"Mr. Gray Fox, it turns out you are here."

The glowing blood-colored vial was quickly put into Turing's pocket, and the phantom limbs were extended under his wrist to turn off the display screen on the side. Turing turned around.

"Mr. Tsfield."

The person who appeared at the door was Tsfield. The researcher with Gujing Wubo's face was now holding a report sheet in his forehand, and walked up with a hint of confusion on his face:

"What kind of substance is the small piece you gave me?"

Tsfield seemed to have no idea what Turing was doing just now, but handed the white paper in his hand to Turing.

As the electronic eyes moved down, Turing felt that the back of his head was about to dissipate heat again.

A large number of dense codes and chemical symbols are presented in Turing in the form of a table, and he cannot understand this wild way at all.

However, he could see clearly the number "0" that appeared in the blockbuster between those codes and knew that this should be an ingredient analysis table.

And under this blank sheet of paper, there are other overlapping and neat reports. Apart from the first Turing, you can barely know what it is, you can't understand the ones behind it at all.

So he calmly put down the paper in his hand and said in a calm tone as he was:

"Is there any problem?"

"Yes, of course, there are." Tsfield pointed seriously at the first page of the report in Turing's hand. "Look here, whether it is the most commonly used structural materials on the market or other very useful materials, there is no such thing as the piece of metal you gave me."

"There are the tests that follow. I even doubt you have found a brand new element!" Tsfield's tone was a little high, his eyes flashed through the stack of white paper, and then took out an exquisite metal container from his pocket, which was the piece of "scrap iron" given to him by Turing.

"Tell me, what the hell is this?"

The electronic eye on the gray fox armor moved, and Turing gently raised a finger to put it on the kissing position:

“This is my research.”

Tsfield's brows frowned: "I'm not the kind of person who likes to promote, I just want to know what it is now!"

"After you left this afternoon, I and Garfield briefly analyzed your [Feature Filter]. Then I went back to the lab to test the metal of unknown ingredients for me. Whether it is the ingredient test, the hit test, or the chemical reaction, it is different from any element that is currently available!"

I am a scientific researcher, which is different from a wild path like me... So far, my experiments are all for combat use, and I have not tried to use chemical reaction tests to explore the essence of the demon god factor.

Under the face, Turing looked at Turing at Tsfield with a slightly satisfied look.

"This thing is related to carbon change."

As soon as this said, a sharp light flashed in Tsfield's eyes: "This is... the carbon-turned [aging metal]? No... no, the aging metal is very fragile, but the thing you gave me is extremely strong, just like... it's..."

His eyes wandered, and his brain turned at high speed.

Tsfield had a gut feeling that the metal gave him a lot like something he had seen recently.

What exactly is it?

Feeling the attention of Turing's red light, Tsfield was not good enough to be muttering alone for too long, so he raised his head and met Turing's gaze. When he was about to turn the topic, he was stunned.

"Helmet, your helmet!"

Tsfield rushed up with a quick step and hugged Turing's head.

Turing: "…"

"This thing gives me the feeling...it looks very similar to your helmet! And these robotic arms!"

Turing was sent away from Turing's side by his unfolded phantom limbs. The latter looked at Turing with a burning eyes speechlessly. The unique look of scientific researchers chasing knowledge. Turing has seen it several times today.

"You have no basis, Mr. Tsfield. The scientific research work is rigorous and based on the basis. Everything must be fully experimental and theoretically verified."

Although I have never done this before, Turing silently added in his heart.

Turing learned about the term "Aging Metal" in Turing's mouth when he was browsing the information on the carbon change system. This thing is a substance that eventually condenses after the failure of carbon change. This is also another difference between the carbon change system and the human-shaped discharge.

Under Turing's words, the enthusiasm in Turing's eyes gradually faded: "You are right, scientific research is rigorous."

"But, I really want to know what the hell is this. If that's exactly what your research topic is, I mean...I want to join in."

It seems that this [Demon God Metal] has aroused Tsfield's interest, which is why Turing deliberately handed this thing over to Tsfield.

Turing is a veteran in the carbon change laboratory and one of the two supervisors, the leader of the scientific research team of the carbon change electromagnetic laboratory. Turing is very curious. With Turing's level of Turing and with just a little bit of "demon metal", how far can he do?

"This is a topic I have been working on. Why don't you continue to study it in depth to see if you can find the answer yourself." Turing made up his mind.

"At that time, I will consider your request. You don't have to keep this matter secret for me, you can take the team to try it. As for this thing, it is called 'Cylinder', you may try to start researching it from the perspective of 'biology'." Turing gently patted Tsfield's shoulder with his height advantage, waved his hand and left.

"biology?"

Tsfield was stunned for a moment, watching the gray fox leave, and he looked at the small piece of scrap iron carefully installed by himself... Should it be said, "Cylinder"?

"Want to try my abilities? Hey, young man."

Putting the thing in his pocket, Tsfield walked out of the laboratory with his back and ran into Garfield, who had just finished the scientific research report, but he did not stop for a long time and passed by.

"Hey, where did you go to the scientific research report just now?"

“I have other projects to do.”

"Is that?" Garfield, who was hunched, looked at Tsfield's back with a smile on his face. "We are preparing to set up a new project team for the practical scope of the mortal filter, and there is a little insufficient staff...hehe..."

"You can bring all the teams over there to use, I won't use them for the time being."

"ha?"

Hearing Tsfield's answer, Garfield's face was stunned.

It was this moment when Zfield was stunned that he was walking vigorously and was almost disappearing in the circular corridor.

"Hey, don't you need people to do projects?"

Tsfield didn't reply, but disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"What's going on with this old guy..."

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Nest lab.

The zenith was wide open, Turing's figure straightened out from the blooming tentacles, gently placing the blood sample in his hand on an alloy table made up of the roots of the World Tree.

Behind him, an armored human figure out of green light came out of the shadow:

"You're back."

"The test results are very interesting. Congratulations, Viper, you can be famous in history without going to a museum now."

“You mean…”

"The photon blood contained in your body is enough to keep your cells highly active and accelerate metabolism just right, while allowing your blood to contain more than thirty times the average value of the carbon change stage... I don't know if this state can be called "sublimation", but at least, Xiao Guan Tuozi's experiment was successfully added to the mortal filter after my improvement."

The viper lowered her head, and her face was covered with green light-light patterns.

On the fingers reflected by the green light, strings of green currents suddenly appeared.

"I suggest you change your name later."
Chapter completed!