Overturned Tower

...immortality technology?

Just hearing this word made Strangler's hair stand on end.

Even if he is strangled, he is a mage who is not allowed to exist by the company and the church... but it is still taboo, and there is a difference in purity between them.

Whether it is the immortality of elves or the immortality of dragons, these are top secrets that must not be touched and can easily overturn the entire world.

In a daze, Strangler seemed to recall the scene when the godfather met Tovatus for the first time.

At that time, the godfather did not have the name "godfather" yet, and was still a "barber" subordinate to him. And Tovatus, the evil-eyed elf, had just met him for the first time and had the idea of ​​poaching him, promising to grant him "eternal life like a dragon."

That was a huge benefit that was enough to make everyone present... everyone including himself, including himself, take advantage of greed.

It was also at that time that the Godfather showed his structure and clarity for the first time.

He refused without hesitation the eternal life that was within his reach. The contagious power in those words woke up even the strangulation who was holding his breath because his heart was moved.

Looking back now, that should have been the first time the godfather showed his ability to be a king.

Hanging oneself is shameful.

Because now he sadly realizes that even after the godfather has reprimanded them, and after strangulating his own rationality, he has clearly realized the gap and difference between eternal life and eternal wealth, eternal power, and eternal consolidation... He once again When I heard the word "eternal life", I couldn't help but feel excited.

He is both fearful and greedy. But his will was clear, and that was why he realized... This was the huge gap between him and his godfather.

"...I think if it really is immortality technology," Strangler's voice was hoarse and dry, "the Godfather would really not sponsor it.

"He is a man who is extremely sober and as brilliant as the sun. Before that, when he was persuaded by an elf to grant him eternal life, he refused without hesitation."

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, the stooped Dr. Paradise turned his head with some interest and slightly opened one of his eyes: "What did he say?"

"I remember it very clearly... He said that what people hope to have is never eternal life, but eternal wealth, eternal power, and eternal peace. People pray for eternal life, in the final analysis, for eternal happiness... The benefits of eternal life to them , it is precisely because other people cannot live forever that the immortals have the advantage.

"If after eternal life, you can only get endless toil and servitude, then eternity itself is a kind of purgatory."

Hangsha answered word for word: "He said, 'I would rather die a short and bright death than live such a humble life.'"

"oh……"

Dr. Le Yuan sighed: "He died in peace but lived in silence. A man of great integrity...not bad. As the new king of Xiacheng District, he is much better than I imagined."

But then, Paradise changed the topic: "Of course, I think Mr. Detective's immortality technology is not complete. It is probably only a small part that has been decrypted... Otherwise, he should be younger.

"The last time I saw him was more than ten years ago. At that time, he was so old that he looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

"Now Mr. Detective has a three-digit age, but he looks like he is only thirty or forty years old... But if he can really replicate the elves' technology, he is only over a hundred years old, and he should be as young as a teenager."

"Indeed."

The detective nodded in agreement.

Le Yuan looked back at the detective with some regret: "I thought you were really dead at the time. Your daughter has not had a good life these years... After all, she was born from me, so I still pay attention to her."

"If I were alive, she wouldn't even have such a life."

The detective shook his head: "Just consider me dead...Besides, compared to me, your research is not much better."

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but show a proud smile: "Then your news is too far behind. Human in vitro synthesis was my technology almost twenty years ago. How could I do it in twenty years?" No improvement?

"These are my most peak 20 years. Without the constraints of the scientific ethics committee, it is the crystallization of all the wisdom in this life... The results of my research are enough to shock the seven islands."

"What specifically?"

The detective asked with interest: "Can you tell me about it?"

Le Yuan also nodded happily: "I am too lazy to tell others, but I trust your words. And there are not many people who can understand the significance of my research, and you should be one of them."

With that said, Dr. Paradise stood up from his seat.

From the pile of debris behind him, he dug out a helmet that looked like it was modified from a popular gaming helmet ten years ago and had many electrodes, and handed it to the bad guy first.

"Wear it, and you can at least talk. Communication will be easier."

He then opened the partition to reveal a compartment inside.

Just like the mad scientist in the movie, there are various petri dishes of different sizes inside.

In the transparent container in the middle, a young boy with his eyes closed sleeps.

He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, but what surprised the detective was that there were seventeen or eight different cloning jars placed here, but this boy alone did not have any spiritual characteristics.

This is something detectives know all too well...

Those with round ears, exactly the same as "ordinary people" in another world... special individuals without even a mild case of parasitism.

And except for him, everyone else has different spiritual relatives. Generally speaking, they are all reptiles, only two of them are turtles, and one of them is a bird with feathers.

When Strangler and the Bad One saw this taboo sight, even though they couldn't understand it at all, they couldn't help but stand up and stand behind to watch.

"That's why I study synthetics and clones."

Le Yuan looked at it and sighed in a low voice: "If nothing else, this is also the reason why the company prohibits research on this technology."

"Is this a clone of yourself?"

The detective also came over and guessed.

Dr. Paradise's own spiritual relative should be a turtle - he has a carapace on his rickety back, and there are also grooves and wrinkles on his skin.

"yes."

Le Yuan clapped his hands and praised: "As expected of you, detective! My old friend can be recognized at a glance... Hehe, most people in this world don't even know what cloning is. That is, they have been around since before the war. Only you who can survive can know this kind of knowledge."

"Why doesn't he have spiritual characteristics?" the detective asked.

He vaguely realized that he might have touched one of the world's greatest secrets.

One of the three secrets pursued by the Tower of Babel includes the origin of spiritual relatives.

"There are a total of eighteen clones here, and he is the only one who does not suffer from psychic disease."

Le Yuan caressed the wall of the tank and sighed in a low voice: "I have thought about many possibilities. Maybe it's a food problem, maybe it's an air problem, maybe it's the characteristics of 'spiritual relatives' hidden deep in our genes... But I really didn't expect that he succeeded in the end.

"I delayed granting them language at first, but after they woke up and started to move around in the outside world, they gradually awakened their spiritual relatives one by one. It was just a little slower than ordinary people.

"Most people begin to become spiritually familiar when they are around seven or eight months old and can say their own names. But when I don't teach them language or any knowledge, this process is delayed to an average of four years old, and the latest one It was delayed until I was nine years old...that is, the me who awakened the bird spirit.

"The difference between him and others is that I suppressed his brain activity through drugs, reduced his thinking ability, and turned him into a dementia child. As a result, the induction time of psychic disease was effectively extended... and the only thing that did not belong to Reptilian spiritual relatives.”

"As for this 'standard human' who did not develop any psychic disease in the end, the difference between him and the individuals next to him is that I cut off some of the nerves in his brain so that he could not distinguish himself from the outside world. In other words, his cognition Less than what 'I' am... In this case, there is no onset of paraphilia.

"Although this is just a solitary evidence and is not rigorous enough. But I already have a conjecture - spirituality may be related to the perception of self and the outside world.

"When people separate themselves from the outside world in terms of thinking and cognition, paraphilia occurs. It is an infectious disease based on the soul. Starting from this result, if elves do not have paraphilia, it is not their bloodline at all. Noble... And this child without any psychic disease will not have pointed elf ears when he grows up, but a hairless round ear.

"This shows that elves do not have no spiritual kinship, but that they have a special kind of spiritual kinship, a mutated spiritual kinship that does not regard animals that exist in reality as spiritual kin. For example, a variation of spiritual kinship body, or..."

"——In other words, after the psychic disease is cured, humans will become elves."

the detective interrupted softly.

Hearing this, Dr. Paradise turned around silently.

In silence, the stooped old man tried to open one of his cloudy eyes... His other eye was an old model of prosthetic eye, which could only be used for research and could not see people.

Le Yuan showed a smile that even looked a little scary: "Sure enough, you have also touched this field."

Here comes the first chapter! It’s 12:00 in Qiguo~

When the second chapter is delivered, it will be posted at 12:02 in Qiguo. I will write it when I get back from lunch and post it in the afternoon~