allendalepharm Chapter 177 The Sinful Bowman
Chapter 177 The Sinful Bowman
As soon as these words came out, the laboratory suddenly fell silent.
"Super bacteria?" Professor Ma frowned slightly, "Do you want to use super bacteria to fight against the Song He bacteria symbiont?"
"Yes!" Song He admitted, "The competitive bacteria modified by Escherichia coli don't work. We must find stronger competitive bacteria!"
Professor Ma was silent for a moment and finally nodded, "Okay, logically speaking, you can't come into contact with super bacteria. Let me make an exception for you."
Song He was grateful, "Thank you, professor!"
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After one hour.
The laboratory door opened, and Professor Ma came in with a metal box in his arms and winked at Song He.
Song He quickly ran over to push the wheelchair, pushed it into the first laboratory, and locked the door behind him.
"Acinetobacter baumannii that is resistant to dozens of antibiotics." Professor Ma opened the box and revealed the sample bottle inside.
Song He carefully took out the sample bottle, as if holding a bomb.
It was the first time in his life that he used super bacteria for scientific research. He said that he didn't sweat. Although it was not scary for healthy people, he still couldn't help feeling frightened.
"Don't shake your hands." Professor Ma calmly instructed, "You are as timid as a chicken. Take a deep breath before you start working."
Song He put down the sample bottle, lowered his head and took a deep breath for a long time. When he raised his head, he was startled to see that the glass wall opposite was full of human faces!
A bunch of classmates came over to watch Heshen's operations through the glass wall, and gave thumbs up in encouragement.
Song He smiled. He was quite nervous at first, but when he saw the expressions of his classmates joining in the fun, his nervousness suddenly dissipated.
He followed the steps step by step, and after 20 minutes, he finally added a drop of baumannii bacteria to the culture solution.
Wait a moment and observe with a microscope.
Bowman's image is ugly and ferocious, and seems to be faintly exuding demonic energy. He has completed the assembly and is killing the Song He bacteria symbiote like a swarm of tanks!
Sensing the danger, the Song He bacteria symbiont decisively accelerated its secretion and released a barrage of antibiotics!
Amidst the hail of antibiotic bullets, Bowman hesitated only slightly, and then continued to move forward unscathed!
Just kidding, Acinetobacter baumannii remains unmoved in the face of any antibiotics. Is it a deserved reputation?
Finally, Bowman arrived at the periphery of the honeycomb position and tore apart the honeycomb from all directions!
The Song He bacteria symbiont suffered heavy pressure, twisted and deformed, its internal structure was fragmented, and the honeycomb shape could not be maintained. Large piles of Song and He bacteria were squeezed together and fell into chaos.
The brutal massacre begins!
Bowman moved slowly, but kept compressing with an iron wall, squeezing the Song He bacterial symbiote into meat paste step by step, and then greedily devoured its corpse, splitting into more small Bowmans.
Ten minutes later, there were only a bunch of big Bowmans and little Bowmans left in the microscope field of view, wandering around exuding evil aura.
Song He bacteria symbiont, the whole group is destroyed!
"How?" Professor Ma asked.
"It's cold." Song He scratched his head.
"What's next?"
"Try again!"
Song He took out more than 40 culture bottles, added different concentrations of Bowman and Song He bacterial symbionts, and started culturing.
He was busy alone, and it was already an exception to allow him to come into contact with super bacteria. It was impossible to arrange for his classmates to be helpers.
When the professor wasn't paying attention, he took out a small spray bottle of fast-growing fungus spray and sprayed it wildly on the culture bottle to shorten the culture time.
Soon, the second round of experiments also failed, and the Song He bacteria symbiont was completely wiped out. Big Bowman led a bunch of little Bowmans to wander around with evil spirits, looking like they would eat whoever disobeyed.
Song He looked as usual and started raising the third round, trying to prepare culture media with different ingredients.
Failure, fourth round.
Failure, fifth round.
Failure, sixth round.
Failed failed failed failed failed failed...
Before I knew it, it was twelve o'clock in the evening.
The professors left one after another, leaving only the exhausted Song He in the first laboratory.
At this time two days ago, the second laboratory was full of students, working enthusiastically and late into the night.
But today, without the backbone Song He, everyone was sluggish and felt the laboratory was boring. They started running away one after another at ten o'clock in the evening, and by twelve o'clock there was almost no one left.
There is only one man and one woman left in the second laboratory, Zuo Gaoming and Fan Tao.
The two of them lay next to the glass wall, writing on white paper and pasting it on the wall to communicate with Song He.
"I see you have been busy all day. Have you produced any results?" Fan Tao wrote on the paper.
Song He shook his head, smiled bitterly and sighed. He had failed countless times and felt that time passed very quickly today.
"What operations did you use?" Zuo Gaoming was curious.
Song He also found a piece of white paper and wrote a lot quickly.
"We used different concentrations of Baumania to put pressure on the symbionts, changed hundreds of culture medium components, introduced E. coli to adjust the balance, changed the pH to adjust the activity of Baumania, and introduced gas to change the activity of Baumania..."
There are more than twenty methods listed on the paper, and I have tried them in all directions, but I have never been able to break through.
Fan Tao and Zuo Gaoming looked sympathetic and lowered their heads to write together.
"Is the idea of the experiment wrong? Is using Bowman as a competitive bacterium too strong?" Fan Tao wrote.
"Don't worry, this project may not be able to continue. The symbiosis that can be produced is already very strong, and it may not be possible to achieve further symbiosis at all." Zuo Gaoming also wrote.
Song He shrugged and did not answer.
Zuo Gaoming said that he didn't need to think about it. Now that the black technology blueprint was listed, it showed that the symbiote could become even closer.
But Fan Tao's words made him uneasy... Could the idea of using super bacteria to put pressure on the symbionts be wrong from the beginning?
"I have an idea. I'll grow the symbionts in the culture bottle until the density is high enough. Maybe I can compress the Song He bacteria that have a closer symbiosis." Fan Tao wrote on the paper.
"Creating a black hole, right?" Song was happy.
"I also have an idea. Use different inorganic salt environments to raise two batches of Song He bacteria symbionts, and then put them into the same environment. Maybe the two batches of symbionts will compete and a new form will emerge in the competition." Zuo Gaoming also wrote in the paper Write on it.
"Civil War Fantasy God, right?" Song He was overjoyed.
Fan Tao and Zuo Gaoming looked at each other and wrote on the paper at the same time, "Don't laugh! Let's see who gets results first!"
Afterwards, the two got up and returned to the experimental table to start work. They placed the culture bottles full of the experimental table and added culture media one by one.
Their fighting spirit was inexplicably ignited, and the young man's desire to win was aroused. Song He finally went astray and knelt all day long. He is still obsessed with it. It is a good time to defeat him!
"I have a hunch that my method will work tonight!" Zuo Gaoming's eyes lit up, "I figured it out. Instead of waiting for Song He to make a breakthrough, I might as well make a breakthrough myself!"
"Great!" Fan Tao smiled excitedly, "When I get results, I will be able to grab his chicken legs next time I eat!"
Separated by a glass wall, the three people secretly competed and cultivated symbionts crazily.
However, what awaits them is still repeated failure.
Zuo Gaoming and Fan Tao failed slowly, but Song He knelt frantically, constantly configuring new culture media, and losing every minute.
After working hard until two o'clock in the middle of the night, Song He felt a little desperate and fell asleep sleepily.
In his confusion, he couldn't help but ask himself:
Is my thinking wrong?
At three o'clock, wake up.
Song He stood up and turned to look across the glass wall. Zuo Gaoming and Fan Tao were lying on their respective experimental tables, sleeping soundly.
He was slightly disappointed. In fact, it didn't matter to him whether he won or lost. The key was to achieve results. Even if Zuo Gaoming and Fan Tao succeed, he can use it and continue to transform it until the black technology blueprint is completed.
But looking at the two men sleeping soundly, it was obvious that no progress had been made.
Song He came to the microscope and observed the culture bottles prepared before going to bed.
As expected, there was only one living creature left in the culture bottle, Bowman!
The demonic Bowman is everywhere, dominating the culture bottles with absolute dominance.
But after observing for a moment, Song He suddenly realized that these Bowmans were moving very slowly and were extremely weak.
The fungus see-through capsule takes effect, and system text appears in front of you:
[The nutrient concentration of the culture medium is low, and Baumannella lacks food and falls into weakness]
[A small amount of Baumannella starves to death]
[A small amount of Baumannella starves to death]
The words "starved to death" kept popping up, and each evil Bowman stopped moving and ended his sinful life.
The Bowmans died peacefully, their chubby bodies motionless, maintaining their appearance in life.
Song He sighed and prepared to dispose of the culture bottle. In a few minutes, only the body would be left in the bottle.
But suddenly, his hand that picked up the culture bottle paused and slowly put it down.
One word suddenly jumped into my mind, inactivated vaccine!