Chapter 374 Research Diary of Deadpool

The hybrids watching the live broadcast finally figured out the origin of the eight-armed guardian at the beginning.

At that time, they found it strange that although a mixed-race degenerated into a Deadpool and could be deformed in any situation, the extremely religious image of the Eight-Armed Protector seemed a bit like human intervention.

But how is this possible? They have never heard of any distortion-inducing technology.

Now the truth is revealed, the essence of the Eight-Armed Protector is a hybrid with Deadpool's limbs transplanted.

His eight deformed and asymmetric arms belong to different Deadpools.

As for the four-meter-high body of the eight-armed protector, it is either a normal reaction during the transplantation process, or it is caused by other unknown technologies. There is no specific experimental data at hand, and no matter how brilliant the scholar is, he cannot predict it.

Caesar snorted.

When he thought about what the old monk had said before, that Yun Luming was not a Dharma protector, he felt extremely unhappy.

You may also know that if you want to undergo a Deadpool transplant, the quality requirements for the hybrids themselves must be very high, otherwise their only end is to die on the operating table.

There are too many similar examples, and they can be seen everywhere in the laboratory where Yuanyuan and others are at this moment. Some mixed-race species died of rejection due to a rejection reaction with only half of the sutures on their body surface. The researchers were too lazy to finish the work, so they casually put these Just throw the defective products into the corner and that's it.

The ethics of research disappeared in this slaughterhouse-like room. They were crazy. It would be understandable if they used Deadpool for experiments. After all, they were monsters, but they pointed the scalpel at the hybrid. Their kind.

Unforgivable.

A group of warriors dispersed, trying to find possible research logs.

This is just my best effort, without high hopes. After all, in this room, research ethics disappear at the same time, as well as research norms. When you stand here, you will feel like you are dreaming back to the Middle Ages, wearing a beak mask. Plague doctors use chainsaws and axes to practice medicine. No matter what the problem is, amputation is definitely a panacea. As for whether the patient can survive the wound infection and massive blood loss after amputation, I leave it to God, my friend.

In this nightmare-like place, you can't expect to find disinfectant and white coats, and don't even think about sterility. Anyway, being infected to death or something like that will only consume one more research material, that's all.

But surprisingly, they found the research log.

It was a dilapidated booklet, most of which was covered in black and red blood stains. You had to turn through many pages to find a few fragments of useful information. Most of them were intermittent words that required you to associate as much as possible.

This research log belongs to a doctor. Judging from the above information, he seems to have a fairly high status in the shelter.

"The progress of the shelter is very fast. I am worthy of being a manager. I am really happy to work under him. Of course, it would be better if Mr. Manager can allocate more funds to my project. I am sure Gonna love him to death.”

"The theory of gene locks and consciousness is very interesting. I have a lot of inspiration coming out. Wait, since a complete breakthrough of gene locks will inevitably cause corruption, can you try... No, this is really crazy!"

There is a trace of ink smearing here, and there are obvious differences in the handwriting before and after the smearing. The handwriting after the smearing looks chaotic and crazy. It can be seen that the doctor's mental state was very bad at the time, and he seemed to have been severely impacted.

People who saw this couldn't help but be curious, what did the doctor erase?

"The progress of the project is frustrating. Can we really unlock the secrets in dragon blood?"

"Perhaps, mortal beings should not peek into the seat of gods."

Yuanyuan turned to a new page and was slightly surprised to find a large and complete text.

"The manager seems to be in a bad mood recently. It's no wonder that there is no progress in research and a lot of money is being burned every day. What should be done about the shelter's self-hiding and protection mechanism? Hiding underground cannot solve all problems once and for all. Dr. Cohen's artificial Nibelung proposal was very interesting, but the administrator rejected it. Although he gave the reason, saying that there are already shelters that have adopted artificial Nibelung technology, and in order to avoid risks, we must Take different routes, but I have to say that the managers are a bit too idealistic. They must survive first and then consider other things. There is no doubt that artificial Nibelung technology is the safest route."

"Wait, I thought, maybe the administrator is right, okay, okay, for us sad mortals, the Nibelungs are an absolute miracle, but what about the great dragons? It's just It's just their toys, maybe just like Lego blocks. I heard that the Lord of the Earth and Mountains can control all the Nibelungs in this world, and can even open the door to the kingdom of the dead. Even if we hide in the artificial Nibelungs Gen, for the monarch, as long as he wants to get in, it is probably no more difficult than breaking an egg shell."

After that, the doctor's handwriting seemed weak and a little unmotivated.

"Maybe from the beginning, trying to resist fate itself was a joke."

“The more you learn, the more desperate you become.”

"I think I need to increase my dose of sleeping pills, wish me sweet dreams."

This doctor seemed to write the research diary as a diary, probably because he did not expect that someone would open it in the future and say everything in it.

From the lines in his words, you can read quite a lot of negative emotions. The doctor is probably desperate. He also knows that he is desperate. He is just deceiving himself and others, using a lot of experiments and drugs to prevent himself from thinking too much.

The subsequent logs seemed to be the same, they were all simple experimental records, and the results of all experiments were failures without exception.

Failure failure is still failure.

The doctor wrote this at the end of one day.

"I was like a sacrifice trapped in a Cretan maze. I thought I was approaching the exit, but is there really an exit to this maze?"

This sentence seems to have a profound meaning. The doctor's writing is very calm, but the calmer it is, the more disturbing it is. Mixed races are all familiar with the world's major mythological systems, so naturally they can see the origin of the Cretan Labyrinth at a glance. This is a labyrinth in Greek mythology. Legend has it that there lives a monster with the head of a bull and the body of a bull. He likes to eat human flesh, especially the flesh of boys and girls.

The doctor said he was approaching the exit, but he had doubts about whether that place was an exit. So the question is, if the place the doctor was approaching was not an exit, where would it be?

Thinking of the doctor using the Cretan Labyrinth to describe his current situation, an uneasy feeling came to his mind.

Sure enough, the anxiety came true.

"I think that blindly escaping can't solve any problems. Shelters may help mankind survive the end of the world, but future human civilization cannot stay in small shelters until the end of the world. This is a cradle, but not a home. We must Gain the power to rebuild civilization, the power to rebuild civilization on the wasteland.”

"So, I have to do this."

"If you can, please forgive me."

"I read a Buddhist scripture given by a great monk a while ago, which helped me a lot. I seem to be able to understand why so many scientists choose to believe in their later years. The more they understand, the more desperate they become. Therefore, we need a spiritual of sustenance.”

Finally, the doctor wrote:

"No matter whether the end of this road is Buddha or demon, I have to go down. There is no other choice, right?"

From then on, the Doctor seemed like a different person.

There are no more desperate sentences in the research diary.

He just recorded his actions with cold brushstrokes.

"I know the managers will definitely not agree with what I'm doing."

"So other help has to be found."

"Very good, I also know who to look for."

"The monks seem to have other ideas for a sanctuary and perhaps help can be obtained from them."

"My project has begun. The first batch of research materials will be available tomorrow. The new assistant Chen Xue is a very cheerful little girl, which is quite rare. It is great to remain optimistic in this world where the end may come at any time."

"The research has encountered difficulties from the beginning. It doesn't matter. I know that this road is not easy to walk, but this is a brand new direction. There must be something waiting for me there. Let me see the end of the maze. A monster or a hero."

"I heard that the manager died. I haven't seen Chen Xuexiao for a while recently. She asked me tiredly while processing the materials today."

"She said, Doctor, if we die, we will definitely go to hell."

"What a stupid boy."

"Don't you understand, Chen Xue, we are already in hell."

Several pages were covered with unclear blood stains, and finally I found valuable information.

"Very good, there is progress. Sure enough, I am not wrong, I am right, I will definitely find the truth!"

"Damn, damn, damn, damn! Where is the material! Why are there not enough materials! Do those bald heads know what they are doing! What if it delays my project! This is a great research that will affect all mankind! They really should be doing it for me. I committed suicide to apologize for my negligence!"

"We have the material, um, it's still fresh, it's a mixed race that just fell. It's really good. Research" can continue.

"Strange, the number 1014 in the afternoon looks so familiar. I always feel like I have seen this material somewhere. Where is it?"

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Chen Xue for several days. Where has this damn girl gone? Forget it, never mind her. Let's do some research quickly."

"Materials, materials, materials! I need more materials! By the way, I have to find some intermediate materials. I have some ideas on Deadpool's research, but I need hybrids."

"Fortunately, the old stubborn manager is dead. The monks should be able to help. Didn't they talk about the Buddha's essence and the Thousand-Hand Dharma last time? It's okay. If they want it, just give them some trivial gadgets. That’s all.”

Buddha essence?

Thousand-armed Buddha?

These two words attracted people's attention. The monk the doctor mentioned should be Tantric. Judging from the logs, there was a rebellion in this sanctuary. The Tantric people killed the administrator here and seized authority.

The doctor began his research with the support of Tantra. As for what the doctor's topic is, the answer is already obvious, isn't it?

Transplant Deadpool's limbs onto a hybrid body, gradually gaining powers beyond the limits of the hybrid.

Of course, the doctor's goal must be greater than this. He seems to want to find a way to transform a human into a dragon.

The rest of the diary is basically a mess, full of blood, and even if there are a few barely distinguishable words occasionally, they look like the meaningless ravings of a madman.

They really want to know, what is the essence of Buddha, and what is the Thousand-Armed Buddha?

Can't find the answer in the log, maybe it's higher up.

But this diary also gives a lot of information.

It seems that after the Tantrists got the Buddha Essence and Thousand-Armed Buddha they wanted, they gave up on the doctor. He wanted too much and kept asking the Tantrists to provide research materials. Finally one day, the Tantrists killed him. he.

But later, for some unknown reason, Tantric took a fancy to the doctor's unfinished topic, so they restarted the laboratory and continued the doctor's research.

But these tantric monks may be good at killing people, but as for research, they really know nothing about it.

What is certain is that in the hands of the doctor, Deadpool's transplantation technology will definitely not look like the slaughterhouse it is today.

Tantric monks are like primitive people who picked up an AK47 and completely use the gun as an iron rod.

Su Xiaoqiang took the photo with a miniature camera he carried with him, and then carefully put it into a transparent plastic bag.

This is the third floor.

The warriors dispersed and checked carefully one last time.

After confirming that nothing was found, they headed to the fourth floor.

The layout here is actually the same as that on the third floor. It is very similar. At first glance, the warriors thought they had gone wrong. They were still on the third floor and had not come up yet.

But after just a quick glance, you can tell that this is not the case.

The prisons below are all empty, and there are people here. Yes, they are really people, not Deadpool or other monsters.

Su Xiaoqiang tried to break open the iron door and punched it with great force. The iron door was only slightly deformed but generally remained intact.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, what kind of material is this? He was actually able to punch his own fist.

But thinking about it, the people imprisoned inside are either hybrids or deadpools. If the materials are not good, how can they be imprisoned?

Two sword lights flashed, and the iron gate collapsed.

Yuanyuan put away her sword and walked inside.

There was a young girl lying on the messy straw. She was motionless, her whole body covered with blue scales, her pair of dim vertical pupils open, staring aimlessly at the ceiling, where there were simple paintings, the compassionate Buddha was smiling, peaceful and happy.

"Dead?"

"Um."

Yuanyuan squatted down and stretched out her hand to close the girl's eyes. She tried several times, but she couldn't.

"It doesn't fit."

Yuanyuan sighed.

"Let's calm down together from now on."

"Well, with those kids."

Su Xiaoqiang found the key in the central room, and they opened the doors one by one. Inside were all deformed hybrids, half-deadpools as they defined them.

Too much.

Later, Su Xiaoqiang began to wonder if Tantric Buddhism had any secret technology that could stably induce the corruption of hybrids.

Otherwise, where did so many semi-deadpools come from?