Through the gossip of a group of intellectuals, Ronan finally found out that Bo Ran was actually a researcher at a research institute under the Hanguang Ancestral Court. He had a high talent for creation and was extremely accomplished in the field of life sciences.
His specialty is the direction of the autologous evolution of the genetic "golden cells", which is the achievement of the autologous "melting pot". After the completion of the "broadcasting method", a steady stream of new human undifferentiated cells with extraordinary and evolutionary capabilities will be produced. One of its application directions
One is the biochemical reactor that Ronan relies on very much now.
Boran is already at an almost normal level in this field and is a member of the expert team hired by the military.
However, such a future master-level expert angrily quit the institute because of a rejected project and the corresponding issue of "Monnet" usage rights, and gradually went to extremes.
After quitting the institute, in order to continue his research, Boran developed a set of alternative tools including "physical and chemical printing plates" to maintain his research progress despite the limitations of relevant instruments and equipment.
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If that was all, it would be fine. The problem is that he went crazy in the end and even thought about extending his project research goals to evil living bodies, and even considered the contaminated tissues of the evil living bodies of the monarch level...
Of course, his goal is "Dream God Evil".
For this reason, he joined forces with the Chujue Society and used evil taboo rituals to achieve their own goals.
According to legend, there seems to be help from the "outside".
Medical Officer Xiang Pei and others are not clear about the more specific behavior. Anyway, this incident caused quite a big fuss in the end. Bo Ran was also severely infected during a series of twists and turns, and was then arrested and imprisoned. What follows?
There is no news, it is said that he is dead.
Ronan couldn't help but lament that such a strong man who could both artificially cultivate "golden cells" and rub laboratory instruments ended up like this.
In such small talk, he continued to improve his understanding of the "Dream Network" and "The First Awakening Society", and by the way, he also supplemented some of the more gossipy common sense of the Hanguang Galaxy.
For example, why the Rong family's "one sect and two kings" have such a bad reputation in the Hanguang galaxy; how the research institutes under the Hanguang ancestral court are mixed, with one institute specializing in scum; "golden cells"
"How many strong men have come out in this field; how privately the ancestral court and the Senate are at odds with each other, and they fight every year because of the order of seats...
Some of this is knowledge that Ronan can learn from books or the Internet, but some of it can only be gossip passed down by word of mouth.
Some of the former things may be washed out by the magnificent long river of history and spread across tens or hundreds of thousands of years; but perhaps the latter part can anchor it and integrate into this era.
At least it seems possible.
Professor Lan Dao really has a good temper and doesn't care no matter how gossipy people like them do.
I just called Medical Officer Xiang Pei, confirmed the relevant information one by one, signed and filed it, and even joined in at the end.
"We are talking about the first awakening... Well, it is indeed one of the possibilities for the 'Internet bug' to develop to the extreme, but the probability is too low. People like Bo Ran don't just show up casually."
Having said this, he pondered for a moment and then nodded, "However, you cannot easily ignore what you are paying attention to. Even if you are not a member of the First Awakening Society and have a tendency to be sympathizers, you should pay attention to it in subsequent conversations."
A group of medical officers immediately fell silent and looked at each other.
The scope of sympathizers is too large and too vague. If we really do it, how can we still do it?
The doctor next to him, Xiang Pei, was also worried. He even received calls for help from his companions, so he forcibly changed the topic.
"Shifan, haven't you also dealt with Bo Ran?"
"Bo Ran, I met him several times at academic conferences and once for psychological testing after he was imprisoned. That person is extraordinary and terrifying, but it is also a pity... Forget it, let's not talk about it. Besides, I will become
Sympathizer."
At this time, he saw Ronan in the crowd. Fortunately, he was able to accurately identify the target from a group of double-armored packages. "Lieutenant Ronan, how is the work progress at the Tactical Intelligence Department?"
"It's being pushed forward. I have some free time here. I may have to go over to sign it later. It won't delay the conversation and portrait."
"It's not easy to get time from School Officer Hong Shuang. It's very good. Once your affairs are over, just focus on this aspect. I will communicate with School Officer Fang Shu."
"Ah? Okay."
Ronan did not refuse, although this was different from his judgment and design when he entered and exited the three rounds of the front committee.
At that time, he thought that the "Fantasy Configuration Version Battle Scroll" would be a short-term mission, and his long-term mission might be placed in frontline reconnaissance, which is the scope of the Tactical Intelligence Division.
But now, it seems to be reversed.
At the Tactical Intelligence Office, he replaced his personal workshop with automated production. Unless the product needed major adjustments, he no longer needed to rely on it for a while.
As for this side... we need to create a new "suicide bird"
", it seemed to be more complicated than he expected.
"You guys should continue your work, Lieutenant Ronan. It just so happens that our two interviewers and profilers will communicate again."
In the end, Professor Lan didn't say whether he wanted to include "sympathizers of the First Awakening Society" into the category of sorting out. In the tangle of disciples who wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, he smiled and took Ronan to the side where it would be quieter.
s room.
This is his lounge, which is only about five or six square meters. He usually takes a nap here when he is tired from work.
There is no bed or anything like that, but there is a space capsule sleeping set fixed on the wall that can restore energy, and then there are two eggshell-shaped suspended chairs similar to those in the conversation room, as well as the same suspended function.
A low table with a simple tea set.
Entering the lounge, Professor Lan Yao was not polite. He sat on a suspended chair first, and his whole body sank in. He sighed "Ah," "I usually drink a little fruit juice, and it's best to lie on the chair and shake it twice."
Rest...do you want some?"
Without waiting for Ronan to speak, he poured two cups from the thermos flask and motioned for Ronan to have a taste and enjoy it.
Ronan hesitated for a moment, why did it feel like it was another round of conversation?
Professor Lan Yao said to him again, "Don't you feel tired if you wear double armor like this every day? It's not a work period now. It's okay to relax."
"You're right."
Ronan smiled and refused no longer. No matter if it was another round of heart-to-heart talk, he would just stay with him.
Therefore, Ronan readily removed the outer layer of powered armor, reducing the thing to a large and thick armless chair made of steel, and put it aside.
This "steel chair" can also seat people, but it feels completely different from the "suspended chair".
Ronan took off the visor of the exoskeleton again, exposing his face that had been dull for weeks to the air.
The self-cleaning function of the exoskeleton armor was no problem. Ronan's face was still fair, but there was a sparse and soft beard around his mouth and chin.
Ronan couldn't see it but could feel it. He subconsciously reached out and touched it. Then he sat on another suspended chair at Professor Lan's instruction. He also followed Professor Lan's example, lay down in it, and exhaled a long breath.
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As for the "sap", he won't drink it. Juice is fine.
The suspended chair began to rotate, and it was still a binary star system orbiting each other. Ronan was already familiar with this feeling. Under the current environment, there was no need to cover up, so he smiled directly and said
"Professor, is there a second round of the conversation?"
Professor Lan Yong also admitted frankly, "That's right, but you are young, so it doesn't matter if you say more..."
While talking, Professor Lan Yao carefully looked at Ronan's face that was exposed for the first time. The more he looked at it, the weirder his expression became. "Looking at your face, I feel that you are the same age as my grandson."
"Well?"
Professor Lan Yong shook his head, "He is only ten years old, and he hasn't even figured out the general education class yet."
Grandpa Lan, you have a burning gaze.
The "year" of the Tianyuan Empire, if converted into the number of days on earth, is about 620 days. Calculated in this way, the age of ten here is really about the same as Ronan's actual age.
The legal age for adults here who can assume all legal responsibilities, rights and obligations is thirty years old. Over there, people would be fifty.
Therefore, in this time and space context, Ronan is also a minor, and he entered the army through the "special recruitment" procedure.
This is undoubtedly genius treatment.
In the Tianyuan Empire, the growth and development speeds of various races are different, but they are not so much "late bloomers". Rather, advanced interstellar civilizations like this do need more people if they want to gain the ability to survive independently in society.
Time to study and exercise.
Ronan was just sent to the battlefield. If he was sent to a habitable planet, Professor Lan's grandson might not be alive to understand.
However, neither Professor Lan nor Ronan went in-depth on this topic. They all knew that this was just gossip before the main story started.
The suspended chairs rotated back and forth in the small and empty space. Professor Lan continued, "Actually, when the school official Fang Shu proposed this project, I didn't agree."
Well, I really haven't heard of this.
Ronan was able to keep his composure and just looked up.
"The fantasy configuration version of the Magic Scroll, Fantasy School."
Professor Lan Yao stated the project content and key words, shook his head slightly, his clear and elegant face rarely retained the smile, and looked at Ronan, "Although he is trapped in the light-containing galaxy, he has struggled so hard in the medical and academic circles.
Over the years, I have diagnosed hundreds of thousands of patients, collected ten times as many cases from all sides, and I can say that I have a good vision. Therefore, I have also seen some of the inheritance of the fantasy school... and the inheritors.
The fate of."
Ronan's brows twitched, but he didn't pretend to be calm. He touched the soft whiskers above his lips, showing a curious look.