The hazy evil ghost, or the female ghost standing up from the ground, seemed to be thinking about Ku Ding's words, but she didn't seem to understand it very much. Although she couldn't see her face at this moment, she could still feel that she was thinking, but it was obviously not very effective.

The potter Ding waved his hand, and the ghost finally turned into a fog again, rushed through the tempered glass, and left the room.

Just as the evil ghost left, Ku Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

——I was really so energetic that I let her go. If she rushed over again just now, she would have to fight to the death.

Covering his chest, Ku Ding coughed a few times, his mouth was full of blood, and his chest hurt so much. His punch was really solid. He probably had to be cultivated for a few days and he sprayed so much blood. He had to replenish it when he went back. Let's stew the water ghost first.

After resting for a few minutes, Ku Ding stood up with the wall. The matter on Qiao Rourou was gone. Lin Qihao's personality occupied his body, which was a big hidden danger.

——If it is the [God-creating Plan], things are still a bit complicated.

The chef was breathing heavily, wanting to adjust his strange body as soon as possible. On the other hand, he lamented that Lin Qihao was also very lucky and could come into contact with two major projects that originally belonged to [medical] at the same time.

——Or do they already lack human resources? In the past, Lin Qihao was just an ordinary researcher at most.

——Anotherwise, my body is really strange. An evil ghost forced me to fight with blood. If I had known this, I would have brought Meng Po and Ning Meng with me. There was no signal underground, and I would have no time to call anyone.

There are no more stringent verification locks installed in the door of the room. Most of them are ordinary doors that open as soon as you push them. After holding the wall out of the room, you can see several white coats, but they all turn a blind eye to the chef.

These white coats were previously called b by people in the [medical industry], and are literally translated as malformed. They are a product of technology and a combination of genetic technology and smart chips. They have the intelligence and capabilities of normal people, but are greatly restricted in their actions and will only act according to the requirements of the controller. They are test tube creatures, born in this way. Due to technical defects, the few are only three to five years of life, and the most are not more than twenty years, which are consumables. Of course, there are also some high-end products, and those are customized products, and the cost is too much.

Once upon a time, only a few top institutions in [medical] used b. After these years, the level of [medical] has been greatly improved, and b has completed general-purpose production.

The Ku Ding was not interested in these bad people. Most of the faces under their masks were not very different. If they were guard types, he might be prepared. After all, the combat model was very difficult to deal with. It was difficult for an ordinary person who had no pain and no fear. If it was specially made, it was conceivable.

There are quite a few rooms in this new research institute, but there are only a dozen or twenty white coats. I don’t know if it’s those people who gave Lin Qihao a lot, or if some of them have reached their service life.

After walking for a few minutes, Ku Ding finally saw Qiao Rourou's figure through many layers of tempered glass. She seemed to be standing in front of a row of cylindrical things. The one standing not far from her should be Lin Qihao.

The cook couldn't walk fast either. When he arrived outside the room, he was naturally discovered by Lin Qihao, but Lin Qihao seemed to be unable to care about so much and kept saying something to Qiao Rourou. The sound insulation effect of the tempered glass was good. Although it could not stop the evil ghost's ghost roar, it blocked Lin Qihao's words tightly.

On the other side of the room, Qiao Rourou stood in front of a huge glass jar. The jar was full of transparent liquid, and the liquid was soaking the body of a naked girl. She was a beautiful girl with short hair and heroic spirit.

That's... Ye Lingxiao.

The cook's eyes shrank, he pushed open the door and walked in.

"You are crazy. Even if it is the [God-making Plan], there is no such thing as you. Do you know what kind of harm this will cause to Qiao Rourou? There is already a woman who has given everything for you, and she is also considered to be the one you watched her grow up. How can you bear it?"

In Qiao Rourou's memory, Ye Lingxiao was almost her former protective umbrella and her best friend. But if she saw this girlfriend becoming a specimen in the storage jar at this time, no matter how strong her heart was, she would be broken into pieces.

The cook wanted to touch Qiao Rourou, but when she walked over and reached out, she stopped. No one knew what Qiao Yatou was facing in her spiritual world at this time. Everything had to be seen through by herself, or she would always fall into despair and unable to extricate herself.

"I'm crazy? I'm not crazy. When I put this bad person next to Qiao Rourou, I had already made this plan. Although the personality born by myself was more stable, only external stimulation could give birth to a stronger personality. When despair and helplessness fill the brain, when everything is lost and there is no possibility, God can be born."

[The God-making Plan] is one of the major projects in the early years of [medicine]. From the original conclusion, although it is feasible, there are indeed some experimental results, but they are not as good as the progress of other projects. Coupled with the malice and inhumanity towards the experimenters, as well as the incalculable failed experiments, it was abandoned.

However, the [God Creation Plan] project was not deleted, but was suspended.

Several staunch fans of the [God-making Plan] said:

Among the known information, human n stores a large amount of information, which is unimaginable. It is said that the amount of n in a single sperm of human beings reaches 37.5 megabytes. In other words, on average, each time is equivalent to transmitting 1403810gb of data in three seconds. Now a computer's normal storage capacity is only a fraction of this number.

Although most of them did not complete the "task", they did not disappear.

The combination of eggs and sperm is like the transmission of information. It has never stopped since ancient times, and has continued from generation to generation. Most of the information has been in a sleep state, and may not be used for the rest of your life. But in this huge information flow, it may be stored all the information, knowledge, skills, and even power of your ancestors from ancient times to the present.

[God-making Plan] I believe that man is the descendant of God, and the existence of man is not accidental. He must have God's information, that is, genetic memory. As long as this information is excavated and turned into himself, he can transform into God.

However, these genetic memories are deeply locked in n, which cannot be reached by conventional forces. However, some things in reality have triggered the deep thoughts of several firm fans, and thus formulated the [Divine Creation Plan].
Chapter completed!