Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 27 Lift it up and it’s a jio

Inside the shuttle.

Elsa staggered uneasily towards the room where Fang Yan worked.

The corridor outside the house has changed a lot, with various bottles and specimens placed along the wall.

The biological type of the specimen is very unfamiliar. It is a native creature from an alien planet that was recently captured.

There were all kinds of oozing specimens on the wall and on the floor, with their eyes facing her in the middle of the road.

The peace, silence, pain, torture, and passing of life before death.

All forms of living things are on display.

Elsa rubbed her arms and shuddered. This was why she hated some sociologists.

The Institute of Social Sciences includes four major areas: [Statecraft], [New World Theory], [Military Theory], [Biology]

Fang Yan was once an alien research expert at the Institute of Social Research, and his research field was the intersection of [New World Theory] and [Biology].

The main direction of [New World Theory] is planetary colonization and alien colonization. [Biology] is agriculture and genetic relatedness.

On weekdays, Fang's demeanor is quite normal. He is neither cold nor arrogant, and seems to be intellectually content.

Except for Fang Yan's eyes, his tone was obviously very enthusiastic when talking, but his eyes always made people numb, making him feel like he was being analyzed. It wasn't that Fang Yan really intended to study them, it was just habitual.

Elsa doesn't understand, but she understands that... temperament.

The more I study life, the more indifferent I become to life, until I have no respect for life subjectively.

"It's okay, I've never seen anything like this before, just..."

Elsa's eyes were wandering, and she glanced at the "bat" specimen hanging on the wall, staring ferociously.

The horrifying scene of death made her face turn pale and her nerves became tense.

"It's just... ugh, how can you get used to this kind of thing."

Elsa's heart seemed to fall into a lonely void. After panicking, her mood became depressed, and she couldn't help but think of her own guinea pig.

About two years ago, she did some experimental material breeding for a period of time.

When those sociologists took away a group of guinea pigs, they said they were not dangerous and would give me back a live rat when it was over.

She was once young and kind.

I watched helplessly as the mouse's internal organs were taken out, the instrument was used to kill it, and then the internal organs of another mouse were stuffed in.

He entered alive, was taken out by the half-dead scalpel, and finally came out gasping for air.

The original Christina I repeatedly jumped around the gate of hell.

It left her with quite a psychological shadow.

After Christina I survived safely, her immunity was extremely suppressed by drugs in order to avoid rejection, but she survived in the sterile room for a few days and passed away peacefully.

Now, what a similar situation.

Master Pace said there was no danger, and Aisha believed in the result, but the process...

"No!" She shook her head violently and looked at the door of the experimental site.

I have to show my momentum and let Fang Yan know that I will keep an eye on her!

This is not just an indigenous matter, but also a battle over scientific research ethics and anti-foreign and pro-foreign ideas!

Aisha clenched her fists and regained her composure.

Lift it up and kick it hard...

He pressed hard against the door.

Gently open a crack in the door and look inside the house quietly.

She is not a coward, she is just thoughtful. What if Fang Yan is fiddling with his brain at this moment, and she kicks in the door, frightens Fang Yan, and scares the natives to death.

One eye peeked through the gap and wandered around. The furnishings in the house were very fresh.

Compared with the dead animals outside, it is simply a paradise inside, a sea of ​​plants.

snort.

This guy puts all the scary specimens outside and hides the beautiful specimens in the house. Is this a sign that no one should enter?

Where is Fang Yan? Where is that guy Fang Yan?

There is no experimental equipment at all as imagined.

The viewing angle through the crack in the door is limited, and Elsa can only see half of the room by twisting and turning.

No one could be found in the room on the left, so I continued to open the door.

Gently, slowly, a head-wide distance was opened.

Elsa directly stuffed her head in, only the head, not in, so as not to taint her mood due to the bloody environment in the picture.

Um?

The furnishings in the other half of the room caught her eye, which was beyond her expectation, and a big question mark appeared on her head.

Is this an experiment? Aisha couldn't figure it out.

A white curtain covers the middle. The angle of the door is just right to observe the panoramic view of the compartments inside the cloth. A computer is placed next to the wall. Fang Yan is sitting on it as if he is watching something. There is also... a game cabin next to it?

That model, yes, the trademark pattern on the cabin told her that it was really just a device used to play games on scientific research ships.

I originally thought that the terrifying corridor deliberately arranged outside the door was to hide the experiments of evil scientists, but now... well, it is quite evil.

Fishing and playing games don’t work, which delays the team’s work progress.

Thinking of this, Aisha felt the need to show up and remind her.

"Hey! Fang Yan, are you ready to analyze the indigenous language? Master Pace said you can complete the work tomorrow."

The bespectacled girl in the room turned her head when she heard this, her tone was a little surprised, as she did not expect her arrival. "It's Miss Aisha, the work has already begun. Did Master Pace ask you to assist me?"

"Assisting work? I'm not interested in studying the brain or anything like that." Aisha entered the room and closed the door behind her back.

"Where is the aboriginal trophy of our team? In ancient aboriginal society, literate people generally have a high status. To be on the safe side, he cannot die."

"So that's it. Don't worry, Miss Aisha. His physical condition is very tired now, just suitable for a good sleep." Fang Yan pointed to the game cabin next to him.

Where Elsa followed her finger, there was no human-shaped sack, only a game cabin, and a human figure could be vaguely seen through the transparent cabin glass.

Game cabin? Why did she put the natives in the game cabin?

Unknowingly, the worry that Elsa originally had disappeared. If the brain experiment that Mr. Pace said meant playing games with the brain.

Her face darkened, and she suddenly felt that she had been tricked.

Captain Facial Paralysis! It’s a shame that I usually try so hard to make her happy.

Now take advantage of her kindness to tease her.

Fang Yan, who was next to him, saw her face suddenly darken, thinking that Aisha thought she was trying to fish for something, so he laughed dryly and opened his mouth to explain.

"The experiment just needs the natives to be asleep before it can be carried out. Everything is going smoothly now, Miss Aisha."

"Ah? Oh..." Aisha came back to her senses and responded quickly.

"Fang Yan, you are an expert in alien research on our scientific research ship. Could you please tell me the experimental process? I'm a little curious."

After a brief thought, she no longer bothered about Lord Pace's teasing. After all, he was his own captain. He occasionally had bad thoughts to prove that his mood was normal. If her deputy did not pamper her, who would pamper her?

"Hmm..." Fang Yan hummed a few times when he heard the request, seeming to be thinking about it.

"Isn't it convenient?"

"That's not true." Fang Yan pushed up his glasses frame, "I'm just organizing the language. This plan actually comes from the previous abandoned case of the Institute of Social Sciences."

Is it related to previous projects of the Institute of Social Sciences?

Aisha didn't expect that she just casually asked about the process, and Fang Yan directly told her experimental ideas.

We must know that for scientists, good inspiration and ideas are hard to find. If inspiration can be communicated, then experimental ideas are the hard work of every scientist.

The results of scientific research are often valuable only if they come first, and the idea that determines the results is the core.

Thinking of this, she felt a little guilty. The two of them had not had many personal conversations before, so their relationship was not deep.

First, Master Pace's research ship team has only been established for a year, and second, she is somewhat repelled by Fang Yan's temperament.

But now she suddenly felt that Fang Yan was not a bad person, even though he had some "occupational temperament".

Aisha smiled gently at Fang Yan and listened carefully.

"The confidentiality level of this project was quite high at the beginning, and it was rarely mentioned after the case was abolished, so not many people knew about it."

"At that time, we, a group of sociologists, led by Honorable Honorable Nod, were ambitious to explore the secrets of thinking."

"I can't say more about the specific process and content, but the result is obvious." Fang Yan pointed at himself with a wry smile.

"The project failed miserably, but many by-products emerged. After those few years of research experience, everyone has changed a lot, including me."

"Many friends have said that my eyes are cold and cold, like needles pricking me."

"Although it has eased a lot now, I think Miss Elsa can feel it."

She looked over with a sincere look, and Aisha felt embarrassed inside, smiling and shaking her head without changing her expression.

"I just... have a little psychological shadow on sociologists. In fact, I don't dislike anyone among my colleagues on the research ship."

"So that's it?" Fang Yan suddenly smiled. "To be honest, I am often scared when I see a doctor."

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed, and Fang Yan showed an awkward smile again, nodding his lips in the direction of the game cabin.

"The idea behind this experiment is one of the by-products of the original project."

Game pod? A spin-off from the Secrets of the Mind project?

Elsa was slightly startled.

Thanks to [The Deck Cleaner Who Can Do the Air Splits], [Souls of a Long Time], and [Don’t Forget the Scholar] for their monthly ticket support

Thank you [Don't give up even an inch], [Mo, Heart's Sorrow] for the reward

The P agency author would like to say something cowardly, although what I write looks like daily writing, it is actually...well, it should also be daily writing.

The author doesn't know what's going on. Maybe the scientific research team digging graves (archeology) in the Stars is really a daily routine.

(End of chapter)