Super God Gene

Hanson walked out of the swimming pool with the tools, and it didn't matter if he came to work, he could just take a spin in the fortress, maybe he'd find something else, and now he's very curious about it.

Linglong and Ricole seemed to see Hanson's thoughts. After a glance, they all picked up the tools and went outside.

But they hadn't gone out yet, and the little crocodile screamed, and the little crocodile pointed his finger at the garbage on the beach, obviously letting them clear the place first.

Hanson left the swimming pool with tools, but the crocodile didn't follow him. He wasn't too busy cleaning, so he took a turn inside the fortress.

The fortress was damaged so badly that most of the instruments were broken, even if they weren't, Hanson didn't know what those instruments were for.

Strangely enough, you can't even see a single living corpse or bone here, except for those crocodiles.

“Based on the destruction of these instruments and buildings, it seems that there have been attacks similar to meteorite rains, but why can't we see what's falling?

As Hanson walked and thought to himself, he quickly returned to the crystal jar containing the crocodile and went into the area to observe it carefully.

The crocodile inside didn't feel alive, and under those broken jars, no corpse of the crocodile was found, not even traces of liquid drying up.

“Strange, isn't it true that the other crystal cans are empty?” Hanson frowned slightly and had to keep moving forward.

Hanson looked at the past in a single crystal can, basically the same, and found no abnormality.

Suddenly, Hanson stopped in front of a broken crystal jar, beneath a broken, collapsed crystal jar, like something.

Exposed from beneath the crystal, it was a palm that looked like a human man with a big, strong bone and dark, rough skin.

The point is that the palm is still perfectly maintained and does not show signs of rot and other symptoms. Had it not been for all of its vitality, Hanson would have thought it was the palm of a living person.

Hanson was slightly agitated. In the past, the broken crystals were removed. The palm was gradually ripped out by Hanson, but Hanson soon discovered that it was a broken arm with no corpse attached behind it.

The arm is strong and, judging by its length, it is estimated that its owner is about two meters tall and is a black man like a tower.

On the side of the arm, the position of the biceps, and a tattoo pattern that looks like a clown, all clues are a dark red.

The clown pattern is a jumping posture, like a split leg leap when running on the side, the body is on the side, but the clown's face is on the front, and he wears a double-angle width over his head, his eyes squeezing, and his mouth turns into an arc.

Hanson didn't see the funny feeling on him, but he felt the clown tattoo was weird, and the smile made him very uncomfortable.

Put that arm aside, Hanson continues to clean those broken crystals, hoping to dig out the owner of the arm and see who he really is.

These crystals are heavier than steel, but naturally they're nothing to Hanson, and soon he stacked all the crystals aside.

Strangely, under the crushed crystal in this crystal can, the owner of the arm was not found, there was only one arm, not even a trace of blood.

Hanson took a closer look at the purple butterfly goggles, and didn't know if it was true, or because it was too long ago, there were no particle residues other than the arms.

“Are you saying that the arm was cut off from somewhere else and then dropped here for some reason?” Hanson looked elsewhere, the fortress was like a big city, and it wasn't easy to clean it up again.

Hanson tried to look elsewhere first, but when he turned to get that broken arm, he was surprised.

The broken arm was just fine, and in the short time Hanson had to clear the broken crystal, all he had left to rot was bone.

Originally dark skin and strong muscles have been transformed into a beach of liquid with a rotten odor.

Hanson had become accustomed to corpses and had no strange feelings, but there was something strange in his mind: “How could this broken arm suddenly rot so quickly after so many years here? ”

Take a good look at that rotten arm, and Hanson stares at it, over the arm that leaves only bones, and he finds something unusual.

The clown pattern that was originally tattooed on the skin did not disappear, still branded on the bones of the arms, still looks like a strange smile on the run.

Unlike before, there was only one clown pattern on the skin of the previous arm, but now there are other patterns, or some text, on the bone.

“Crystal text!” Hanson was surprised and surprised, and looked closely at the dense numbness like microsculptures. Without the purple butterfly goggles, I'm afraid he would need to use a high magnifying glass to see what those words were written in.

He studied crystal script all night. He recognized all these words, but someone engraved them on the bones of his arm, which is too weird.

And the previous arm bone was intact, and the bone had muscles, so how did it carve it up?

Hanson took the bone out of the body water, removed the dirt from it, revealed the original appearance of the bone, the bone was a little white, long gone, but as you can see, the clown pattern and text seemed to be carved up with some kind of machine, and there were marks on it, not branded with some kind of power.

“What happened to a man who could actually use a machine to engrave on his arm's bones, or was engraved after he died?” Hanson thought about it and looked at the text.

“There was an abnormal variation in the M67 test object, the test result is unknown, and the No. 7586 Core Divinity Program failed…" Hanson read on and found that this was a summary report of the trial.

Hanson did not know what M67 meant. From the content, what the Jing clan was going to do to make the god. As a result, an unknown variation occurred along the way of the test article, which led to the early suspension of the experiment.

And then there's some data that Hanson doesn't understand, and that data is M67 variation data, and I don't know why it's carved onto the bone of this arm.

“Are these guys sick? Why are these materials and data engraved on bones when they can be stored directly with a crystal card? Unless they have reason to.” Hanson looked at the textual beam above the arm bone.

As Hanson was thinking, he heard the crocodile scream and saw it climb over his tail, shouting at Hanson twice. He seemed to be urging Hanson to work. He was very dissatisfied with Hanson standing there.