Experiment 37 was knocked unconscious by tear gas during testing.

Lunch was definitely not available this time, and dinner was definitely not available either. When everyone arrived the next morning and smelled the smell of bread, toast, fried eggs, and bacon, they knew that there was basically no chance for the day.

It was still the same on the third day. On the fourth day, some people couldn't help but ask, when will things get better on the 37th?

Xining was lying on the hospital bed, looking sometimes awake and sometimes comatose. In fact, she was using this time to collect information on the Internet to improve herself.

In the memory of the body owner, the longer the time on the Internet is, the knowledge and information will pour in in large quantities. She and the chip will filter out useful information and leave it. And it seems that the chip will become more and more integrated with the Internet, so the ability to control the machine will also increase.

will be strengthened.

At that time, the body owner already had the ability to control computers from a distance, and the distance was getting longer and longer. As long as some time passes, he might be able to control electrical items containing computer chips and host computers from a distance as if he had super powers.

At this time, Lawrence had no time to care about the mood of an experimental subject. He was adjusting the chip capacity for two unlucky pilot subjects.

Human beings are like this, they always want to have things but are afraid of things they can't control.

When the chip is adjusted, the micro bomb will be buried in their neck. Once something out of control happens, the chip can be set to automatically scrap and let them return to their original shape; if the chip is out of control, it will detonate.

Micro bombs.

The bomb is located at the aorta. Once it explodes, it will blow out the blood vessels and cause the blood to flow endlessly, just like cutting the neck. In less than a minute or two, he will fall into a coma due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen in the brain. In three or four minutes, he will basically be in a coma.

Hang up.

Global satellite positioning has wider coverage than mobile phones, and there will be no problem of "the user you are calling is not in the service area". You deserve it!

Xi Ning doesn't want to have such treatment, but after these two people are done, it will be her turn.

In order to avoid such a thing, the body owner transferred a sum of money from the Internet, had someone dig up the bomb, and replaced some of the body's organs to make himself stronger.

But in the end, he still didn't escape and died at the point of a gun. It was a cool loss.

So she needs to upgrade as soon as possible to seize the opportunity.

"Didi..." The numbers on the heart monitor were beating steadily.

The engineers and assistants on the side were sometimes typing on the keyboard with their fingers flying, and sometimes reporting various data.

The assistant finally gave the result: "The chip capacity has been adjusted to 70%, and the top line has been set."

"Okay!" Lawrence, who was supervising from the side, ordered: "Inject the hunting dogs."

A male assistant in a white coat picked up a special gun and walked up to Experiment No. 31. No. 31 was under anesthesia and was asleep.

The muzzle of the gun was placed against the neck. The female assistant next to him looked at the computer. There was a thermal sensor monitoring there. After program conversion, he could see the bones, arteries and veins, and even muscles in the neck: "A little further up, a little further to the left...

Okay, here it is."

The male assistant pulled the trigger, and there was a slight "pop" sound. A prototype bomb smaller than a button battery was buried under the skin and stuck next to the aorta.

The female assistant confirmed: "The hunting dogs are in place."

A hunting dog can guard the home and the courtyard, and can also track prey. It is quite appropriate to describe a bomb.

The two experiments were properly placed, so the superiors can now rest assured... Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere in the entire ward changed from tense to a little more relaxed.

Everything was successful. Everyone walked outside and took off the disposable surgical protective clothing, gloves, and hats they were wearing...

"I'm so exhausted!" Someone exclaimed: "It would be nice to have some freshly baked biscuits at this time."

This resonated: "I thought too, the sesame pancakes and butter cookies baked on the 37th are so delicious."

"I like cranberry."

"I like butter cake and praline."

My mouth is almost watering: "What is Nutella?"

The female assistant said with a bit of pride: "She made it at night when she just woke up. She ground nuts into powder and then made it into a soup like a light milkshake. It was paired with butter cake. It was delicious. I have never

I have never tasted such delicious desserts.”

"Oh, it sounds delicious. I wonder if No. 37 is willing to make it."

"I can't help but she has been feeling groggy. I don't know if it's physical or psychological. It seems like this incident has had a big impact on her."

"So don't break a woman's heart, or you'll have nothing to eat." A male assistant joked, causing some smiles.

At this time, the door opened and Lawrence walked in. The lively and regretful atmosphere was suddenly broken, and immediately turned into the depression and tension in the laboratory ward just now.

After everyone quickly completed the follow-up work, they left the disinfection room.

Lawrence also took off all kinds of medical protective measures, washed his hands, put on a white coat, and walked out.

I returned to the office and sat down, leaning back tiredly on the chair. It was already late at night, and after two days of intense preparations and two chip adjustment surgeries today, I was really tired.

Turning his head sideways, his eyes were attracted to a small glass jar on the table. There were a few cookies in the glass jar.

It contained cookies she had made a few days ago. Every time she made a cookie, she would put two or three pieces into the jar and then put them on her bedside.

After that incident, she stopped going into the kitchen. The assistant doing rounds said that she would not talk to anyone and would finish the food she was served. After eating, she lay down and continued to sleep, as if she planned to sleep until she died.

An assistant brought this glass jar, saying that someone wanted to open it and take two pieces to eat, but she hit her with a pillow, looking very angry.

But out of desperation, she realized she was giving it to him, so she put down the pillow, lay down and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

So I brought it!

The glass jar is not big, and even if there are not many cookies in it, it is still half full. There are all kinds of cookies, and they look as attractive as the displays in a candy store or bakery.

Lawrence straightened up, brought the glass jar, opened the sealed lid, and took out the top piece of raisin biscuit with his fingers. He took a bite, and the fragrant butter flavor immediately filled his taste buds and mouth.

He is not keen on eating. As long as it is enough to survive, a lot of butter and sugar are used, and even the surface of the biscuits has caramel condensed on it. He almost never touched it before.

But I have to say, these biscuits are really delicious. No wonder everyone is thinking about her and caring about her very much.

...Xining saw all this.

Even if Lawrence had doubts about her, it was impossible to deactivate the entire institute's monitoring system. In this way, there was no way to explain it to the superiors. Suspicions were just suspicions. Without conclusive evidence, an experimental product that had finally succeeded would not be discarded.

Xining watched Lawrence lean back on the chair again and silently eat the remaining half of the biscuit in his hand.
Chapter completed!