Genetic Abyss: White Mouse Cheng Xue's Doomsday Ark

The neon lights of New York's Chrysler Building distorted into bloody spots in the heavy rain. Lu Chen stood on the edge of the 86th-floor observation deck, with the whirlpool of the Huangpu River flowing into the East China Sea beneath his feet. A holographic projection unfolded in front of him, showing real-time images of seven hundred parallel universes: pyramids of different shapes stood in each world, some made of crystal, some flowing with liquid metal, and the spire of the latest pyramid actually pierced the surface of the moon. "The civilization selection process will start at 23:59:59." The voice of the artificial intelligence butler was gentle and gentle, "According to Gaia's calculations, the survival rate of retaining the genetic sequence of old humans is 23.7% Higher than that of new humans." Lu Chen raised the syringe. The lavender liquid inside was the same color as Cheng Xue's eyes. He suddenly remembered the old man who held a wedge-shaped stone slab and smiled at him at the archaeological site in Iraq twelve years ago: "Child, when the upside-down skyscraper falls, you have to remember why you are crying." Outside the window, twelve black triangular fighter planes cut through the rain, and the eight-pointed star emblem flashing on their bellies made Lu Chen's pupils shrink suddenly - this was not the federal air force, but a "cleaner" unit directly under the Freemasonry. He pressed the emergency destroy button on his watch, and the images of seven hundred parallel universes suddenly collapsed at the same time. In the last frame, Cheng Xue is standing in the center of the Easter Island Stone Circle holding the cold embryo. Her white hair is flying in the quantum storm, and the spikes of the crown of thorns are piercing her temples. Lu Chen finally understood the meaning of the old man's words: the so-called evolution of civilization is nothing but a terrifying fairy tale written by God to mankind.