leading to the throne

Chapter 43 Demon Clans and Thesis

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In the quiet office, the sound of papers turning could be heard from time to time.

After waiting for half an hour, Ke Lin finished reading the 47-page paper, and closed his eyes involuntarily, trying to calm down the shock in his heart.

A full 47 pages!
Those words, phrases, and line-by-line descriptions are really a bit unfamiliar, but once they are connected together, the meaning expressed in them is really similar to what I said before.

But therein lies the problem.

Looking at it individually, each paragraph seems to have been said by himself, but it was all broken up when the female forensic doctor asked, and the words were fragmented.He didn't expect that these trivial things, which are scattered in the east and west in the west, were really connected together by the female forensic doctor, and they also worked out the logic. Reading it like this now, it really looks like this.

It's just that the wording and metaphors here are really outrageous, but I have to say that Ms. Moore's metaphors are indeed very vivid and easier for people to understand. If you want to produce popular science books in the future, she will definitely be a good hand!

"Stop! Thinking too far. So, the things I told her every day really solved a lot of doubts for her..."

Thinking of this, Ke Lin rubbed the center of his brows and understood the key point.

In the past few days, in the face of the female forensic doctor's inquiries, Ke Lin often tried his best to be perfunctory, but most of his perfunctory was analyzed with his left eye, and then directly stated the results of the analysis, and sometimes combined with what he had seen in his previous life Information, make simple additions and comments.

"Sloppy. Looking back now, the analytical ability of the left eye is far beyond my imagination. It is likely that it has mobilized a vague memory that I can't even remember. For example, information that I accidentally scanned, accidentally You can mobilize the content you have read, or..."

He thought back to what Detective Jameson had said.

"Because my soul-absorbing ability traveled with me, and then I have been localizing, and I am collecting information about this world, and constantly improving myself. Even with my left eye, I can analyze and annotate The knowledge I didn't master was all output to Ms. Moore."

Of course, Colin guessed that there were more complicated situations mixed in.

"Because of the difference in the world, and the difference in technology over the past ten or twenty years, many common senses and cognitions that were taken for granted in previous lives, in this world, may become the crowning touch and breakthrough in certain fields. Isn't this People in the previous life were smarter than this world, but there is an objective gap between the times, a gap that can only be bridged by the accumulation of time!"

But it is too late to understand this now, because the pit is already bigger.

Thinking of this, he looked at the female forensic doctor sitting opposite, and asked, "Have you sent it?"

"Yes." Chloe rarely showed a bit of embarrassment, "I'm sorry that I didn't ask for your consent. Judging from your statements these days, you don't like publicity, and you are more willing to do research on your own in a quiet and low-key manner. But I really can't bear to let these achievements be buried, because this is precious knowledge that can save many people. Similarly, I will not steal the fruits. I am very clear that I am just a sorter. In the future, you will get all the honors you deserve and wealth."

Her voice was always calm, but Colin could hear some admiration from it.

I can still make money, but I really don't think so... Isn't this more troublesome?

Colin sighed, and said, "Even if you say that, I know it's not that simple to demonstrate a new discovery, and there will be a lot of trouble coming to your door later, so is it possible to get it back?"

"You don't have to worry," Chloe the forensic doctor said calmly, but his tone was a bit complacent, "I have made repeated observations of some of the observations mentioned in the paper, and some experimental methods have also been reproduced. You You know, our profession has a lot of convenience, and the dissection room, as an experimental place, also has its own advantages."

You are using it for private use!

At this point, Ke Lin could only sigh helplessly, and could only comfort himself: "I think, there are so many talents in this world, so that paper may not be able to attract attention."

"I don't think so." Mage Chloe shook her head, "Anyone who sees it, as long as they have relevant experience, will know its value!"

"Teacher, I have your letter."

In the office decorated with old continental medieval style, Mr. Anfield, the dean of Bolsenburg School of Medicine, is reading the November issue of the medical journal "Continental Medicine" with a magnifying glass.

At this time, the door was pushed open.

A tall young man with a file bag knocked on the open door and walked in without waiting for a response.

"My letter?" Mr. Anfield looked up. "Is it about your paper? Bell, close the door."

"I don't think so." The young man Bell closed the door and put the document bag on the teacher's desk, "I checked the mailing address, it's from the funeral home in Bursenburg, and it was sent by a lady surnamed Moore of."

"I see." Mr. Anfield suddenly lost interest. Instead of looking at the file bag, he asked, "How are you preparing for your latest research? Next month, that is, in January next year, " Continental Medicine will summarize the discoveries and research throughout this year, and make a new year outlook. This is a good opportunity for you to be recognized. With your talent, you should go further! In this way, your previous papers will not be wasted influence."

"Oh!" Bell covered his head, looking like he was having a headache, "Teacher, please don't pressure me, you know, the subject I chose is really not very good, and, to be honest, I think scientific research It's time to proceed step by step, don't be in such a hurry! You can't rush me like a reminder, because there will be no results."

"If you don't hurry up, everything that should belong to you will be taken away by Calvin Hull!" Mr. Anfield put down the magnifying glass, put on his eyes again, looked at his lover, and warned earnestly, "Since you published He was obviously inspired by those papers on demon tumors, and Calvin and his team have made a lot of achievements in this area in the past two years!"

"That would be great," Bell said with a laugh: "My original intention is to solve this terrible monster! After all, many people died of demonic illnesses, and even if they were alive, they would suffer great pain. If more people join in , maybe we can conquer this monster as soon as possible!"

"Stupid!" Mr. Anfield couldn't laugh or cry, but his eyes were full of admiration and love, "Not everyone has your pure goal." As he spoke, the old dean glanced at the clock hanging on the wall , stood up, came to the door, and took off the clothes from the hanger.

"Teacher, where are you going?" Bell was helping the old dean tidy up the table.

"Calvin Hull will hold a video conference tonight to discuss the transmission characteristics of the devil virus. The venue will be in the auditorium of the old parliament. A few old friends and I will go there." Mr. Anfield put on his hat, "Frankly speaking, This meeting is quite important. Many colleges and research laboratories have done research recently, and today they will probably present experimental data for discussion. We want to determine whether the devil virus is an infectious disease. So, it’s nothing, don’t bother us, Don't be as rash as last time!"

"Then you must have a good talk with me when you come back, but," Bell said with a smile: "You still said that about Dr. Calvin Hull just now, and now you are going to attend the meeting hosted by him."

"He is not a good person, but he is an admirable guy in terms of public opinion, organization, and money. Coupled with his close relationship with the Waldsee Federation, this will help our research." Anfield As the gentleman said, he was about to walk out the door.

"Then this letter." Bell remembered something. He pointed to the document bag he brought over, "Why don't you take a look first? The surname of the sender seems to be your wife's original surname?"

"Yes, my wife's lovely niece recently met a man with means, which made her think that she met an expert who was left outside the system." Mr. Anfield pushed the door open, with helplessness in his voice.

Bell became interested, and he asked, "The gold left outside? What kind of person is it?"

"Bell!" Mr. Anfield stopped, "It's not the past now, the times are different. The modern division of labor, a more professional research environment, instruments and experiments that require money to support are not something people outside the system can afford. Do you think someone can open up a new field of research outside of this system? That only existed in novels ten years ago!"

"You are not romantic at all." Bell picked up the file bag, "What are you going to do with this letter?"

Mr. Anfield obviously had plans in advance, he said with a smile: "Come and see, comment casually, remember, wake up my niece, but don't speak too violently. With your level, it is not difficult to do this!"

"Hey! Teacher, this kind of work..."

Before Bell could finish his protest, his teacher slammed the door shut!

"Well, this kind of work must be done by students, which is too difficult for a stuffy 60-year-old man."

Mumbling, the young medical expert sat down, took out a thick stack of paper full of words from the file bag, and tapped.

"At least from the attitude and the first impression, I don't think this is a scam."

As he spoke, he glanced at the cover.

"On the Evolution of Devil's Disease——Observation and Research on Cancer of Melanoma".

"Fun name!"

Bell chuckled and glanced at the author.

"I guess the collator and second author, Ms. Chloe Moore, is the teacher's niece. As for the main author and the first signatory, Mr. Colin Varland, he is the expert outside the system. Then , let me see if you have real skills."

I opened the paper in my hand, and what came to me was a sentence——

"This paper mainly describes and summarizes Mr. Varlin's observation of melanoma (a cancerous demonic reaction mainly manifested on the skin surface), and summarizes the important characteristics of demonic diseases. Please note that this is an epoch-making article. Significant papers are likely to be a new program for future research on demonic diseases.”

"This breath is too big..."

Sighing, Bell believed the teacher's statement a little bit. After all, what he said in this tone was indeed connected with unreliability.

"Scientific research requires a rigorous attitude, and one will not easily make assertions about one's own research."

Then he saw the introduction on the first page.

"Cancer cells, or devil cells, they are evolving. They are like a group, a group hidden inside the human body, a group where a single individual's generation is only one day, a group of terror with billions of people .

In this regard, demon cells are actually very similar to human beings, except that the evolution of human races has a long time and span of time, but the evolution of demon cells may only exist in a person's lifetime, although some people have shortened their time. life.

From the perspective of being associated with the human body, human beings are more like a god than a host to demon cells, a passive god who provides nourishment and living space for the demon cell population. Their gods ask for everything, ask for everything, and get endless responses. "

Seeing this, Bell became interested.

"It's an interesting description, but it's somewhat blasphemy. I don't know the author of this article, or which god Mr. Varlin believes in, is he also Lady of Life and Harvest?"

He smiled, returning his attention to the paper.

"But according to this kind of gods and believers, the demand of the devil cells from the human body, and the proliferation of the devil cells themselves, often means the death of the host, which has become a paradox. The evolution of the ethnic group eventually led itself to a The road to perdition seems a bit wrong, so this strange theory of evolution of devil cells..."

Just thinking about it, Bell turned to the next page, and then saw:
"Since the demise of the Age of Gods, from the age of prehistoric dragons to today, the evolution of many ethnic groups, races, and species has ended in extinction, and the same seems to be true of devil cells. They demand endless prayers and don't care about the human body at all. The god itself is stable until the whole system collapses. So their extinction is the natural result of the evolution of the ethnic group.

Of course, there are now studies showing that some special devil cells and cancerous tissues can survive in another host individual along with organ transplantation, and their infectivity has been explored.Therefore, the extinction of the ethnic group is not the final end. We can even regard this transplantation as a kind of migration and reproduction of the ethnic group. "

Bell's expression became serious.

"Well, the author of this paper may have predicted my prediction, but I am very curious, what you can find under this statement."

He flipped through quickly, although the speed was fast, but he looked very carefully.

Therefore, Bell's smile became weaker and weaker, his expression became more and more serious, and sweat even started to drip on his forehead. Finally, when he saw that line of words——

"My partner, or rather, the real author of this paper, Mr. Colin Varlin, a real senior researcher of demon cells, has his own summary of them. Currently, there are six characteristics, and there may be more, but he Not quite finished, they are—”

"No way! No way! Have you made it this far?"

Bell stood up from his seat. He looked at the six characteristics listed on the paper, and muttered and repeated: "The first point, the long-lasting proliferation signal; the second point, the evasion of growth resistance genes; the third point, the cell Blocking death; fourth, unlimited lifespan; fifth, angiogenesis; sixth, activation of invasion and metastasis."

As if someone had pressed the pause button, he froze for a long time, repeating those six phrases or short sentences, and then his expression gradually became excited, and his face flushed because of the excitement.

Suddenly, he screamed and jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on!
"I have to show the teacher this! How could he miss this! No! Everyone must not miss this! This is really a new syllabus! It opens a door!"

　There were originally two pictures, but they were merged together for coherence.

　　So today, just this one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)