If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Passing through the savagely growing bushes at the end of the path is the snowy field in front of the hunter's cabin. From there to here, the distance is probably less than a hundred meters, but in the end the little girl's footsteps stopped because no one wanted her to come back again. That room.

Lieutenant Colonel Andrei looked at this girl who had so much time to spare. It was embarrassing to join the Lenin Young Pioneers of the Soviet Union, but few parents were willing to send their young children to a place where their private lives were chaotic. After all, summer camps had evolved during the Cold War. It's equated with a 'promiscuous party' (population arms race).

Children of the age who should have been letting loose at summer camp or playing in the snow on the streets of Moscow are now standing in front of me holding a bone dagger. This feeling is very strange, but it is so fitting that the afternoon of the disintegration of the motherland was full of emotions. The fiery chaos of Moscow in the evening.

His eyes stopped on the bone dagger in the girl's hand. It was said to be a bone dagger, but in fact it was a bone claw ripped off the hand of some kind of creature. It was as long as a sickle. It was not difficult to guess the origin of this thing.

"Are you here to kill me?" Lieutenant Colonel Andre asked.

The girl nodded.

"I am not the master of the Nibelungen."

"I know." The girl said, "There is no difference."

Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked at the girl again and nodded, "Yes, there is no difference."

Regardless of whether the KGB lieutenant colonel was the instigator of the twisted space that enveloped this vast coniferous forest, there was still no difference in the final outcome. If the girl wanted to leave alone with the little boy, the lieutenant colonel would always stand in their way.

This is a conflict between different positions. Behind the lieutenant colonel is the last hope of yesterday’s Soviet Union. Even if it is as small as dust, the lieutenant colonel will reach out and hold on tightly. This is the belief of a true soldier under the red flag. Even if the The military uniform that was not taken off even in Siberia has proven everything.

"Before we start, can you tell me what happened in Black Swan Port?" Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked at the girl and asked calmly.

The girl was silent for a few seconds, looked at the tall and tall middle-aged man and said softly, "Everyone is dead, doctor, everyone."

"Doctor. Are you talking about Dr. Herzog?" Lieutenant Colonel Andre asked, and then the girl nodded in affirmation.

"You know Doctor."

"His name was mentioned in the 'Red Book' at the bottom of Bunker 42. If my guess is correct, he should be the person in charge of Black Swan Port?" Andre said slowly.

"Bunker No. 42?" The little girl looked up at Andre and asked.

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Bunker No. 42, even in the Soviet Union, very few people know of its existence. This project is absolutely confidential. Construction workers rotate regularly, and construction work is also carried out at night. The excavated earth, rocks and required building materials are They are all transported through the tunnel of Taganka Metro Station. This secret project cannot be discovered from the ground. Even the construction team itself does not know what project they are actually building.

On the eve of the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Lieutenant Colonel Andrei received an order to go to a building three kilometers away from the Kremlin. The elevator in the building led directly to a facility 65 meters underground.

When the elevator stopped, what appeared in front of Lieutenant Colonel Andre was a nuclear war shelter that had not yet been activated.

The person who asked him to come here told him that the purpose of building Bunker 42 was to provide a temporary shelter for the Soviet top brass and the military in case Moscow was attacked by a nuclear attack, so that they could continue to live and direct the war here. .

Therefore, the construction tasks of Bunker No. 42 are extremely complex. Inside the bunker, ventilation systems, communication systems, and complete life support systems are all available, as well as a large amount of food, drinking water, and fuel.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre passed through those dazzling areas one by one, and finally stopped at the lowest area in Bunker 42. He remembered that it was blocked by a two-meter-thick iron door. , after typing in the password, the complex mechanical transmission opened the door, and behind the door was a comprehensive archive.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre's goal that time was a document in the archives, a secret project called the 'Red Book'. He found the red folder in the deepest part of the archives and opened it. , he was attracted by the scrawled handwriting on the back of the envelope.

"I think if that day really comes, the sky above the Kremlin wall will be black, and there will no longer be the melting red of the sunset. Our enemies will come in the dark night to exhaust all their abilities. To stain our flag that symbolizes faith and honor, and to discredit our great achievements.

They will blaspheme the Bolshevik Revolution, vilify our great men and leaders, and ridicule everything we have as mud washed away by floods. Even the 'October Revolution' may be questioned for its correctness. These are all foreseeable. , my friend, because history is always written only by the victors, and you know this.

And the meaning of our existence is to postpone the arrival of this day indefinitely to the future until we reach the end of the universe.

——Ilya Ivanov, Jung von Herzog”

Andrei's finger traced the squiggle signature. He recognized this name because he had seen him on the KGB's anti-revolutionary list. Or the previous anti-revolutionary list, but he had never heard of the second name. It looks like a German name. Why does it appear in Soviet secret files?

The first name, Ilya Ivanov.

A well-known artificial insemination expert in the Soviet Union. He has cultivated various hybrid animals and is somewhat famous in the biological world. But what really made him famous was that he appeared in the newspapers of "Russian Times" and "Pravda" in 1974. , he tried in the newspaper to conduct a 'human-ape hybrid' experiment at the ape breeding base in Suhu, the Soviet Union, to create genetic warriors to fight against the Axis powers.

Human-ape hybrid. This experiment that extremely challenged the bottom line of human morality was openly placed in front of everyone. Therefore, Ilya Ivanov was naturally accused of annihilating humanity and losing morals. No one knew what was going on in his head. , only thinking that he was a madman whose brain was occupied by madness and chaos. Thousands of people signed a petition asking the Soviet Academy of Sciences to put this madman in a lunatic asylum.

However, what he never expected was that the Soviet government agreed to this application for an experiment, and approved funding to allow Ilya Ivanov to find suitable chimpanzees suitable for human-ape hybrid experiments, and conduct artificial insemination to cultivate offspring.

Andre was not surprised. Everything that was bizarre and subversive of imagination had the power to appear on the stage in March 1947 when the Truman Doctrine was introduced. Human-ape hybrids may challenge moral limits in the eyes of others, but in other people's eyes, In the eyes of some people, they can only see the "possibilities" behind this plan.

Opening the first page of the red book, Andre saw a yellowed photo of a lush forest, with a black stone statue of an ape standing at a right angle.

There is a handwritten comment under the photo:

"Experimental diary, October 3, 1975.

The laboratory is located in Abkhazia, at the junction of Georgia and the motherland. The motherland promises that funds for the experimental phase will be approved every six months, and the KGB secret police will go to check the progress of the experiment. The 'human-ape hybrid warrior' is what they are aiming for. The name of the experimental plan, a hybrid experiment in a zoo, is not much different from what I originally imagined. "

Andre continued to scroll back, and soon saw a photo whose color was faded to almost black and white, but the content was more dazzling than blood and made people want to vomit.

The photo shows a chimpanzee giving birth in a laboratory. Surrounded by the operating table are doctors in white coats holding notebooks. They bent forward slightly and covered their mouths and noses with notebooks, carefully observing the birth process. In the process, the savagery of beasts and the coldness of science are mixed in the black and white film, forming a different kind of cruelty.

"Experimental diary, December 11, 1975.

Our final result is to obtain a new species of ape-man for our motherland. They will be about 1.9 to 2.3 meters tall and covered with brown and black hair. They will be initially put to work in the salt mines. They are extremely powerful and tireless. "This is the annotation under the photo.

Andrei continued to turn the pages. The photos faithfully recorded every progress of this human-ape hybrid experiment, but more approvals than experimental progress made him feel that this was more like Dr. Ilya Ivanov's diary from that period. Book.

"January 1, 1976. In the new year, we are conducting a new base alignment test, and the fetal survival rate is still zero. The examiners who came to inspect and allocate funds are very dissatisfied. I don't know what they are anxious about. , this is the beginning of the research.”

"February 20, 1976. There are no articles criticizing me in "Pravda". Is the motherland involved in controlling public opinion? Or will people's sense of justice and criticism always be like this for three minutes? I am temporarily in the dark. In the dark. The fetal survival rate is still zero."

"March 1, 1976. I caught three of my assistants playing cards in the laboratory, Texas Hold'em, a new game for Americans. I heard it was very popular over there in Las Vegas. I caught them slacking off. They confiscated the playing cards and severely scolded them that the laboratory is a sacred place and cannot be desecrated. If they want to play cards, go to the dormitory!"

"March 2, 1976. I heard whispers from my aides that I was angry yesterday because I only knew how to play 'fool's poker' (a simple poker game in the Soviet era)."

"March 3, 1976. The experiment did not go well. The success rate of embryo implantation in the normal process is still zero. I have some doubts about whether there is something wrong with the direction of my experiment. If I want to start from another direction, maybe I You have to find colleagues in the same field and different directions for inspiration.”

"March 10, 1976. In the morning. I wrote a letter inquiring about cross-species artificial insemination to my old friend in Germany. He is the best biological scientist I know. He has expertise in genetics, pathology, and regenerative biology. He has unique insights. I was a fan of his in college, but I have not heard his name in academia these years. Has he given up on academic research?

afternoon. I found those assistants playing poker again. Damn it, I have to ask the people in charge of supplies to stop bringing in these entertainment products. Americans rely on these cultural invasions to gradually erode our revolutionary spirit. "

"March 25, 1976. Assistant Andrew taught me how to play Texas Hold'em."

"March 26, 1976. Playing cards."

"March 27, 1976. Playing cards."

"April 28, 1976. At noon. The KGB review officer raided our laboratory and found the assistants who were playing cards and were lazy and reported to me. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with the zero survival rate of embryos and carried out an investigation on us. The serious criticism that lasted for half an hour said that he was considering proposing to his superiors to interrupt our experiment. This was not good, and he had to find a way to discuss with his assistants how to appease him.

afternoon. Andrew's assistant suggested that I use funds to bribe the examiner. It was crazy. There was not much funding for the experiment, so how could I use it to bribe officials, and he was the KGB! Secret police! "

"April 29, 1976. Andrew taught the Examiner Texas Hold'em and heard that he would play cards with us in the afternoon. How did he do it?"

"April 30, 1976. The guy who invented Texas hold'em poker was a genius. Playing with the examiner."

"May 1, 1976. The examiner left in the morning. He said that he would postpone our review and assessment, and by the way, he applied to his superiors for early release of experimental funds for the second half of the year. Hey, don't say it, there is really a weird way to play cards. magic."

Are you sure it's not because you lose too much in poker and let the censor win happily?

Andre paused for a moment after turning the page here.

He roughly flipped back a few pages and found that dozens of reports and comments were filled with words about playing cards. There were even scenes of several men in white coats playing poker in the laboratory.

In the photo, the chimpanzee was disemboweled on the operating table, and the twisted and weird dead baby was thrown aside. The scientists in white robes on the table were smiling with pokers in their hands, and the chips were piled high in front of them. The two appeared in the same space and were hacked. The white cut creates a strong visual contrast.

He quickly turned through these records with an expressionless expression, until he suddenly stopped in front of a report from October.

"On October 1, 1976, I was playing cards in the morning. I received a letter at noon. When I saw the sender on the envelope, I almost forgot about the letter asking for help I wrote six months ago. I didn't expect that Really got a response.

Jung von Herzog, my best friend and life mentor.

I really wanted to cut open his head like a chimpanzee's uterus to see what weird ideas were inside - and he actually reminded me that I could use molecular scissors to edit embryos.

But my knowledge of genetic molecules is not enough to complete this project. I must reply to the letter to seek more detailed technical support. He majored in genetics in college, and he will definitely be able to help me answer my questions. "

Jung von Herzog.

Andre read the name silently.

He continued to turn the page, and he saw a blurry black fetus with hair lying in the corner, but a huge cross was drawn on the photo with a red oil pen.

"November 21, 1976. A historic breakthrough! The first chimpanzee artificial insemination embryo was successfully born. Although it only survived for thirty seconds, it was a huge breakthrough from scratch, using the target gene and carrier gene. Recombinant DNA is feasible! This achievement even breaks through human-ape hybridization, which is an excellent new species breeding operation for animals and plants!"

"November 30, 1976. Everything was going in the right direction. The censor came to visit and was shocked when he saw the abandoned fetuses in the freezer. He decided to report the progress of the experiment to his superiors. Maybe our experimental funding could be improved. increase."

"November 31, 1976. Continue the embryo implantation experiment. Play cards in the afternoon. After having funds, everyone dares to show off."

"January 1, 1977. Another new year, card games."

"February 20, 1977. I haven't received a reply from Dr. Herzog. Did something happen to him?"

"On March 1, 1977, embryo cultivation with molecular scissors hit a bottleneck. The maximum survival time of a fetus after leaving the uterus reached three days. Sure enough, there are specialties in the industry, but I have to say that the person who invented the molecular scissors is simply a genius. "

"On April 18, 1977, based on half a year of observation, it is expected that the final result of human-ape hybridization will be affected by maternal genes, and their growth rate will be very fast (note: just like the astonishing growth rate of large dogs surpassing humans), so their The lifespan is destined to be shortened, which is a good thing. If a local war breaks out in the future and we continue to invest in manpower, we can produce a large number of ape warriors with short lifespans."

"On May 2, 1977, I received a reply from Dr. Herzog. Unfortunately, he could not come to my laboratory to help me, but he still provided me with gene editing information by letter. The idea pointed out that 'homologous recombination' is a possible way to succeed in my experiment, but the disadvantage is that the efficiency may be very low and the fault tolerance rate is too poor.

I really hope he can come to my laboratory, but unfortunately he can't. He said that he has devoted himself to a secret project and is staying in a port in the far north for a long time? A port in the far north? Siberia? It is hard for me to imagine that there is a place in such a remote place that can accommodate cutting-edge scientific talents like Dr. Herzog.

At the end of the reply, Dr. Herzog thanked me very sincerely for asking him about the confidential experiment of molecular scissors-human ape hybridization. He said that he also used the same analogy when providing me with the answer to "molecular scissors". It was feasible for the experiment he was undergoing and had a huge breakthrough.

When he was writing this letter, he was drinking vodka from a glass made of ice that was more than 10,000 years old. He hoped that when I read this letter, I could also pour a glass of strong wine, thousands of kilometers away, We hold letters in hand and raise a glass together, just at this moment in time to celebrate the beauty of science.

It’s a great idea. The Red Label Vodka is also great. Sure enough, scientific research requires tasting it with spirits. "

"June 1, 1977. The experiment was successful." The accompanying picture is a picture of a fetus that can't help but cause physical nausea. It is held in the arms of a female assistant and is covered in black mucus stuck to the surface of the body. Lanugo, deformed and terrifying, but full of twisted possibilities.

Andre continued to turn the pages, and the subsequent records were all about the growth of the fetus, mixed with a lot of joy and annoyance about winning and losing in poker, and on a certain day of the month, he caught Andrew's assistant who taught him Texas Hold'em cheating at the card table. , he was very angry and dealt with the matter seriously.

Ivanov did not allow people with bad character to appear among his subordinates, so he demoted the assistant's position to a data observer outside the operating room, and the incident ended like this.

Continuing to turn the pages, Andre's fingers suddenly stopped because he saw a photo that took his breath away.

In the photo, behind a black curved iron fence, a giant black creature squats in the corner. The photo only captures his back. Just a glimpse of the shadow of the terrifying back muscles that cannot be covered by the hair can make people feel a primitive feeling. With a sense of fear, you can imagine how terrifying the monster in the corner will be when it really stands up. The human body will be torn apart like a doll under his exaggerated wingspan and muscles.

"The human-ape hybrid project has been declared successful. We have made breakthroughs in new fields besides nuclear weapons. We are once again ahead of the curve in the arms race." This is the accompanying text under the picture. It is a bit sloppy. You can imagine the writer's fingers trembling with excitement at that time. appearance.

"September 9, 1977. The Moscow leadership team will visit the laboratory tomorrow. We must hurry up and put away the playing cards. The officials will not see us gambling with their embezzled funds."

"September 10, 1977. Let's play two games in the morning."

Andre's eyes stopped here, because he found that there was no afternoon part in this day's record, so he turned the page. Then he saw the crazy writing. He frowned and concentrated, and it took him a lot of effort to distinguish the scrawls. What exactly is written in the handwriting?

And these crazy words brought about an equally crazy mistake.

"1977 Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Who on earth did not lock the cage when feeding 'один' (No. 1)! That bastard messed up everything! 13 people died! The leader of the Moscow inspection team was torn into a little girl's skirt ! Damn it! Who made such a mistake at this juncture! 'Soviet foul language'!

The leadership in Moscow needs to re-evaluate the feasibility of my experiment! They think that the product of human-ape hybridization is completely uncontrollable, how could it be uncontrollable! Number 1 has always been very docile! Unless someone stimulates him! "

There is no picture, but Andre can imagine the tragedy at that time. The red lights flashed wildly in the sealed laboratory in the forest, and the ear-piercing alarm was heard as a nearly 2-meter-tall giant roared and tore apart the experimenters in the facility. The limbs were covered with blood, and the walls were covered with blood, and the bones were broken into the flesh. But in the end, this tragedy was put to an end.

"September 11, 1977. We recovered the body of No. 1. He was beaten into a sieve, his skull was penetrated, and his chest and lungs were penetrated. Even so, he conducted a ten-minute sweep while resisting the gunfire. The human-ape hybrid plan that killed a large number of security guards was a success, no matter how Moscow passes the verdict, this experiment is a success!"

“October 1, 1977. The human-ape hybrid project was terminated, the funding chain was interrupted, and all personnel would be cleared out of the laboratory in a week.

They informed me that I would be brought to a secret court for trial. The reason was that a big shot in the leadership team that had the accident that day had something to do with the marshal. The marshal was very angry. Someone had to pay the price, and I was the unlucky one.

What a group of short-sighted people. They stopped the possibility of the 'super hybrid warrior' plan for just a few human lives. Why can no one see clearly what the human-ape hybrid plan will look like in the end? That will be a black one, enough to destroy the army of the super country on the other side of the ocean! "

"December 3, 1977. I was sentenced to exile and deprived of all political rights and experimental results. The place of exile was Kazakhstan, a place where birds don't shit."

"December 4, 1977. What a miracle. The day before I left, I actually received a reply from Dr. Herzog. It seemed that his laboratory was indeed very far away from me. Each letter would be separated by half a year. Long.

Herzog seemed to know about my predicament through some channels. He expressed regret and anger, thinking that someone must have interfered with the suspension of the human-ape hybrid project. But soon he said in the second half of the letter that if I wanted, I could go and sit with him. There are some similarities between the human-ape hybrid project and his experimental project. Perhaps I, who has successfully created chimpanzee-human offspring, can help him.

I also hope that I can explore the ultimate secrets of genes and biology with my old classmates and close friends under the same roof, but unfortunately he does not seem to know that I have been sentenced to exile. Kazakhstan may be my final resting place. I am full of hope Regret gave him a reply and told him that I was drinking the third bottle of Red Label Vodka when I wrote this letter. May my spirit be with him and may the future of the motherland remain prosperous. "

"December 5, 1977. On the road, secretly escorted. The KGB secret police are so interesting. They always like to meet late at night. This research record may end here."

Andrew paused for a moment when he turned to this point, because the Red Book Project was indeed reaching the end, but there were still a few pages left. Just when he was about to turn the page, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the heavy iron door of the archives room. Footsteps? Bunker No. 42 is supposed to be a top secret among top secrets, why would anyone else appear here?

Andrew held the red book with one hand and gently took out Makarov from the holster on his waist. However, the fingers holding the red book still turned the pages flexibly. Sure enough, this research report that was almost a diary still had a follow-up.

"December 10, 1977. The temperature is getting colder and colder. Why does the KGB always like to wear hoods on people? I really can't figure it out. Exile is not execution, and I am not on the anti-revolutionary list."

"December 12, 1977. Heck. Although I haven't been to Kazakhstan, but I'm sure I'm not on the way to Kazakhstan. It's not that cold in Kazakhstan. I can feel my runny nose when it comes. It’s freezing!”

"December 15, 1977. I reached the end of my exile, but was this really the exile given to me in the verdict? Outside the truck was a field of ice and snow. The secret police who escorted me told me that this was Northern Siberia.

Siberia. I seem to understand something.

Sure enough, in the afternoon I saw a figure riding a dog sled. He came from the northeast. He stood on the sled and waved a whip. His posture was as tall and straight as a young man, but his head was full of victory. Xue's meticulously combed silver hair told me his true age, and I might have guessed his identity.

A true friend will always give you a firm hand when you go to the bottom of the abyss. Dr. Herzog, my friend, my best friend, and my mentor, although I don’t know how you do it, I see you. When I got off the sled and walked toward me with open hands, I understood that my scientific research path had not come to an end, but had just begun. "

"December 16, 1977. We rode a dog sled through the vast snowfield. At the end I saw a black fortress, Black Swan Harbor. Herzog told me the name of the fortress calmly, I could hear him There was deep pride and arrogance in Gujing Mubo's tone, so I puffed up my chest proudly because I knew that would be the place where I would be reborn."

Andre heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. It seemed that the destination was indeed this archives room. He didn't know who was coming, but he only knew that the only ones who could appear here at this time would be his enemies. So he hid in the darkness, waiting for the enemy to approach while continuing to quietly turn the pages of the red book.

He couldn't guarantee that he would be able to keep the red book completely during the next battle, so he needed to read it beforehand and memorize every key information.

"December 17, 1977. Dr. Herzog took me to visit the entire Black Swan Port, this kingdom that belongs to him. I was soon dormant by this complete and huge fortress-like facility. Ashamed of the smugness of the laboratory in that forest.

Dr. Herzog smiled and patted me on the shoulder, saying that harsh environments always create crazy spirits. The only advantage of having a laboratory at the end of the world is that 'the sky is high and the emperor is far away'. This sentence he used is It was spoken in Chinese, and it was very convoluted and very artistic. Then I remembered that he had taken a multicultural course in college.

He showed me his experimental products, a group of children like snow elves, yes human experiments, this is the subject of Black Swan Port, I expressed a lot of envy and jealousy, because in the inland of the motherland Within the scope, human experimentation is strictly prohibited, and experiments on human-ape hybridization can only circumvent the ethics of human experimentation by using embryos implanted into chimpanzees as mothers.

I really should have come to Black Swan Port earlier. Everything Dr. Herzog showed me was what I had dreamed of. "

"December 18, 1977. I asked Dr. Herzog about his detailed research topic, but he told me that I was not ready yet. Am I not ready? I delivered all the births of chimpanzees with my own hands. How can I still have What are you not ready for?

But he still consulted me on many human-ape hybrid experiments in one day. Fortunately, Moscow confiscated almost all of my experimental records, but they only forgot about this red book. I lent the red book to He Erzog and have him sign the front page of the book. "

At this time Andrei also knew how the name after Dr. Ilya on the homepage came from. He turned the page and listened to the footsteps that had stopped at the door of the archives room.

"December 19, 1977. The group of children in Black Swan Harbor. It's incredible. They actually have the power of gods! A true miracle belonging to gods! Who would have thought that a real miracle would be born in distant Siberia? Herzog Doctor, do you know what you are doing? You are creating the dream of mankind!

The human-ape hybrid experiment can be completely forgotten. Now I am a believer in God. Sure enough, the ultimate end of scientific research is theology, and gods are also miracles created by science and belong to mankind. "

“December 20, 1977. Oh my god, Dr. Herzog told me, those kids, those 38 kids, were failures!

They can sing "hymns" to bring about miracles like Moses dividing the Red Sea, and they are so powerful that they can break mountains and crack rocks. Failure? So the perfect ultimate weapon is actually a failure? This makes me, who was once the person in charge of the human-ape hybrid project, embarrassed to stay here!

The doctor said that after my letter was sent by the courier in Verkhoyansk that day, he learned the details of the human-ape hybrid plan and had a new idea.

He originally only wanted to create super soldiers carrying the gene of 'god', but my experimental subject gave him a brand new inspiration, an inspiration that could subvert the world.

Tomorrow, that is, at twelve o'clock tonight, he said he would take me to see something. "

"December 21, 1977.

Deep in the mine tunnel under the bronze statue of Lenin, I saw the ultimate form of ‘living things’ in this world.

I asked the doctor if the god in front of me was a dead god?

The doctor said no, the thing in front of me is not a god. She has her own name, a great creature that occupies the third branch of the evolutionary tree.

dragon. "

While reading the handwriting that was trembling due to madness, Andre heard someone walking in, walking straight towards him with firm steps.

"December 22, 1977. It was like a dream. The doctor asked me to calm down for a while."

"December 24, 1977. Why is no one playing Texas Hold'em in such a big port?"

"December 25, 1977.

Dr. Herzog told me that the human-ape hybrid experiment was not as bad as I thought. Instead, the doctor regarded it as a classic, a creative idea from zero to one, from nothing to something, and I was the founder of this idea. , so I have the qualifications to accompany him to the 'throne' (I think I heard correctly that he did use the word 'throne'), and we are each other's mentors on this road.

I feel humbled and admired by his humility and greatness. I am willing to be his most loyal assistant and walk this path that I had no chance to touch or even dream of.

Two years ago, he had been struggling to create stable super soldiers with 'god' genes. After my letter, he suddenly realized how insignificant and ignorant what he was doing was. 'Why didn't he directly create a direct descendant of the 'god'?

Yes, Dr. Herzog told me his ultimate ideal while standing on the ice holding a strong drink. I was so stunned that I even forgot to raise a glass to drink together.

He wants to use the 'god' under his feet to create offspring, a masterpiece born from the fusion of science and fantasy-like ultimate creatures, a fantasy that carries the ultimate end of biogenetics.

I question the 'god' under our feet. Only the remains are left. She even lost her uterus. How can she accomplish your goal, Doctor?

The doctor told me that "God" will not die, and there is a "cocoon" hidden deep in her, and that "cocoon" is the most perfect womb and the most perfect breeding ground in the world.

This plan is called the ‘Butterfly Plan’. "

"December 30, 1977. The doctor showed me the human genetic samples in his freezer. Here are collected genetic samples from all outstanding people in the world, from strong African blacks to pure Aryans, and A knowledgeable and wise yellow man, and these genetic samples were all selected and evolved by dragon species, and were provided by a mysterious organization that he could not name.

But the doctor mentioned that all the members of this organization are super soldiers like those children, possessing mysterious powers. Their base seems to be in Rome, Italy. This reminds me of the Vatican. There is no way that organization is the Crusaders. Bar? "

"December 31, 1977. The doctor told me that there are already super soldiers in the world we live in. They are called 'hybrid species' by the doctor. They are characterized by golden snake-like pupils and special glands. The body and chemicals cause their pupils to secrete glowing hormones, which is the best way to distinguish them.

He said that he must select the most perfect hybrid genes for editing. As descendants of gods, everything must be perfect, and they only have one chance.

Twins, preferably multiples, both male and female.

This is the ultimate goal of this project, so as to ensure the perfect continuation of the bloodline, and the genetic defects of the offspring of inbreeding will not appear in the children of God. This is the result of the doctor's thousands of simulations and inferences. What we created is not A new race, but a new ethnic group!

This ethnic group will improve the Soviet Union's human genes and bring every people in the Soviet Union to a new evolutionary path! The whole world will tremble under the red flag! "

The footsteps were getting closer, and Andre turned the last page.

"January 1, 1978. Morning. The experimental details of the human-ape hybrid project have been summarized. I hope that my plan can help the butterfly project. I can't wait to start this great experiment.

afternoon. I finally taught those nurses how to play Texas Hold'em, and I had someone to play cards with. "

There is nothing at the back, or it should be there, but it has been torn off, leaving only jagged scraps of paper.

But it was enough. Andrei closed the red book. He already knew the ultimate secret in Bunker 42. He also knew what the task assigned to him was by the KGB and why he was appointed to carry out this task. .

This is the hope of whether the motherland can rise again, and it is also the last spark of fire before the dark night. However, no one has dared to hold it up before, because if you are not careful, the fire will start a prairie fire and burn the entire world.

But on the evening of December 26, 1991, the leaders of Moscow ordered Andrei to go to the far north to find that handful of fire. The collapse of the motherland was not without cost. That wildfire was bound to destroy those wolves, tigers, and leopards in the West. Burn to ashes.

Andre closed the notebook and put it back into his military coat. He walked out from behind the file rack. On the straight dark path, he raised his head and saw the invading enemy.

The other party raised the firearm in his hand and pointed it at the golden eyes at the end of the aisle in surprise.

The enemy moved, but Andre opened his mouth to sing a poetic language, just like the 'hymn' recorded in the red book.

Yan Ling·Entropy Decrease

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The invisible realm expanded rapidly, instantly covering a large area of ​​coniferous forest. At the end of the path, the girl with scorching red golden eyes disappeared, and a huge murderous intention enveloped Andre!