Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 194 Evolution
That's it.

The detector on Ji Zhi's back was already hot, and after processing the collected environmental information, he came to a preliminary conclusion.

But the matter was serious, the detector still sent the signal back to the fugitive, and let the blunt use a computer with a stronger computing power to compare, and finally confirmed this fact.

Here, the smell of resentment is extremely strong, like the perfect natural gunpowder magazine prepared for the creation of the gods, and the distance from being detonated is only as slight as the occasional slight static electricity in the dry air.

Should be ignorant of the outside world, the fate of birth is to inherit genes and its mutations and be packed into cans and sold overseas, so how did such resentment arise?
There is a high probability that the place where it may be detonated is not only here.

The detectors show that even in a petri dish, there are not one or two starfish who have resentment in their minds, but countless people with universality.

And there is more than one slaughterhouse for the starfish. In order to ensure the supply of canned food for the entire galaxy, they are distributed in the alliance like star points.

However, what is needed right now is to find a specific method of dismantling the bomb in the slaughterhouse in front of me. Afterwards, various unmanned objects can be used to dismantle the bomb to break the surface, which is simple and efficient.

Sagittarius floated among the fruits with her iron skirt, beckoning to Zuo Wu, thinking that there might be something that needs her to operate at close range, so she quietly waited for the order.

But facing the well-behaved in the distance, Zuo Wu closed his eyes, because Duzi kept bombarding his field of vision with emails in panic.

The little daughter-in-law with a bald head was incoherently repeating to her husband how horrific what happened in the other side of the village was, and the emails she sent were full of typos.

Zuo Wu could only smack his tongue and ignore the content that he really couldn't understand, picked out a few letters with a slightly clearer logic, and then worked hard to summarize, and finally told the situation to everyone:
"According to the blunt analysis, we are now sitting on a powder keg that may explode at any time; the power of an explosion in a single slaughterhouse is still limited, and based on the number of factories run by Mr. Shi Wener, it is not empty talk to wipe out the alliance."

"Also, the explosion time predicted by Li Que should only be an estimate; people's hearts are difficult to measure, and the speed at which the concentration of resentment rises is also unstable, which makes it impossible to predict the actual time of the explosion."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Wuza touched it for a while, but still felt that there was a problem; Jin Mian was not there, so the pressure would be less if I used Yingge to ask people for example:
"Is the power of the Creation Manifesto developed again? Before Yinggesuo burned hundreds of millions of people who survived, the power gained was only to destroy a giant structure; this time it can really destroy 90.00% of a huge galaxy[-]? "

Shi Wen'er was holding on to the railing, rubbing his fleshy and wrinkled hands back and forth on it, his face was expressionless, he didn't know what he was thinking, but the voice he made was as kind as he used to, and he couldn't change it:

"I am pursuing the 'quantity' of ordinary people. Although I am ashamed, I have achieved initial results for so many years;"

"At least within the reach of the Alliance, or even a jump around the channel, the starfish are the largest ethnic group, more than all other ethnic groups combined."

Zuo Wu was stunned, and recalled the price of each can: "But cans are obviously a luxury."

"You Dilian people should know this kind of marketing best. '[-] Lafite' has become a common proverb to describe luxury goods in the galaxy. Even if the [-] Lafite produced in any month on the earth exceeded the actual output of the year by several times. times,"

Shi Wener tilted his head: "There is a reason, of course, my compatriots' canned food also has some place to use evaluation strategies."

"So," Zuo Wu nodded, "then we can only plan for the worst possible situation, that is, so many slaughterhouses of yours have become hotbeds for the detonation of the Creation Manifesto, and dismantling bombs is a big project."

The referee's fleshy face still showed no expression: "Just leave the bomb disposal of all factories to me later, and I will arrange the troops and creations; you just study how to dismantle them."

"Row."

Zuo Wu nodded, didn't say anything else, waved to Ji Zhi, and proceeded as planned.

Madam Sagittarius was already bored, so she took off the detectors she was carrying, placed them on the fruits, pierced them with sharp thorns, and collected the liquid inside, like a sudden birth test.

On the other hand, Ai Shanshan used the ancient painting Clear Sky to let the creation act as an "antenna" to strengthen the connection with the Fugitive; the distance between the Fugitive and this place is still far away, and the resulting delay is unacceptable for some fine research.

Using war artifacts like the ancient painting Qingkong to act as a transfer station to enhance signals and reduce delays is not overkill, but it is indeed unprofessional, and it is not easy to do.

This is not what Zuo Wu is most worried about.

After all, the person who is most likely to go wrong is the blunt person on the starship; even if she snatches the body of the former scientist, but after careful calculation, she can only barely be regarded as a "management talent". layman.

Ai Shanshan is not good either. She is good at modifying and driving all kinds of creations, and she can also tinker with quite sophisticated detectors.

However, her technique of using data is limited to the basics in the textbooks of the Machine Control Corps, which is sufficient to deal with daily situations; but she is a bit powerless to further study the abnormal phenomena hidden in the data.

Marika is a real scientist, but she can only be regarded as an outsider compared to the big family of the Fugitive; she has been almost half-lost since joining the Alliance, and she can't be contacted now.

After thinking about it, I can only leave it to Dutzi, hoping that there is still some scientist's instinct left in the body she took away, so as to increase the probability of successful research.

then.

Ai Shanshan and Duzi sent successively the news that the preparations were completed, and Duzi also sent a lot of emoticons to show that she was full of confidence.

Zuo Wu was getting more and more uncertain; the bald-headed AI was still bluffing because of some discoveries just now, making himself nervous.

How can it look like a scientific researcher?

In the real-time video sent back, Duzi started to work, and Della beside him went out cautiously and threw herself back into Jin Mian's arms.

In order to save face in front of his daughter, the bald AI's eyes have always been extremely determined, but the movements of his hands gradually became chaotic.

Della thought it was because she didn't have enough blunt hands to keep up with her own mother's quick thinking.

Zuo Wu rubbed the space between his brows, unable to say anything; at least the blunt man still had some ideas, and it would be even more blind for him to do it by himself.

It's just that he was sure in his heart that in the future, there must be companions who are good at scientific research on the Fugitive, otherwise he encountered some interesting abnormal phenomena during the journey, but he couldn't analyze them. Isn't it a pity to panic?
It is also impossible to directly "earn money up the mountain" to Professor Marika. At present, what Zuo Wu can think of is those technology hunters who are in the void, resisting the high-dimensional storm caused by the imminent detonation of the Creation Manifesto.

Will there be one or two among them who are willing to go with him?Or let them think of a way to develop the blunt mind?

All good, but the specific implementation still has to wait until they are rescued from the storm of the void, and the only way to calm the storm currently seems to be to dismantle the "bomb", and everything is back to the original point.

Zuo Wu sighed, it doesn't feel good to sit on a powder keg that will explode at any time, but there is really nothing to do right now.

I can only accompany Liangguling and Shi Wener leaning on the railing to watch the world tree-like farm in front of me.

Liang Guling and Shi Wen'er were far away, Zuo Wu came to the middle of them.

The lawyer's black eyes were already fully occupied by the star points of the World Tree, and he sighed silently: "Chief Judge, I can sum up a lot of laws and regulations of various civilizations in my heart, and all of them can declare that your actions are illegal."

Shi Wen'er nodded, the expression on his face did not fluctuate: "But you have already believed that there is no law."

"That's right." Liang Guling replied, smiling at her own words.

This is another pain point of the law. It is so short-sighted. Even if it can judge a madman whose actions have exceeded its framework, it does not mean that it is correct.

Even after the test of time, it will eventually prove that the law and the associated moral condemnation are the wrong one.

Under the impetus of Shi Wener.

Starfish people have indeed become the largest group of people living within a few light-years. The more canned food is sold, the more eager for new tastes.

If letting compatriots spread across the galaxy can be compared to expanding the territory, then the merits of the chief referee to the starfish group are no less than any emperors and generals produced in their civilization——

The emperors and generals also have masters, which are the genes in their bodies; the genes just want to copy themselves and spread their own selfishness.

If the genes had spirits, they might defy their selfishness and give Shi Wener an extremely generous reward.

Shi Wen'er doesn't need praise. Although the madman is eager to be recognized, even if he is alone, it is enough.

Silence fell again, the process of research is so boring and difficult.

The centaur girl is still floating there.

Ai Shanshan had already dozed off in the clear sky of the ancient painting, his feet were numb from sitting for too long.

Levina, who gritted her teeth and went out, came back because she couldn't bear to watch intelligent creatures that were supposed to be alive being sent to the slaughterhouse.

The elf clenched her fist with one arm, and walked deep down the inspection passage of the "World Tree" with a livid face, trying to record the scenes in it. This was her own stubborn battle.

Liang Guling rested his chin on the railing, thinking more and more things in his mind: "Chief referee, you accepted the bone man in the league because you also took a fancy to our potential to be raised?"

Shi Wener still nodded silently: "I think the simultaneous extinction of civilization and creatures is not empty talk, and since my compatriots are like this, the promotion in the form of canned food is feasible, of course I want to make a copy of this success."

"After all, every additional creature that can grow more abundant is one more possibility in the mass extinction that may come at some point in the future."

"Otherwise, if only my compatriots survived, it would really be a boring galaxy; it's a pity that the reproductive capacity of your skeleton people is too limited."

Liangguling smiled again: "Are you so sure that your compatriots are the last ones to survive?"

The referee nodded without hesitation:

"I'm just a layman trying to use the long-term plan. Because I'm a layman, I can't think of other methods other than relying on delicious food to promote breeding, and I can't predict all kinds of situations."

"Perhaps everything I do in ten thousand years may be a failure, but I am just a layman at the moment, and I have no way to imagine and plan for such a long time. I can only focus on the present and move in the direction I believe in."

"So, I also... can't live ten thousand years later, I have to assume that everything I do will succeed in the end."

Just assume.

Zuo Wu heard the words wafting into his left and right ears, and suddenly understood why Shi Wener kept rubbing the railing, and kept his face expressionless.

There is no need to wait until "ten thousand years later", the research results of Duzi today may sentence everything Shi Wener has done to death.

Because the design drawings of the God Creation Manifesto have been leaked, according to Li Quer, as long as they are a little better at diaspora Yingge people, any civilization may get its design drawings.

And those who get the blueprints may even need to send out a few low-level thugs, and they may turn the factory that is still producing cans into a bomb that can destroy a galaxy.

Just like Li Quer, just an exile from an indigenous civilization in the atomic age would do.

With such a risk, there is a high probability that a sensible regime will choose to close the factory.

Only a few small regimes that have been eroded to the core by energy coins may still insist on production, and canned food will become a real luxury, and will slowly be submerged in the vastness of the galaxy and endless time, becoming a legend that will eventually be lost.

This is what Shi Wener has been pursuing all his life, and the will that will be tested by the "mass extinction" that is only conjectured by ordinary people after ten thousand years will be shattered.

Good luck tricks people, everything is just the appearance of a weapon that is so simple but so powerful that it does not make sense.

Dilian lost its precious giant structure because of the creation of the gods, and Shi Wener may lose all his efforts because of it.

Nothing unfair.

Shi Wen'er had already figured it out in his heart, but under his expressionless face, his hand holding the railing became tighter and tighter.

and many more.

It is too early to draw conclusions.

I haven't lost yet.

Everything is just my assumption. The hidden danger of the God Creation Manifesto being detonated in the slaughterhouse may be easily ruled out.

In this way, as long as the reward is greater than the risk, the starfish can still expand their territory by virtue of their numbers, and survive the mass extinction that may be my imagination, possible, possible!
Shi Wen'er was pinching the railing, and the veins in his still fleshy hands were once again bulging, but the railing didn't change at all, just like most creatures have fragile bodies, and they are so powerless in the face of metal creations.

But the creature wants to challenge the "ten thousand years" with such a fragile body and an unintelligent brain.

I can't tell whether it is arrogance or courage.

At this moment, Zuo Wu's eyes suddenly widened.

He stretched out his finger and flicked the horns on Shi Wener's head that had been blunted by the years: "Don't be sad, the preliminary conclusion of my blunt research has come out."

Shi Wener nodded: "I want to hear it."

His voice was extremely hoarse, full of anticipation that had been suppressed for too long.

Zuo Wu nodded, and continued: "The reason for the resentment is very simple, that is, someone injected a video signal into the culture medium of the factory, probably the "Animal World" of your starfish."

"There are blue sky and white clouds in the video."

"But the time when the audio was injected should have been a long time ago, Li Yu just took advantage of this."

"This kind of signal has no effect at all, but among you starfish people, the mutated individuals produced a long, long time ago have produced an 'evolution' that can receive the signal in the culture fluid into the mind."

"The starfish man in the distant past should have been in cans long ago. The mutated gene he left behind that can receive electrical signals has been widely passed down, and now traces can be found in all flavors of canned food."

(End of this chapter)