fifth form

"This kid is abnormal!"

Normal scribbling must be irregular.

But in Zhang Xuezhou's "concentration", Changkongluo found that the other party's characters were very regular, and the font construction was extremely complete.

"He seems to have created a ciphertext!"

Any ordinary person can write a word at will, and this kind of word may have no connection with the mainstream text of the Red Alliance.

Usually, this kind of word is also called 'typo'.

However, if the scale of typos can be enlarged to 1 to [-] different characters, and each character has its own special meaning, and can be connected into a sentence, this is another kind of writing, or even a ciphertext that can be used to transmit special information.

Obviously, what Zhang Xuezhou wrote is a kind of ciphertext.

Except for creators and learners, no one else can know the relevant content of writing.

This is probably the reason why Zhang Xuezhou didn't care about Turkalando and Changkong watching from the sidelines.

Even the other party seemed to have thousands of words to transcribe at this time, and they couldn't spare the normal time at all.

Changkongluo asked Turkalando some things, and when it was difficult to ask any more, he took out two bound volumes from Zhang Xuezhou's bookshelf and turned the pages.

As usual, these are the words written by Zhang Xuezhou.

After flipping through several books, Changkongluo discovered the normal Crimson Confederate characters.

But he recognized these words, but the content made him a little confused.

"How do you translate it and still not understand?"

"This seems to be a bit like a monk's content!"

When the content of another practice system appeared in front of him, Chang Kongluo was at a loss.

It seems that what he knows is about literature, but what he opened is about genetics.

Know the words, but don't understand the meaning.

If Ren would still be able to learn the words of Bo Na Wanjia in his life, and keep searching for ancient books for research, Chang Kongluo would really devote all his attention to genetics.

His memories that had been dusty for a long time slowly turned the pages, and he also returned to the years when practicing martial arts could only strengthen his body, and there were some monks talking about deception, making it difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

For people of that era, firearms were the normal means of self-defense, and thermal weapons were also invincible in their minds.

Until the collapse of the Qinmeng Empire, some researchers made a mistaken attempt to study related organisms in the ruins of Qinmeng, and genetic technology began to be used on the dead, and some of the dead also obtained extremely superb skills.

Like dodging guns.

With this ability alone, many high-level executives had to step into the development of seeking genes.

This kind of research has shifted from crops that solve people's livelihood conflicts to human beings themselves.

Like crops, human beings are constantly improving the genes in their bodies through grafting and other methods, and are constantly developing their own abilities.

The human gene project has even become an arms race, and humans with special abilities continue to emerge.

Some people died short-lived, but more genetic methods suitable for human development survived until more and more in-depth research.

Changkongluo had paid attention to the development of genes, and when he looked back at the various abilities of physical fitness, he only felt that Zhang Xuezhou's materials were a little less jerky.

That was the content of martial arts and monks that they had put down, but it seemed that some people picked it up again.

A few years ago, Changkongluo couldn't help but spit on "stubbornness" when he saw this situation.

But now, he vaguely realized that too much was sacrificed in the rapid development of genes.

Some content that should not be given up has undoubtedly been given up under the rapid development, but it is difficult for them, the elderly, to pick it up again.

"Eighth Sequence, Ninth Sequence... Tenth Sequence Creates Gods!"

He murmured.

The gene sequence is undoubtedly defined, and it is accompanied by extremely fanatical research purposes.

The ultimate superhuman will completely break away from the category of normal people and thus enter a new stage of life.

In the ultimate sequence defined by them, this type of person has supreme force, endless lifespan, and a body that will never fail.

Gene research is indeed moving in this direction, and has even achieved preliminary results in some aspects.

It's a pity for Chang Kongluo that no matter how crazy they are, they have passively become the outcasts of society.

After all, they cannot escape the invasion of time, and the youth on the outside cannot stop the decay on the inside.

They are getting old.

They will be crazy, they will die, and it will be difficult to see the birth of the ultimate sequencer.

No one is reconciled, so they grab at any straw that might come their way.

Wang Jiangtao is like this, Song Xianzhong is like this, Luo Tianming is like this, Changkongluo is no exception.

As long as he thinks of Luo Tianming's smug face in Mu Nian Mansion, Chang Kong Luo feels unwilling.

What Luo Tianming pursues, he will certainly pursue.

During the seven days that Zhang Xuezhou slept, it was because he went through repeated communication, signing contracts, binding, and even accepting electronic shackles, and was implanted with small bombs in his body. Changkongluo gained temporary freedom.

Chang Kongluo never thought that any life was so important.

He even started to regret that day like a poisonous scorpion.

As long as he can communicate well with Ren Sheng, and the two go hand in hand to the research of spiritual longevity, why did he end up in the current situation.

Right now there is no Ren Sheng, Ren Wuyang has already gone to Qin Meng, and Ren Anran has fallen into abnormality after Ren Sheng's death, and has been blocked in the medical center.

As for Wang Haoran, who had his tendons broken, or Song Buer, who was bereaved, and Qin Wenhan, who was also mentally ill, they were not normal people.

Among the many choices, the only option left was Zhang Xuezhou, a student of Yisheng.

This is the worst option under normal circumstances, but it is also the object that Luo Tianming, Song Xianzhong, Chang Kongluo and others have to choose.

No matter how bad Zhang Xuezhou is, the other party is currently the person who can be contacted normally and is the most convenient to communicate with.

And Zhang Xuezhou seems to have perfectly inherited Ren Sheng's routine.

Chang Kongluo is not familiar with Ren Sheng, but he has also visited Ren Sheng's laboratory and even been to Ren Sheng's residence.

In Yi Sheng's place, most of the collections are all kinds of ancient books, accompanied by Yi Sheng's translations, revisions, revisions, etc. from time to time.

As for Zhang Xuezhou, the layout is similar to that of Ren Sheng.

Sitting in Zhang Xuezhou's study room where he was writing hard, Chang Kongluo thought for a long time.

It wasn't until there was a little more commotion among the task force members outside, and Zhu Haishan reluctantly came in with a nodding and bowing middle-aged man with tuberculosis, that Chang Kongluo came back to his senses.

Obviously, someone came to Zhang Xuezhou again.

This even got to the top management, and Zhu Haishan from the Zhu family had to come forward in person.

For the task force stationed outside Zhang's villa, this was obviously something Zhu Haishan had never expected.

After showing the certificate, Zhu Haishan was able to pass smoothly.

"Wen Yishan, you have found a busy man!"

Zhu Haishan was aggrieved before he came, thinking that Zhang Xuezhou was putting on too much.

But after seeing this group of members of the task force, he felt that it was normal for Zhang Xuezhou to put up some music.

Surrounded in circles like this, not to mention Zhang Xuezhou, even he has to get a certificate to pass.

This made him quite surprised why the Zhang family was besieged and which family was involved.

But in Xijing City, as Xijing City and other provinces and cities continue to fight in terms of public opinion, giving an explanation cannot be delayed for long.

This is an important matter at the moment, no matter which family or household has to give way.

Zhu Haishan felt that he still had some weight. If any company in Xijing City mobilized a task force to embarrass others, he would still be able to come forward and make peace.

"what……"

He knocked on the door, and when the villa door was opened by himself, Zhu Haishan was surprised when he saw the familiar figure inside, and all thoughts subsided.