Chapter 31 Daughter

I don't know how long it took, the red ink has almost sunk. Just when Hong Mo thought he was going to die, he heard a soft cry.

"Dad."

Hallucinations? Hongmo thought there was something wrong with his hearing. However, at this time, a soft voice came.

"Sister, is that Dad?" It seems to be the voice of another child.

Red ink unfolds a superpower field that has not been used for a long time. Outside the glass room, two children with pink makeup appeared in their minds. Who are these two little guys? Why do you call him Dad?

"Well, it's time to go. I've seen your father. Go back and continue the serious experiment." An old man next to him pulled the two children impatiently.

"But, mom, we haven't met mom yet." The little girl, known as her sister, is still struggling.

"Your mother has been dead for a long time." The old man replied.

"Mom, I'm dead!" The two little girls muttered a little lost their mind.

"Um, he died a long time ago. Your mother's name should be Mu Siyu, who died eight years ago. All right, let's go." After saying that, he pulled the two unresisting children out.

Mu Siyu, their mother is Mu Siyu. The researcher's words set off a hefty wave in Hongmo's heart. His mother is Mu Siyu, and they call him Dad, isn't that what they mean?

The only possibility of these two children is the survivors of the original cell fusion experiment. However, didn't three of them survive at the beginning? Why are there only two? Hong Mo was puzzled, and then suddenly felt that he was dead. In this research institute, it was really simple to kill an experimental body.

"My daughter." Hong Mo fell into an inexplicable emotion in the bottom of his heart. Are they my daughters? Two little guys are my daughter!

Hong Mo found himself crying. Why did he cry? Is it because of the loss of human nature, and there are new students in places full of despair?

I want to live, not for myself, but also for my daughter. Their future should not be here.

The silent cry from the bottom of Hong Mo's heart!

The body has become a meat ball, so what? I still have a current, and I also have superpowers. I must get out of here with my two lovely daughters.

The red ink drives the current in the body and begins to become familiar with this strange body.

The electric current flows through the body, and the perception of red ink spreads to every part of the body, including the cumbersome meatball. Every moment, every moment, the electric current swims quickly in the body. After practicing in Hongmo for three days, the abnormality of the body was finally detected by the research institute.

Several old men came back here with interest. After some testing, these old men were a little disappointed. There was no change in red ink, but it was just actively generating electricity.

"I'm really disappointed. I thought something had changed." An old man said regretfully.

"It's a waste of time."

"Doesn't he like to generate electricity? Give him a circuit and simply act as a generator, which is also a waste." At first, the crazy old man gave another shocking opinion.

"Generator? It's not impossible. The use of waste is also good. Recently, the funds allocated above are a little insufficient. If you can save it, you can save some.

It is worthy of being the leading old men in the research institute. Within a day, the circuit is installed outside the red ink meat ball. As long as the red ink generates electricity, it can be absorbed into this device.

"If you like to generate electricity, just generate electricity. Don't worry about energy. The food tube is enough. We have installed a new test instrument. As long as your stomach is not supported, it will automatically input fluid food." The crazy old man said to Hongmo's meatball, regardless of whether Hongmo was willing or not.

Power generation, or not. Anyway, it's just a familiar ability. As long as you still have a purpose, it's not so easy to destroy.

Hongmo knows that this research institute is not for nothing. As long as it is determined that it is useless, it will be destroyed. There is not even a little scum left for real destruction, which is also the real death that Mao Shaohui said.

Hongmo doesn't want to die like this. Whether it's a meat ball or a human being, he has to live. As long as you live, there is hope. If you die, there is nothing left. Look, beasts, bastards, who can laugh at the end. At this time, at the bottom of Hongmo's heart, there was a fierceness, a fierceness that dared to break the hole in the sky.

Food enters the body, transforms, supplies the body, transforms, and becomes electric current. The body of red ink transforms these energies in an unknown way. Every hour and every minute, without interruption. The huge current enters the large storage appliances with the circuit storage, and then is converted into a stable current to supply the needs of the whole research institute.

At the beginning, the current provided by the red ink was not very large, but after a long time of familiarity, the current provided by the red ink actually supported most of the power supply of the research institute.

What this research institute does not understand is that the electricity provided by red ink is only supplied to the research institute after the body cannot store it. As for how much power there is in the red ink, I'm afraid no one really knows.

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"Dad, my sister is going to die." A little girl about five years old came to Hongmo again. The huge meatball said to the glass room.

Hong Mo's heart was shocked, and there was a sigh in his heart, and a trace of sadness flashed. Hongmo let go of the superpower field and gently comforted the sad little girl.

Maybe, what should I do?

This research institute has been stable for too long. It may need some stimulation to change. Only with change can red ink have a chance.

Hong Mo felt the abundant electric current in his body and meditated silently.

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Before Hongmo moved, a group of old men came to the outside of the glass room again. Hongmo knows these people. They are all one of the best bricklayers in the research institute, real bricklayers. Most of the experiments of red ink were completed by them. Now it seems that these people are very excited.

"Hurry up, hurry up, try the serum effect of Thunderbird." It's still the crazy old man, who is shouting there.

Thunderbird?

"Don't worry, the thunderbird is the most powerful lightning-driven bird found so far. I need to take protective measures first." A white-haired old man next to him comforted the old man.

Sure enough, it is a protective measure. The glass room has been reinforced, adding more things that the red ink does not understand. To be sure, it is more difficult if you want to go out.

After the glass room was reinforced, a robotic arm held a dark red potion and slowly injected into the red ink body.

Hungry, fear, and joy!

After the dark red potion enters the red ink body, this strange feeling begins to disperse from the part of the body. From the part where it was injected, Hongmo's body began to collapse quickly.

"It crashed, it crashed, the same reaction as other superpowers." Several old men paid close attention to the physical changes of Hong Mo.

"It's starting. As we thought, the serum of Thunderbird is too domineering. Neither ordinary humans nor superpowers can bear it. Once invaded, the body will only result in collapse."

"No, look carefully, his body is recovering. This is the regenerative ability, and his regenerative ability has taken effect. A white-haired old man looked at the red ink with a shining face.

The body collapsed, regenerated, collapsed, regenerated and fell into an infinite cycle. Hong Mo wanted to faint, but there was a strange force that made him unable to faint. The severe pain made Hongmo's whole meatball twitch.

The change in the body lasted for a week, and Hong Mo's whole body was extremely weak. If it hadn't been for the strong spirit of the superpower, he would have died long ago. Even so, Hongmo's consciousness would have fallen into chaos.

Hongmo didn't know how to faint in the end. Maybe it's the biological self-protection instinct, or maybe...?

In a conference room, several people responsible for researching red ink are discussing the status of red ink.

"It's strange that the serum of Thunderbird is integrated. Why hasn't his superpower changed? It shouldn't be." An old man looked at the data on the computer with a puzzled face.

"It really shouldn't be, but that's the truth. Perhaps the influence of the thunderbird on the experiment is very slow, and it is better to spend more time observing the state of the target in the future. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, he integrates the thunderbird serum and does not die. He is still the first case, and there is no target for comparison.

"That's it. I still need to invest some energy in clones. I'll leave it to you for the time being." After a cold-faced old man finished speaking, he left the conference room.

The discussion about red ink is over, and at this time, red ink is still quietly in the glass room.