at two o'clock and one line. Researchers who are a few grades behind are only worthy of help.

People often saw the dean operating the instruments with both hands when sending materials or data analysis reports, and there were many vines floating behind him to control different instruments and conduct different experiments at the same time.

Double-tasking is the most taboo in experiments, and this taboo doesn't seem to apply to their dean.

And Alois is becoming more irritable every day at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The researchers thought it was because the experiment was not going well, but it wasn't. He just felt that he had too little time to allocate.

He needs a lot of time to conduct experiments, especially the part involving sexual experiments must be carried out by himself, and also needs enough time to observe the samples he likes, otherwise he finds that he will become emotionally irritable and difficult to perform. Keep working efficiently.

In addition to the difficulty in allocating time, the insatiable thirst for knowledge is also one of the sources of his emotional restlessness.

Alois knows An Minghui's date of birth, height and weight, personal resume and other general information, as well as his food preferences, habitual movements, and even the difference in the arc of his smile under different emotions, but these are still Far from enough.

More, more, more...

Every individual is an endless database, but this one alone makes him want to understand it thoroughly no matter what.

I want to know every structure of that person's physiology, the cycle of metabolism, the cycle of apoptosis of each cell, the connection mode of each neuron and the intensity of the current passing through it.

While sitting next to An Minghui and playing games with others, Alois heard a few miserable roars coming from the wireless earphone in his left ear. The roars were gradually distorted and changed, and finally became the roars of monsters.

——Experiment No. [-] also failed.

Alois thought about it expressionlessly, and after calculating in his mind how long the person beside him could still retain consciousness, he decided to further speed up the experiment.

The controller in An Minghui's hand accidentally dropped to the ground. He looked helplessly at his increasingly inflexible fingers. He really didn't expect that one day he would have to work so hard to even play a casual farming game.

Before he finished sighing, Alois, who was farming with him beside him, leaned over and kissed his forehead skillfully, and said calmly, "Don't worry."

He has learned this set of procedures very well, and has practiced it quite a lot.

Shaking his head to indicate that he was okay, An Minghui looked at Alois' face and frowned slightly: "You, your face is not good, did you not rest?"

He really didn't sleep much last night and stayed in the laboratory all the time.

But it is not important.

The important thing is that he suddenly thought of a good plan, which can greatly resolve the contradictions in time allocation.

The author has something to say: the love talk mode of science and engineering researchers:

He is the only object in the visual system

It's the database I want to read all my life

is an addictive drug with strong hallucinogenic effects

It's a miracle beyond human reach