Most of the files in the entire cabinet are about various human experiments.

These things have not been touched for a long time and seem to have been forgotten.

In the middle of the night when no one was walking around, Mo Mo deployed additional equipment and calmly recorded every page that was blown.

Only later, when he began to analyze the data extracted from the images, did he realize that these were not the kind of human experiments he was looking for.

The entire cabinet of human experiments was conducted on Zhang Lanyue’s own descendants.

Basically, they are 61 or 62-year-old development box babies. When they are three to five years old, they are tested to the limits of the human body.

These children died of various causes. They were scalded to death, starved to death, frozen to death, suffocated to death, poisoned to death...

But in the end, the cult did not find out what Zhang Lanyu's mutation was.

In young children, it is not difficult to find longevity genes through human experiments. At least, you have to wait until the children grow up first, right?

Mo Mo glanced at the causes of death of the children in the compiled list.

My heart is as cold as ice.

He has not been killed countless times. There is at most one cell relationship between these children and him.

But he himself was just lucky to have survived.

At that time, the reason why he did not die was because he was already old enough to have children.

In other words, these strange children endured the inhuman torture of the so-called "human limit test" on his behalf, and the subsequent death.

His mood was inexplicably complicated, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Although these human experiment records are not the ones his father reminded him of, they are still useful.

Mo Mo sorted out the report materials gloomily and then continued to work.

Lan Ze was in his apartment with Comrade Lao Jiang. Looking at the demographic data of Crescent Space City, both of them were a little dumbfounded.

The joint beacon in Space City was finally repaired. The Shenzhou beacon left by Zhang He also automatically restored its function for some unknown reason.

Population data on the space city can still be accessed through the Consortium Beacon.

With Comrade Lao Jiang's authority, he can see a lot of things.

The population data is still more than 300,000 and less than 400,000. These people are all alive. They all have real-time body temperature and pulse. They are either healthy, sick, old or young. Everyone also has a gender and age.

The total number of people is very different from Mo Mo’s estimate.

One of the two must be nonsense.

Lao Jiang scratched his head anxiously. Lan Ze held his hand to prevent the old guy from complaining after losing his hair. Fourth brother Zheng learned from the past experience, wearing a wig in summer makes him sweat hard, and it is not convenient to go to the swimming pool. He loses the joy of life.

three-quarters of.

"There is graphic evidence, and I don't think Mo Mo made a mistake in his judgment." Lan Ze strengthened his belief.

"My judgment is the same." Lao Jiang agreed.

Although some religious immigrants take the initiative to come to Crescent City every year, and they stay there and never leave. But how much impact immigrants in space can have on the population size remains to be seen.

An empty ship cannot bring many people, and population growth mainly depends on having children.

"Let's find a few people first." Lan Ze suggested.

"Who should I call first? Zhang Lanyu? He seems to have logged out?"

"Looking for my grandson. Hey, Zhang Chen, what was your original name?"

"Christine Ai Xi."

"What the hell?"

"Respectfully, many people add this prefix. A-s-h, Ashes, is my name. I don't have a surname. My mother won't use her surname."

"Are there many people among you who don't have a surname?" Lao Jiang asked one more question.

"Many, many children use the prefix as their surname."

Zhang Chen added: "I still call Zhang Chen domineering."

Among his friends, many of them firmly believe that their surname is Zhang. They are confident enough to go out and fight with gangsters.

Christine Ash found it successfully.

Because of the use of different prefixes, there are currently no duplicate names among the hundreds of thousands of people in Crescent Space City.

This is a high school student, just turned sixteen, male.

In his detailed information, everything is listed including height, weight, and blood type. He also has a naive profile picture. There are even records of repeating a grade in elementary school and a broken arm in junior high school.

Lan Ze immediately looked back at Zhang Chen: "Is this you?"

This kid has grown a bit in the past six months, but he is definitely not as tall as the records in Space City.

"Fake." Zhang Chen said firmly. "That's not me."

"Yeah. The blood type is wrong." Lao Jiang also noticed it.

"I should be a growth box baby, not born in this hospital. The parents' names on it are wrong. They are all made up." Zhang Chen was silent for a while, "It's not all fake. I think, my birthday

It should be right."

"Congratulations, you finally know your birthday." Lan Ze patted his grandson on the shoulder.

Zhang Chen smiled stiffly: "I...it turns out that I am already so old and no longer a child. But I..."

"It doesn't matter, I know you will grow up." Lan Ze knew what he was worrying about. "Hasn't he grown so much now? His top is too short. I will buy you new clothes later."

"Ah...Grandpa." The grandson blushed. "Thank you, Grandpa."

Since his appearance returned to normal, the child has become a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth.

Even the expressions are easy to read.

Lao Jiang flicked a page of Christine Ash aside and looked randomly at other children of the same age: "Does his high school exist?"

"Here is Mo Mo's survey map." Lanze showed the three-dimensional topographic map of the space city. "I couldn't find it. The information collected by Qian Chen is also here. You can ask Mo Mo later."

Luxurious youth camps like high schools can be found in old and new cities. Lanze originally thought that even if they existed in old cities, they would only exist in buildings whose functions have not yet been determined.

However, the high schools in the old city are different from the full high schools in the new city. They also bear the title of certain religious schools. In addition, there are many technical schools in the old city, which are also called "technical schools" in the children's mouth.

The students in high school are all teenagers, exactly the same age group as Christine Ash.

"This person is already dead." Zhang Chen suddenly pointed to a name Comrade Lao Jiang slid past: Mu·Ash.

Seventeen years old, male.

"Do you know each other?" Lao Jiang opened the details page. This Ash is "also" a high school student.

"I had a fight with him, and he smashed my front teeth. He suffered from stomachache and died of pain."

"Did you grow up together?"

"I don't remember." Zhang Chen shook his head helplessly. "He was very tall and had grown into an adult. I saw it with my own eyes when he died."

"Then he is still in school? Is he really a high school student?"

"Yes. But there is a sister on our street who is his woman. So I often see him coming back."

"..." The two old guys looked at each other.

Lan Ze asked: "What do you mean by his woman?"

"That woman took over the job of giving birth. If you have any delicious food, give it to him, otherwise you will be beaten."

It couldn't be murder. The two old guys looked at each other again.

"What happened next?" Lao Jiang asked.

"That day, the woman got a bag of dry soup noodles from nowhere. After they finished eating, they drank water desperately. The two of them had stomachaches and rolled out of the house to the street. The woman was picked up and sent to the street by the area administrator.

Rescue her. She’s not dead. Mu Ash’s stomach kept hurting, and then she died of pain.”

The two old guys looked at each other in confusion. This half-year-old child, whose name is also Hui Jing, is probably not...

"Are you going to die from eating too much?" Lan Ze asked in a low voice.

But in the population database of Space City, he is still alive and well... He just finished third in the squash event of the school sports meeting.

Zhang Chen shook his head: "I don't know. Who can avoid eating noodle soup?"

Lao Jiang leaned back and gave up the control: "Look again, who else is dead."

Zhang Chen looked through the list for a while, shook his head and said: "Many people around me disappeared and never came back. However, I don't know where they went. My ears don't work well, and I can't hear some people."

I know the names. I didn’t see them die with my own eyes.”

Lan Ze thought for a while and asked one more question: "Where are the children? Are any of them dead?"

"Isn't it normal for children to get sick and die?" Zhang Chen asked back.

The common sense of the two old guys and Zhang Chen's inherent knowledge finally collided head-on.

The old guy's head was buzzing from the impact.
To be continued...