Faced with Wang Qinian's questioning, Sibo could only remain silent.

This is his biggest weakness. Although the old butler Gao Tianxing got some information from his mother, it was not complete. A considerable part of it was lost during the family turmoil. Gao Tianxing got only one-third of the remaining virus solution plan.

"As early as the 1960s, Americans conducted many marine and terrestrial biological weapons tests in Hawaii, Utah and Puerto Rico. Such tests were originally conducted in Japan. At that time, the subjects were plants, which used manual bellows to spread culture medium to spread rice blast bacteria on a large scale, hindering rice growth. This experiment was quickly transferred to the aspects of living organisms, and the US government also secretly authorized relevant institutions to collect human genes worldwide. Chinese in Asia, Aryans in Europe, and Arabs in the Middle East are all listed here. This is an extremely large plan, with a large number of non-military institutions participating in the project, Monsanto, NCP and the US State Administration of Medicine, all of which are secret members. The plan has a clear direction: by studying the genetic composition of competitors, finding and discovering their genetic characteristics, it can develop targeted mutagenic gene drugs and foods, so as to change the genes of specific human populations, and thus achieve the goal of winning without fighting."

"Your father is a genius, and your mother is the best combination around genius. If they change their research fields, such as steel, light industry, energy and other projects, they will definitely achieve extremely high achievements. Unfortunately, they chose the biological field. Moreover, your father knew the problems of the virus and knew that the United States had such a genetic war plan. Although the relevant information they learned was not comprehensive, it was enough."

Wang Qinian's eyes were calm, but every time he looked at him, Sibo always felt like he was being cut by a knife.

"Your father's solution is not complicated and special. He proposed: We should cooperate with the United States to use existing genetic data to select about one to two million people and place them in cities and cities around the world. These people must be strictly monitored by the health and military departments to ensure that they are active in designated areas. Of course, the selected persons themselves are not aware of the inside story. They must exist as ordinary people, and the government will give them the best treatment, the best living conditions and environment."

Hearing this, Sibo couldn't help but blurt out, "Why?"

He had never heard of these. But the words "selected" were very familiar. They appeared in the remaining information in Gao Tianxing's hand.

Wang Qinian did not answer directly. His expression became very emotional: "After the outbreak of the virus, more than a hundred years have passed. As a person who has experienced that war intact, you should have much more understanding and feelings about the virus than others."

Sibo nodded slowly.

"Virus cannot survive in the natural environment for a long time. They must find the most suitable host within half an hour after their release. From the source of life, the initial form of human beings is actually a virus. Single-celled organisms have evolved into our current form, which has undergone countless eliminations and evolutions. In this sense, foreign viruses undoubtedly belong to invaders. They directly occupy the human body, kill and transform the environment in the infected persons, from zombies to humanoids, and from humanoids to mutant organisms. Their ability to adapt to the environment is actually similar to our pursuit of life goals. The difference is that we work hard to earn more wages, which can make our families and ourselves live happily. However, the virus controls the hosts again and again to evolve, becoming stronger and the chance of survival increases exponentially."

Wang Qinian smacked his lips and asked, "Tell me, which food do you prefer, steamed buns and rice?"

Sibo is too old. However, even young people may find it difficult to adapt to Wang Qinian's conversation style that is so wild and has no connection between the previous and subsequent issues. Although he does not understand what the issue has to do with his father, Sibo still answered with a gloomy face: "I am from the north and like to eat steamed buns."

"That's right"

Wang Qinian smiled: "Virus is also a living organism, and it will pick on food if it is a living organism. Lions like zebras and antelope, and monkeys like fresh fruits. Although viruses do not feed on humans, they will make choices based on the physical condition of the target individual. In general, the host chosen by the virus is a stronger man, with people with O and H blood preferred. Women with good fertility are more popular than unmarried girls. Conversely, the chances of children and the elderly being infected are less than 50%. In some cities with few viruses, the chances of infection are even about 20%.

Sibo has already understood the meaning that Wang Qinian wants to express. He has read the documents left by his father, but Wang Qinian has indeed not lie. This explanation connects the obscure words and sentences in the broken documents, making the overall content complete.

"…The selected one was actually prepared for the virus?"

Sibo's heart was ashamed. He finally understood why his father's plan had never been accepted. It was indeed an extremely crazy idea to use millions of people as bait.

"To be fair, your father's plan is actually the most perfect and excellent countermeasure."

Wang Qinian's voice sounded again: "Concentrate global strength and feed one million people to fat, making them the virus's favorite hosts. Due to the advance control, the range of activities of these people is limited to fixed areas and does not require much effort to eliminate the threat of the virus. Even if there is an occasional possibility of leakage, it is only a small probability event. If the plan needs to be done more thoroughly, the number of selected people can be increased. Two million, five million, ten million... As long as these people are sacrificed, the majority of those who can survive will still be."

"It's cruel, right? Do you feel it's hard to accept, and you feel that your parents' tall and glorious image collapsed in an instant?"

Looking at Sibo silently, the old fat man was heartless and "Prince Princess" laughed: "Scientists are actually the most ruthless animals in the world. We rarely consider, or even never consider what kind of dangers the research results will bring, but just see the changes in life and environment by science. I can understand your parents' thoughts at that time. Compared with the destruction of all humans in the world, the death of a few million people is actually very cost-effective. Of course, things may change, and the virus's choice of hosts may be expanded to other groups. But as an effective preventive measure, it is indeed worth a try."

Sibo's voice became hoarse: "Then why didn't you choose my father's plan? Instead, you persecuted my parents?"

"We had already mastered the relevant information on building the base city. At that time, concentrating manpower and material resources to build a base was the root of all problems. Your father was an excellent scientist, but not a qualified decision-maker. Moreover, we didn't know much about the virus. Rampantly implementing the plan and putting millions of people under surveillance management can easily cause large-scale chaos. We have limited time and it is impossible to make such an attempt."

Sibo felt something in his body cracking and turning into countless pieces. No matter how hard he tried to splice those pieces, he could never recover.

"Your father was desperate at that time. I persuaded him with many people, but he remained stubborn. Finally, he chose to jump off the roof of the Academy of Sciences. In the last few minutes, he kept scolding me, cursing in the most vicious language. I had explained him in detail, but he couldn't listen to anything. He just spitted and called me an executioner, a devil, a cold-blooded monster with no humanity or conscience."

Wang Qinian looked at Sibo calmly: "At that time, your father's affairs were very troubled, and the government's top officials had noticed the various social problems that he might have caused. It was at that time that you and your mother were included in the supervision. You know everything about the rest, so I won't say more."

The room fell into death.

After a long time, Sibo slowly raised his head. He smiled weakly and dismally: "I was wrong from the beginning. I could have had a very good friend. Now, it's impossible."

Wang Qinian knew a little about the matter between Su Hao and Sibo. The old fat man curled his lips and said casually: "That's not necessarily. Time is the best medicine to change the problem. Su Hao's bastard is not a slim person. When people get old, they will take the grudges and grudges indifferently."

Sibo wanted to open his mouth to answer, and a cold wind suddenly poured in, stimulating him to immediately start coughing violently. The stimulation from his lungs and throat was simply unbearable. He coughed desperately, a lot of blood splashed out from his mouth, and his body became bent. When he gasped and calmed down slowly, the military uniform on his chest had been soaked in blood and saliva, and bright red liquid was everywhere around his nostrils and lips.

Wang Qinian looked at him with pity: "There are too many antioxidant physiological repair fluids you injected. You can't live long. Three months, maybe even shorter."

"This is my...my choice."

Sibo gasped hard, and bloody red foam kept blowing out of his nostrils on both sides, and his voice also had a strong nasal sound. He grabbed the wheelchair tightly with both hands, tried his best to support his body, and said, "...Dean... Can you satisfy my last request?"

The word "dean" made Wang Qinian's face twitch slightly. If it weren't for hearing it with his own ears, it would be hard for the old fat man to imagine that this kind of honor was actually spoken from Sibo, who was so proud.

This shows that he really regrets the past?

Or is it a confession before death?

It could also be a false performance to cover up the hidden real purpose?

But no matter which one it is, Wang Qinian thinks that it should be based on the word "dean" and at least he should listen to Sibo's last words patiently.

"I, I want to apologize to him."

Sibo seemed to see through the thoughts in Wang Qinian's head, and he growled word by word: "I, I am willing... willing to pay... any price, any price for this."

When the guards pushed Sibo out in a wheelchair, the dean's office returned to quiet again.

Wang Qinian held his hands and leaned back on the high-backed chair without saying a word, silently staring at the empty floor in front of him.

Sibo has indeed reached the end of his life, but as long as he wants, he can still survive. Half-machine and semi-biological people just look terrifying, but in fact, they are just living people in alternative forms.

The biological war has ended and new changes have occurred in human society. The Academy of Sciences is inevitably affected. Whether it is the newly built cities or the exiled "black worker bees", the human survival pattern is quietly changing. The most prominent of them are the immigrants on Mars and the moon.

It is said that this world is full of puzzles. Wang Qinian has been determined to be a puzzle solver since a long time ago. Lao Song's special troops were extremely efficient. They searched for every area listed by Wang Qinian, and found strange creatures like the savage "Little Flower" and a large number of fragments of ancient spacecraft, that is, the wreckage of the pyramid, and got nothing.

Where are the Atlantis people? Where are those bastards and bastards? Not to mention living, even a single human hair has not been found.

According to Wang Qinian's initial guess, there must be remnants of the Atlantis in a corner of the earth. Maybe dozens or a few. I want to keep them in a cage and play with them casually like toys.

But why didn't one find? Why?

A conjecture that Wang Qinian had long been unwilling to believe gradually emerged and took shape in his mind.

"Dingdong"

The crisp electronic sound brought the fantasy Wang Qinian back to reality. The sound was so loud that the old fat man was suddenly startled. Then he cursed without any ignorance in his mouth, and reached out to press the communication screen switch unhappily.

It's Xu Renjie.

He also accepted semi-mechanical and semi-biochemical technology transformation. He had his brain, and his body was filled with mechanical parts and bionic skin. Even his genitals had super-large bolts with springs, plus a layer of sponge substances that could expand and shrink with the amount of body fluids.

"Oh, I'm thinking about something, your damn thing interrupts me for no reason. I'll give you three minutes to say what you have. Just let go of it if you have something to say. After that, get out of here."

The feeling of being disturbed made Wang Qinian feel extremely bad, and his words became extremely rushing, and he didn't choose words.

"I think you look down on you by fat man. Believe it or not, I'll shoot your balls right now? Anyway, you have a lot of accessories. If you smash one and change it to another, I can practice shooting skills at the same time."

Xu Renjie has a bad temper and speaks without any scruples.

"If you dare, come here and try it. When you walk into my territory, you will directly knock you into a scum."

"It seems that I need to put dozens of kilograms of strong explosives on my body in advance, and even kill you as a dog-dog."

"Whoever comes doesn't come will be a pig"

"Whoever wants to hide is a fucking dog"

"Your Mom"

"Your sister"

The quarrel full of violent atmosphere lasted for several minutes, and the excited Xu Renjie suddenly became depressed.

"Fatty, there's something I have to ask you."

Although the face is bionic skin, it can change with the artificial nerve antennae. Wang Qinian saw Xu Renjie's loneliness in his eyes, without answering, but his eyes became confused.

"There are a few weeks left to be the New Year."

Xu Renjie's tone was calm: "When it's spring, I'll give me an injection."

Wang Qinian's expression became solemn.

Of course he understood what Xu Renjie meant by "injection".

The body of semi-mechanical and semi-biological humans is completely an additional part. To put it bluntly, this is the life-saving system that ensures the normal operation of the brain and the mechanical combination of normal activities. Part disassembly and organ replacement will not endanger the brain. As long as this most important part is safe and the nutrient solution of active cells is regularly injected into life, life will be almost eternal.

Injection is a short term. It is a method of injecting energy-depleting agent into the life-saving circulation system, resulting in the complete death of semi-mechanical and semi-biological people. This method of death is painless, the whole process is quiet and peaceful, and the injector does not feel anything, just like sleeping normally.

Under the table that Xu Renjie could not see, Wang Qinian clenched his hands tightly into fists, but his expression was very calm and his voice was not alarmed.

"Why?"

"I feel like I've lived enough."

Xu Renjie had a faint smile on his face: "I have been pursuing, seeking, and fighting desperately. In contrast, a safe and stable life is indeed the most comfortable. My previous ambitions and ambitions have become very weak. I have enjoyed everything I should enjoy, and experienced the most dangerous things. What else can't be let go?"

Wang Qinian sighed: "Didn't you always want to go to Mars to see you? Xiao Gao has already placed you on the next batch of immigration list. In the communication a few days ago, he also said that he wanted to invite you to serve as the security commander of the Mars immigration area."

"If I were fifty years younger, I would definitely agree."

Xu Renjie's expression was very emotional: "I don't know why, but I suddenly became very afraid of leaving. I just wanted to stay quietly and celebrate the New Year with my family. Finally, I had a meal of dumplings, watched the New Year fireworks, and finally enjoyed the warm spring sunshine, and left without any worries."

Wang Qinian was silent and thought. After several minutes, he asked deeply and solemnly: "Are you sure?"

Xu Renjie was still smiling and nodded seriously: "I'm sure."

The brief conversation ended like this, the holographic image quickly disappeared, and the office became dead silent again.

Wang Qinian sat on the chair in a daze.

He could understand Xu Renjie's idea, but he could not agree with it anyway.

I still have a lot to do, and I have my wife and son waiting to be reunited.

The word "death" is indeed very easy and also means complete liberation, but it never belongs to me and has no connection.

The call indicator light on the communicator lights up again.

This time, Wang Qinian took the initiative to contact the other party.
Chapter completed!