Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

"Ephedrine?"

"Bruce".

His eyes immediately lit up. He looked around to make sure Su Mian was alone before sitting down.

"What's your name?"

"Sleepover".

"Oh, my name is Huang Baien, and I major in veterinary medicine."

Su Mian guessed that he probably came on his own initiative, and he was holding a brochure for the lecture.

The volunteers gestured for the audience to be quiet, the lights dimmed, and shortly afterward, a middle-aged man in a brown suit walked onto the stage, and the entire audience burst into applause.

Huang Baien looked very excited, clapping loudly, and even covered his mouth while introducing Su Mian.

"Academician Huang Wenchuang is a relative of my father's generation."

Su Mian nodded knowingly. No wonder he was so excited; it turned out he was family.

Huang Wenchuang adjusted the microphone, and suddenly it emitted a sharp crackling sound, instantly waking up several sleeping students in the back row.

Good afternoon, students.

"I am a researcher from the Fengjing Biological Research Institute, and I am here to give you, the talented students of Fengjing, a little bit of popular science knowledge."

"Everyone says that the university is full of talented people, so listening attentively to a short lecture should be a piece of cake. Come on, let's look at this banner..."

"How modest! The dean is the one who calls himself a researcher."

Huang Baien held his face in his hands, his body seemingly sparkling with stars, it was hard to tell whether he was talking to himself or to Su Mian.

Sleep disturbance: I don't need to elaborate on the psychological process, right?

"We will focus on a more fundamental and broader biological question: evolution and degeneration in our human species."

"How do these two seemingly contradictory forces coexist in an extremely complex way and profoundly shape our current state, especially our immune system on which we depend for survival?"

"Evolution and degeneration coexist? I guess I'm past my prime, huh? Has evolution been rendered obsolete, teacher?"

The boy on the other side of the dormitory couldn't play the game, so he started chatting. He seemed to be related to the lecture and was very good at finding fault.

"Can you just shut up? I don't want to hear this!"

Huang Baien bypassed Su Mian and mustered his courage to shout a low voice in that direction.

"A tiny genetic mutation can lead to a significant evolutionary improvement in defense capabilities through complex cascade effects, or it can trigger catastrophic degeneration and collapse. We are far from fully understanding the threshold and critical point in this process."

"You're arguing with me now? Do you even know what people are saying? 'Ignorant and foolish liberal arts student.'"

"Hey hey hey??? What's wrong with you being a liberal arts student?"

Before Huang Baien could speak, he ignited the row of female students sitting at the head of the table.

"What era are we living in? Still spouting this nonsense? Haven't you cut your queue yet? Didn't the Qing Dynasty die out long ago?"

Clearly, the girl's attack power was much stronger than the boy's; the boy's face turned pale and then red.

Taking advantage of the fact that they couldn't hear what the person above was saying, they rolled their eyes and muttered something that sounded like they were cursing.

The girls couldn't sit still any longer and immediately stood up.

"What are you saying? What kind of manners are you!"

"You think you can just swear?! Huh? Come outside with me and swear!"

"What are those classmates doing?"

Huang Wenchuang, standing on the podium, frowned, his train of thought interrupted. He rubbed his temples and started searching for his manuscript.

Several volunteers led them away from there. The students whispered among themselves. Huang Wenchuang suppressed his temper and finally slammed his hand on the table. The crowd immediately quieted down.

"Students... students!"

"I know science can be a real downer, but listen carefully, you might discover some secrets within it? Who knows, you might find it useful someday?"

He looked at him with a sense of disappointment and frustration, his eyes filled with deep regret and despair.

Su Mian tilted her head, crossed her arms, and looked somewhat puzzled.

If someone is just there to share scientific knowledge and gets interrupted by a little farce, their expression should be one of annoyance and anger.

The starting point for the loss of emotional control is the chaos of order. Their gazes and emotions seem a bit too heavy, as if we can see the fate of a certain group in them.

Once the hall was completely quiet, he stopped looking at the PowerPoint presentation that was still stuck on the title and began to tell a short story.

"When I was doing my PhD, I raised a box of fruit flies."

"A very small box, for observing a very subtle genetic marker."

"We record the frequency of their wing vibrations, their reactions to light, and their mating habits every day, with data accurate to the millisecond."

"One morning, I found that all the fruit flies in the box were dead."

At this moment, all the students looked up. We also have to thank those few people for triggering the farce, otherwise the lecture wouldn't have had such a high head-up rate.

"There was no reason, at least not at the time. It was just that the air conditioning system malfunctioned the night before, causing the temperature to fluctuate by 0.5 degrees."

"0.5 degrees Celsius might just mean the difference between feeling 'it's a bit chilly' or 'it's a bit stuffy' for us in the auditorium."

"But for that box of fruit flies, that was the tipping point of their survival curve."

He lowered his head, it was unclear whether he was looking at a manuscript or something else.

"We are always very good at distinguishing between 'us' and 'them,' and we are also good at thinking that some changes, as long as they don't happen in our box, will always be a distant story."

After pausing for a few seconds, Huang Wenchuang said that they had gone off on a tangent and then got back on track with the topic.

He pointed to the PowerPoint presentation, and the students lowered their heads again. Su Mian, however, listened very attentively. This might be a bit childish, but she was touched by the story. Perhaps it was because she was too good at sensing emotions, but Su Mian conveyed the crisis and implications in his words, making it impossible for her to convince herself not to listen.

For the rest of the time, Su Mian and Huang Baien sat there like mannequins, their eyes glued to the screen.

Huang Baien's feelings for Su Mian were purely out of admiration, while Su Mian's feelings were due to other reasons.

Although she didn't quite understand many of the technical terms, she could roughly understand the theory in layman's terms: "Evolution and degeneration coexist, but are related to the immune system. People with specific immune systems evolve, while humans without specific immune systems degenerate. The symptoms of degeneration are unclear because everything is just speculation."

This person has said "everything is speculation" many times, as if it were a statement made for the sake of scientific rigor, but also as a kind of fallback plan.

When the speech ended, Su Mian blinked her dry eyes, turned her head and was startled to see Huang Baien's face as red as a monkey's, as if he had been inspired by the lecture.

"Uncle Huang is amazing! I must learn from him. I want to get a doctorate and work in a biological research institute!"

Su Mian turned off the phone's recording function, looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Did you understand?"

"Well……"

Huang Baien suddenly seemed to have been doused with a bucket of water, stammering and unable to speak for a long time, but his eyes lit up again the next second.