Zombies don't need to rest

Hearing the sound of the protective door closing, the female zombie turned her face sideways and said, "Brother Yang, how long has it been since you came?"

Jiang Yang looked at the room and said, "It's been more than 100 years, how is your progress?"

The female zombie stretched her waist and turned to look at him: "It's not bad, but it can be said that there is no progress. What's going on outside now?"

Jiang Yang walked to the corner of the room and looked at the densely packed silver-white liquid in a box. These living substances produced 110 years ago have not been consumed until today.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Jiang Yang told the two of them what happened in the past 100 years.

After another day and night, the female zombie took a sealed test tube from the operating table after listening to it, and there was about three milliliters of liquid emitting white fluorescence in it.

Jiang Yang got up to take it, and heard her calm voice: "2.9763 milliliters, but in fact, it only takes about one microliter to transform a human being. If it is a newborn, the amount will be even less. You can take a little out if necessary. , under complete transformation, the lifespan of human beings should exceed [-] years, and the strength of the body will be further improved."

Looking at those fluorescent liquids, Jiang Yang asked curiously, "So what exactly is this?"

The female zombie turned on the computer next to it, found a picture and put it on the big screen on the side, and at the same time calmly introduced: "I don't know what Luo Jincheng called this thing, but I can be sure that it is a kind of bacteria , the relationship between it and new humans is a bit like, uh, Escherichia coli?"

Jiang Yang stared blankly at the picture on the screen: "It's a strange metaphor."

The female zombie stood up and pointed to the details above: "This thing will enter the cells after entering the human body, but I don't have a test subject here and I can't observe it, so I can only speculate that this thing will affect genes. You can judge the specific situation yourself. Well, I'll just say what I saw."

Jiang Yang nodded and sat up straight, carefully placed the test tube on the console and listened carefully. The female zombie pointed to a spherical object on the screen and said:

"I don't know if this thing looks familiar to you, but I can be sure that this thing once existed, but it is not as complicated as it is now, but a simpler creature."

She frowned: "Some kind of streptococcus that once existed has evolved into this way, it is now a kind of bacteria that is beneficial to humans, the human body transformed by it can adapt to the radiation environment, and can even accept a moderate amount of radiation energy for The body provides energy, and it can also protect the genetic stability of human cells during division, improve human digestion and absorption capabilities, and allow the food eaten to be converted into energy more efficiently."

Jiang Yang touched his chin and said, "Become a probiotic?"

The female zombie nodded: "The amazing thing is that it took Luo Jincheng a few years to help it complete the natural evolution in units of hundreds of millions of years, and complete the symbiosis with humans. It feels as if someone has prepared the answer in advance. And he just made this thing according to the gourd painting."

Seeing her lost in thought, Jiang Yang wondered if she would have thought that such a magical thing as the system existed.

But it seems that she doesn't know those cheating fingers that were common in novels before the cataclysmic era.

She was just wondering whether Luo Jincheng had foreseen and prepared for the catastrophe.

In other words, his technology has really reached the level where the last days have just emerged, and he can produce genetic medicines to improve the human body according to the actual situation of the last days.

It seemed that she believed in the latter more. When Jiang Yang was silent, she spoke slowly:

"I only extracted this thing from the first generation of genetic modification medicine 12 years ago, and it took me another ten years to learn to cultivate it independently, and I have only made this little thing until now, but as far as I know, genetic medicine is in the era of catastrophe. It has already appeared in eight years, and it can be fully popularized by the 17th year of the cataclysmic era."

Jiang Yang didn't tell her about the system. He opened the box he brought in, took out a reagent with emerald green fluorescence from his schoolbag, and said, "This is the fourth-generation genetic medicine."

The female zombie tilted her head, and the male zombie standing on the opposite side of the console came over and took the reagents. After careful analysis, she frowned and put the results on the big screen.

Jiang Yang looked at the dense and complicated data, and asked after the female zombie frowned: "What can you see?"

"Seeing a group of poor people trying to understand technology, but in the end they can only honestly use technology as a theorem."

Her words sounded very strange, Jiang Yang nodded expressionlessly, and saw her look up the data repeatedly and then raised her head and said:

"There is no obvious difference between the fourth generation and the first generation, but the activity and some characteristics of bacteria are slightly adjusted, which weakens the improvement of human body strength so that human beings can produce more genetic material for reproduction, but this is only Ordinary biotechnology has not been as earth-shattering as the first generation of medicine."

The male zombie couldn't help but said: "But this is enough. Under such a transformation, human beings' ability to adapt to radiation energy will gradually increase, and their physical strength and lifespan will also increase slowly. The new human beings will slowly recover." With the help of these bacteria, it has evolved to the state that is most suitable for the current environment, provided that Luo Jincheng no longer makes any earth-shattering things."

Jiang Yang asked: "Can we make this potion?"

The female zombie answered easily:

"If it's only to this extent, when I cultivate those bacteria, we can make them at will, and even make some adjustments according to our hobbies, such as adjusting its activity to make the human body stronger, but at the same time the fertility rate is reduced. Dropping or something, in short, this is not a very difficult technique, it is just a functional adjustment based on the first-generation medicine."

Having said that, she stopped and muttered to herself: "Where did Luo Jincheng find the inspiration to make the first-generation potion? Was he really inspired by God?"

The three of them were silent for a while before Jiang Yang asked again: "How is the research on that cell tissue?"

The male zombie shut his mouth and did not speak, and the female zombie also bowed her head in silence for a while before slowly opening her mouth to say:

"Without any progress, that thing doesn't look like something that exists in nature at all. I even want to believe that a god created it, and it is a real god that is countless times stronger than Luo Jincheng."

She opened a folder on the computer, and there was only one picture in it.

"I'm sorry, this thing has exceeded my thinking ability. Although I know it's a cell, in fact I just forcibly defined it through my own knowledge."

Looking at Jiang Yang who didn't understand very well, the female zombie increased her voice and introduced:

"What you see now is a kind of cell that can divide without limit after obtaining energy and matter, and when energy and resources are scarce, it can be locked firmly and almost without any natural loss. Where did you get that tissue? ? You killed a god?"

She was agitated, Jiang Yang glanced at her and said calmly, "What if this is the result of natural evolution?"

The female zombie grabbed Jiang Yang's arm and asked, "Then have you seen gods for so many years?"

Jiang Yang was not angry either, he plugged the hard drive in his schoolbag into the computer, and opened the screen shot on the back of the moon.

When seeing that huge person, the female zombie sat down on the ground.

It wasn't until the video was played hundreds of times that she asked in a hoarse voice, "Did he run to the moon by himself?"

Looking at the equally curious male zombie, Jiang Yang shook his head: "I don't think so."

The giant in the video is lying in the soil on the back of the moon, the dark red flesh is still squirming, and the black blood vessels are running through it, desperately trying to catch the mech soldiers flying above.

The female zombie squinted her eyes and stood up looking at Jiang Yang and said, "The piece in my hand was cut from him?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "It was cut from the heart."

She let out a long sigh: "Indeed, only you can do it. How is his combat effectiveness?"

Jiang Yang said solemnly: "The body is flexible and the strength is average, but the recovery ability is terrible."

The female zombie asked again: "Can you leave me a copy of the video?"

Jiang Yang nodded again: "There are some other materials in the hard disk left for you. On the one hand, I am here to see you, on the other hand, I want to connect to the network connection here."

The female zombie pointed to the corner of the room: "It's been so many years that I don't know if the wire is broken or not. You can study it yourself, but I generally can't get in other than you, and it's very troublesome to take things out."

"Didn't I tell you that the zombie factory is a thing of the past, and now I can come over to see you occasionally." Jiang Yang said as he walked over to look at the thread sealed in the solid wall.

This was reserved when the laboratory was established.

As she said, there is no way to open this laboratory, and no one dares to open it again.

Not only because it has been covered in dust for so many years, but also because even if a little bit of the research inside is leaked out at will, it may trigger the extinction of creatures all over the world.

Fortunately, the network cable did not seem to have changed. Jiang Yang stood up and picked up the empty schoolbag, and looked at the box of life substances: "These medicines are enough for the two of you to use for 70 years. I will bring you some more when I come next time." Come here, but I still hope we can master the technology to make this thing."

The male zombie nodded and said, "My progress here is not bad, but you also know that there are always some whimsical ideas that are not understandable in the things that guy Luo Jincheng made."

Jiang Yang looked at him seriously: "After the network is connected, I will find someone to help you."

He can basically be sure now that the things provided by the system are not generated out of thin air or come from other universes, they are local substances, but the manufacturing methods and ideas are different from this world.

There is no incomprehensible new substance, which means that the place where the system is born is under the same dimension as this world.

This is really quite rare good news.

The female zombie opened the test tube and took out a milliliter of white fluorescent liquid, carefully sealed it in a metal tube as thick as an arm, and handed it to Jiang Yang:

"For 1000 people, you can use it first. If you want more, you can find a way to send in raw materials. If you need to adjust any functions, just let the brothers outside operate."

Jiang Yang opened his mouth and swallowed the metal tube, and said seriously: "The brothers outside have finished their studies, and I will make the first call after the laboratory is built."

The two smiled and waved their hands: "Then wait for your good news."

Nodding his head, Jiang Yang put the empty schoolbag behind his back, turned around and walked into the entrance.

"boom"

The blazing flames enveloped him, and the female zombie stood in the laboratory looking at Jiang Yang who was motionless in the flames and let the flames burn her with her hands open: "When can we study Brother Yang?"

The male zombie shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let's talk about it after we figure out how this cell works, and by the way, we can produce living matter by ourselves."

If this laboratory wants to go out, it has to go through strong acid and strong alkali soaking, countless times of disinfection and vacuum isolation, plus burning with a [-]-degree flame for more than eight hours.

The male zombie asked curiously: "What material is this schoolbag, Brother Yang?"

The female zombie shook her head: "I don't know, but when I first saw him, he was carrying this bag."

In fact, it's not that the two of them can't go out, but it's just that they need to consume at least two hundred life substances to repair their bodies, and it's definitely not that easy to resist damage.

But Brother Yang, he can even sing leisurely in the flames.

The female zombie looked at the giant on the moon on the big screen: "So what kind of monsters are the first generation of zombies?"

The male zombie next to him pointed to the corner of the screen and carefully reminded: "Pay attention to Brother Yang's label, this is a human being."

"Fuck, Monster Story, right?"

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In the first seven days after the zombie factory was abolished, because the expected riots did not happen, each base city began to assign emergency guards to various communities to inquire about the behavior and whereabouts of these zombies.

The ten days of observation made the guards a little tired, but the zombies did not show the expected dissatisfaction and aggression.

They even call the municipal government to ask about follow-up arrangements and work issues.

Finally, at the end of October, the No. [-] base city, which had only abolished some factories, took the lead in coming up with a plan, officially allowing zombies to operate shops and other economic activities in the city, and allowing private companies to hire zombies as employees.

The civil rights of zombies have finally expanded a bit, and they have received the same treatment as humans in terms of production and management.

But after this plan was implemented, beyond everyone's expectations, some company owners and shop owners in Base City [-] jointly declared that they were unwilling to do business with zombies and resisted zombies opening shops around them.

At first, Li Hongbo, who was still paying attention to the unemployed zombies to prevent them from making trouble, didn't care.

But as more and more people joined the joint statement, by the time he realized that this had become a problem, the business circle in the entire No. [-] base city had reached a consensus: refuse zombies to enter the market.

For this reason, he had to call a meeting of representatives of the largest commercial companies in the city.

The attitude of these people is very clear. They don't want to do business with zombies, and they don't want zombies to enter the market. If they really let go of zombies, they can only move to other cities.

This was already a blatant threat, Li Hongbo could only announce the end of the meeting with an ugly face, and thought about it all day in the office by himself.

And this statement spread more and more widely during his hesitation, and even quickly spread to several other cities.

After all, only some zombie workers were laid off in Base City No. 1000, and all zombie factories were abolished in many other cities, and the number of unemployed zombies exceeded [-] million overnight.

It was in this atmosphere that the policy of opening up the free market officially appeared in front of the public.

Base City No. [-], directly opposite the central square, countless people stood on the street blocking the passing vehicles. Most of these people were ordinary people. They just stood at the door of a shop and remained silent.

When the black car passed by, a group of people in black suits pushed the crowd of onlookers into an aisle. After the car stopped, a short and fat old man got out of the car with a big smile.

The shop owner, who was in his early 60s, was standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for him. When he saw the old man, he greeted him with a smile.

There were more and more people watching outside, but the two of them didn't care at all, they just walked into the store.

After about 10 or [-] minutes, the short and fat old man came out with a smile, looked at the circle of silent people, and proudly lifted the box in his hand to show the contents inside.

Someone in the crowd whispered: "The Hummingbird Type 168 submachine gun was retired from active service in [-] of the Cataclysm Era. Based on it, the Hummingbird Type [-] with improved barrel material and gunpowder performance is the last generation of gunpowder weapons. This thing is only better than the gunpowder weapons in active service. A generation behind."

The car drove out of the crowd under the protection of those men in black suits, and then a new car came in. Those men in black suits simply stood in two rows at the entrance to block the surrounding onlookers, forcibly leaving a path leading to the store. The way to the door.

After the regulations on opening up the free market officially came into effect, the official website of the Federal Security Service announced the list of the first batch of shops licensed to sell firearms.

And here is the first batch, and also the first gun shop in Base City No. [-].

People have gathered since eight o'clock in the morning, and since the door opened, the store has sold 26 firearms.

Some people went in and looked at the price. It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't outrageously expensive either. But in short, most people still couldn't understand why they had to pay such a sum of money to buy weapons.

Could it be that the Federation is not going to provide military protection to the base city?

No, this year's conscription plan has been issued, more than in previous years.

Could it be that a large-scale war is about to break out in the Federation and the people need to go to the battlefield with guns?

Nothing like this seems to be happening either.

People stood outside the gun shop and watched a car go in, and watched the rich bosses buy one or two weapons.

From the old models a hundred years ago to the active equipment that was just eliminated in the previous generation, these weapons that were once only used to protect the safety of the people are now sold as commodities.

"What the hell is this going to do?"

Someone was asking questions in a low voice, and Feng Wenbin, who was standing next to him, looked at the scene in front of him without saying a word.

He couldn't understand the federation's policy, and he hadn't contacted Brother Yang in the past few days.

The people around come from all walks of life, but they all have one thing in common: they can't afford the weapons in the store, and they don't know what will happen to these weapons after they are sold.

Feng Wenbin muttered to himself: "How does the Federation define the right to fire? Self-protection? How much is self-protection?"

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