"How did you live?" Soap immediately asked
"I ran for a long time … I don’t know how long it was …" Ulrich recalled, "I took what little dry food and water he had left for about five days … maybe six days.
"Later, I remember that I got sick … a very serious disease that almost died. At that time, I felt that every organ in my body seemed to have melted, and my skin was so sore that I could rub it together with my bottom belt with a gentle rub … I can’t remember it. Anyway, that feeling is more painful than death …"
"What happened later?" Soap asked again
This is obviously a symptom of acute radiation sickness, and it is the kind of severe terminal illness … Generally, at this stage, people can already prepare for the funeral. Even if we give him Ark Wen, the most advanced medical means at this stage can’t take people back from the underworld-the body-cybernetic body can replace those tissues and organs that are necrotic due to radiation, but the human brain is the only way to replace cybernetic body.
Although the brain is the most "resistant" place for human body to magnetic radiation, the brain cells whose lymphocytes and hematopoiesis are seriously damaged in the late stage of acute radiation sickness will still be implicated in the damage even if the body is not damaged by radiation-the situation of losing self-infectivity and hematopoiesis, virus and bacteria invasion, lack of oxygen response and so on will bring fatal threats to the brain … from mild symptoms of cerebral infarction to severe brain death.
"I don’t know … I can’t remember how many days later, these painful symptoms gradually disappeared … When I woke up, my strength came back … The original skin became a hard and fragile shell and it took a long time to shed." Ulrich held out his hands. "The nails fell off and never grew back."
Soap looked down at Ulrich’s hands carefully. Although his fingers had no nails, their fingertips were wrapped in a hard stratum corneum, just like the claws of wild animals.
"You … you don’t know how you live?" Noir murmured, "Acute radiation sickness just recovered on its own?"
"It’s really possible." The clown nodded. "The human gene sequence has poor evolution. Maybe even the top genetic engineering technology can write these evolutionary branches, which will unlock themselves only when certain conditions are met … The Institute did this experiment to make these D-level personnel who put into the test evolve or mutate under extreme environmental stimuli. If they can have a successful example, they can find a breakthrough point from this kind of genetic change and expand the scope of gene editing technology."
Ark Wen’s existing genetic engineering technology is not as simple as inserting a few key characters into the code directly as computer programming … Every existing gene editing technology gains valuable experience through trial and error several times … There are several kinds of genetic changes, and 99.9% of them end in death. It is feasible to approach a road with that probability limit, and the research institute experiment is to constantly drive the "experimental body" into these "fork roads" to observe their subsequent changes.
Most of the forks lead to cliffs or traps, but if you choose enough roads, one or two will make sense … and these "roads" will become the key research direction of gene editing engineering.
For example, in the old era, there was a rare disease with a mortality rate of 100%. All patients with this disease died, but one day a special patient miraculously recovered. The doctors conducted the most detailed examination on this recovered patient and found that there were some remarkable features in the patient’s genes.
But doctors don’t know exactly where the terminal illness is cured. They can choose to try the most common "controlled variable method" in science and try it little by little … This is a stupid method, but it is the most reliable one.
Gene therapy for this rare disease will not officially appear until it is determined that a certain gene mutation can make people acquire the ability to deal with this epidemic … but in this process, countless patients who have undergone clinical trials will die, and only a few "lucky" can choose the right path.
Ulrich is one in a million … even a lucky one in a million.
"No … I don’t think radiation sickness is the key to self-healing …" Soap glanced at the clown intentionally. "Radiation is not the key. Why did you live in this place for five years and haven’t been discovered by the ark detection robot? To be honest, even if there is no radiation in this place, I don’t think I can stay here for five years. How do you avoid those mutant creatures and how do you tell the direction here? The maze structure changes every second. I don’t believe you can remember all these changes-even clowns can’t! "
"What, what?" Soap’s series of questions directly puzzled Ulrich. He had not communicated with human beings for too long, and even his language ability was slowly restored. His brain was not transformed from the way of thinking similar to that of wild animals for a while. Soap’s barrage of questions made him unable to stand up and almost shut down Ulrich’s brain.
"Answer one question after another. Don’t worry." Noir patted Ulrich on the shoulder consolingly and pulled out a diluted military stimulant and gave it to him. "Why don’t you tell us how you know the direction in this place first?"
"Direction … I, I don’t know." Ulrich shook his head. "I am … walking around by feeling …"
"Have you ever been lost?"
"I don’t know …" Ulrich still shook his head. "But if I want to go to a place, I can always get there … for example, I know that the big worm in front of me is quiet and it doesn’t pose a threat to me, but he is a monster because this big worm never comes near here. Every time I catch prey, I will come here to eat."
"And," Ulrich went on to say, "this big bug will release a strange smell. I smell like … like …"
Ulrich repeated the word "like" for several times, as if he couldn’t find a suitable word after searching his heart, or as if he had forgotten the things that can be used as metaphors in human society. He stuck for a long time and said, "I don’t know what kind of smell it is, but it doesn’t feel anything to me, but it will attract some other little things to pounce on it, and then I can catch a lot of prey."
Ulrich grabbed the corpse of the flying squirrel as if to show off, and said to the soap, "This is what I caught here … It flies very fast, but if you seize the opportunity to pounce on it, you will have meat to eat!" "
"In this case, this guy doesn’t seem to be lost." Soap and Noir glances. "He can go back to this place no matter where he goes … It’s obvious that he has regarded this place as a’ safety zone’."
"Could it be bioenergy?" Noir wanted to reach out to Toba, but she entrusted him with a protective chest and helmet. When seen from the front, it was like a person wearing this thing divided into two iron drums. Don’t even touch his neck.
"I heard that there was a creature called migratory birds on the former earth, which traveled back and forth between two fixed habitats every season. Some habitats were far away, but these migratory birds never lost their way," Noir went on to say.
"This guy is human and we are human. Why don’t we have this ability?" Soap said, "Even the cybernetic people who put the positioning device in their heads can’t move freely in this maze."
The structure of the ground maze is very complicated, and there are many layers. This is a constantly changing three-dimensional space, not that kind of map that can describe a two-dimensional plane area. Even if they are given soap, they can’t get out of this maze.
"He is different from us" Noir shook his head. "Have you ever seen ordinary people who can heal themselves without treatment after suffering from acute radiation sickness? He is different from us on this alone. "
When Soap was going to argue with Noir, the clown was silent. "I don’t think you have to struggle with this kind of thing … we need to pursue the result in the process now. I don’t care about the reason, let alone me."
"Er … what you said seems reasonable. How are you going to pursue the result?" Soap leng asked
"Ulrich Nowitzki, do you want to take revenge on the researchers and let those big white coats experience the taste you have experienced in the past five years?" The clown looked at Ulrich shock way
"yes! I want them dead! It’s too cheap for them not to simply die! I want to make their lives worse than death … Give them back ten times, one hundred times and one thousand times what I have experienced! " Ulrich, who had calmed down, was excited again. He waved his skinny arms vigorously and even ignored the fact that his prey was thrown to the ground.
"We have a plan. Do you want to join us?" The clown asked again
"What plan?"
"You should know that there are many very powerful monsters in this place, right?"
"I know … those monsters are even more horrible than Lei Shou … I can’t even go near the edge area of their territory …" Together, those monsters Ulrich involuntarily shuddered and said that their voices were much smaller.
"Can you feel those powerful monsters in the maze?" Soap DengYuan eyes with a hint of surprise tone asked.
Ulrich nodded. "Yes … but I never go near those places."
"Then if I want you to take us to find those monsters, can you find them?" The clown asked again
"no! I will die, and you will all die! You have no idea how terrible those monsters are! Everyone who see them will be killed! Never go near those places! "
"It’s strange that since you have been near these places and have never seen those monsters, how do you know they are terrible?" Soap doubt way
"I … I can’t say it, but I know it anyway!" Ulrich’s face showed a hint of hysteria. "If you want to go by yourself, I won’t go near those places anyway!"
"But you can determine the general orientation of those monsters, right?" Asked the clown
Ulrich Zheng slightly hesitated and nodded.
"If we are going to put these monsters on the ground and let the white coats of the institute face these monsters, would you like us to help … this plan is risky but not low in feasibility … if you can help us solve two problems?"
"Put these monsters on the ground and let them slaughter those damn white coats …" Ulrich stared at the clown for several seconds before asking, "Are you sure … you can do that?"
"If you are willing to help us, we can do it with great probability." The clown nodded solemnly.
"How can I help you?"
"First, you have to help us locate these powerful monsters so that we can find them," said the clown. "Second, you have to help us find the exit to the ground, and it must be big enough for those monsters to pass through the exit. Third, you have to tell us the monsters and the exit route … In order to lead the monsters to the exit, the highest risk is that you don’t need to participate."
"I don’t think the second point is possible," Soap said to Noir. "If this guy knew the exit to the ground, he would have run out long ago. Why did he stay in this hellhole for five years?"
But soap never thought that he would be hit in the face in a second-
"I know there are many exits to the ground … some of them are big," Ulrich said firmly.
"Are you a masochist, since you know that you can’t leave here?" Soap felt some would face immediately asks.
"There are those white coats on the ground … if I am caught by them … it will be worse than staying in this place." Ulrich’s eyes flashed a very real fear color-for those in the institute, his heart was more fear than hate accidents.