There are very few such "unchanging" creatures, especially when this phenomenon occurs in a group of creatures like the Mimics that can change in a myriad of ways. It can really be said to be a unity of contradictions.
"I guess their body temperature is always fixed within a certain range, and this range must be very small." Sixus nodded. "After all, it is hard to say that they are 'evolving'. I personally tend to think that they are degenerating. This is one of the many costs."
The evolution from a life form with a fixed shape to a microscopic organism without a fixed shape, similar to a virus cluster, is indeed a degeneration from the perspective of inheriting and creating civilization.
And Sixus has the most favorable proof: it is this "invariance" in order to save their lives that has caused them to lose their ability to reproduce - she even speculated that they no longer have the most basic thinking ability.
And organisms, or to expand the scope to life... isn't the ultimate mission of any life in the biological sense to reproduce and leave offspring?
Having lost even this most basic power, she was reluctant to regard this change as evolution.
"Are you sure?" Xia Yibing was skeptical of her judgment. "Russell is a liar. He speaks very logically."
"It's also very stiff." Sixus said immediately, "He has that accent himself. I guarantee it will be very difficult for them to simulate a normal person."
"Where's the female inspector?"
"Aisun also said that there was something wrong with her body proportions. I tend to guess that she was parasitized in her hands and feet, and that the parasite has not yet affected her brain."
"I still think your statement of immutability is too exaggerated..."
"Of course, science is so exaggerated... And I'm not saying that it will definitely not change. Maybe in a few million or hundreds of millions of years, they will change... Even now, their body temperature will still change. What I mean by unchanging is only the fixed range - range! You understand!"
"So," Russell, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly interrupted, "The key to identifying Mimics is to measure their whole body temperature."
Hitzfeld's expression turned strange.
That being said... However, measuring the body temperature of a person who could be attacked by a flesh monster that could instantly merge into him at any time... the risks involved...
She thought so mainly because Talignan had not yet invented a more accurate thermometer manufacturing process.
Theoretically, this thing only needs mercury and some common materials to make, but think about it, in this damn place even automatic shoe repair machines are treasures, so the technology to accurately manufacture a thermometer is indeed difficult.
Therefore, in some folk methods, body temperature is measured by touching with the hands... She couldn't imagine those people wanting to touch the parasite of a mimicry demon, which was tantamount to courting death.
"It won't be a problem for him (Karloni)," Sixus reminded her. "He has enough people working for him, and he doesn't have to tell the truth before then."
"You've dampened my good impression of him," said Hitzfeld.
"Anyway, you're not serious. You don't really think he's a philanthropist who's dedicated to the people, do you?"
"The task of finding this temperature range is now left to you." Xia Yibing patted Xixus on the shoulder, "It seems that the count also wants to test us... He didn't say the specific temperature number, it seems that he hopes that the laboratory can be put to use."
This is good news: they finally understand the invasion and defense principles of the Mimics.
But the bad news is: they don't have as many death warriors as Carloni, and lack precise temperature measuring devices, so this method is just empty talk.
"I have to make a few more thermometers?" Sixus cursed and left. "These damned Tarinian apes, why don't they just wipe their butts with their hands?"
Hitzfeld frowned and stared at her back, feeling that he couldn't be too optimistic about this matter.
Sixus also said that it was a temperature range. As long as the final data was not too outrageous, it was difficult to guarantee that normal people would not touch this range.
So what should we do if we measure this kind of normal person?
When the Mimic is killed?
She couldn't do such a thing... For her, perhaps the most reliable early warning method was to rely on that divine eye.
As long as the Mimic approaches, or someone who harbors great ill will towards it approaches, it will definitely react, as if it can read all the information around it in the air. It's truly magical.
"I'll be out for a while." Russell stood up and cast his tall shadow over the girl.
"Like you said, there should still be some Thorn Birds Chamber of Commerce organizations in the local area. I will try to bring those people back to help us with all our subsequent actions."
Xia Yibing looked at him a few more times.
She and Hitzfeld had always believed that Russell was the mysterious Nightingale, and the Nightingale...given Charuni's cunning and caution, the chance that he hadn't left a spy in Kerge was zero.
So Russell's trip was probably to activate those chess pieces, and she was very happy to see this.
“Then you have to leave something behind,” Hitzfeld said.
Russell directly dismantled his right hand and took out a small cylindrical metal cylinder from the internal parts. It was more than ten centimeters long and had a cross-section of less than half a centimeter.
"The stuff is in there. You can give it to the doctor for research when the time comes."
Having said this, he left.
Xia Yibing found a pair of pliers and picked up the metal cylinder. When she turned around, she found that the girl was still staring in the direction where Russell left.
"Aisun...?"
"Hmm," Hitzfeld responded, his body relaxing.
"It's good news after all... Let's take this to Connie first."
Meanwhile, the Sally brothers had left the city limits of Kerg and were walking on a wide road with dense jungle on both sides.
It was Wright-Sally's idea.
He planned to visit Shiguanglong’s ancestral home nearby first.
Chapter 86 Pollution
"Wright... I don't think this is good..."
Walking on the somewhat stuffy road, Moore-Sali said while wiping the sweat off his face.
He really hadn't seen his brother for a long time, and he really missed him and cared about him. But that didn't mean he liked to indulge this guy and make trouble like when he was a child.
"What's wrong with that?" Wright walked ahead, full of energy, not even bothering to turn his head when he spoke, "Don't you want to go back home? Even if it's abandoned?"
"I didn't say I didn't want to." Moore shook his head, "But... Miss Hitzfeld gave us the task of wandering around the city. We have to try to find who started the rumor of walking around first..."
"Do you believe that?" Wright's face suddenly zoomed in from the front, startling Moore a little. "I'm serious. Kerge is the only city in this country with a sound health system and always survives the peak season of infectious diseases... Tell me you know how attractive such a city is to the people. Tell me you know how many residents there are in Kerge."
"About three or four hundred thousand..." Moore said stiffly.
It's certainly not comparable to the big cities like Sala with a population of millions, but in Talignan, this is already a crazy number.
"And the city stopped expanding twenty years ago." Wright tapped his head, "Especially the eastern suburbs. I suspect that's where the largest and most densely populated slums on the entire continent are. You're really crazy to want to see those things."
What he meant was simple: the population density was so great that even using the ability to trace back would make one dizzy - it was an idiotic task that was simply impossible to accomplish.
"So you have been..." Moore sighed, "Then why did you ask her more at that time."
"Of course it shows that I respect her!" Wright turned back and continued to move forward, and said to his brother in a cheerful tone, "You don't understand the art of communication between people at all. You are still the same as before, my stupid brother."
But I think she doesn't seem very happy!
Moore pouted, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up afterwards.
For those who have awakened the innate power of the Time Dragon, the existence of time is too complicated. As long as they want, they can often travel through their past memories and witness those phantoms, ghosts... those stories, which can easily make people psychologically abnormal.
The Time Dragon family also knew the hidden dangers of this ability, so they still attached great importance to psychological education. The Sally brothers had no problems in this regard, but Moore - after all, he had been living alone for a long time.
He spent decades at the border for that prophecy, an empty ideal, and gave up love and freedom for it...
It could be said that this was a huge sacrifice, but it must be admitted that he also knew that something was wrong with his mind after that.
Otherwise he wouldn't have been chasing the phantom of Windsor-Taylor around the house like a madman, not even noticing the hidden secret room.
He is a human being after all... He longs to be understood and to have company around him.
The current situation is very comfortable. My brother and I are walking on a familiar forest road. We can say whatever we want, without caring about anyone or anything.
It was like going back to his childhood, and he remembered all the pranks led by Wright.
"Will you cry when you see him later?" Wright asked suddenly.
"Who?" Moore was stunned, but did not get an answer.
He thought about it carefully before realizing that the other person was talking about their common father.
He was a rigid and strict man...If not for that, Wright would not have done such rebellious things when he grew up. This was directly related to his father's discipline and restrictions on him.
Although he is dead and his body has been buried in a foreign land for many years, the Time Dragon is still a Time Dragon after all, and they can see the past shadows of their relatives in the old house.
And it is the shadow of their childhood memories, which may be the most precious memory of the two brothers.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Moore was a little unhappy. "Who would cry... and why are you talking about this suddenly?"
He was a little stunned. Am I still the little kid in Wright's heart?
"Remember?" Wright went straight to another story. "When we were kids, it was you who threw the dung bomb, but he insisted that it was me. At the time, I told you that I would take the blame, and you must not tell the truth no matter what."
"You're stupid." Moore couldn't help but sneer at him, "You actually thought that the past could be hidden from him."
"Yeah... He easily figured out we were lying." Wright looked up and sighed, "But he still only beat me because I was the one who created the lie."
"You've been beaten a lot since you were a kid."
"Yes."
"But he doesn't really have a problem with you. He thinks highly of you and thinks your talents are superior to mine."
"Yes I know."
"Then you——"
Moore wanted to say, "Then how did you get to that point?"
He experienced loneliness for many years, but he didn't need to experience it.
Although his father would grow old, he had a brother in Wright. They could have been stationed together in Metz County, supporting each other and being each other's support.
But Laite ran away anyway.
They had a big fight, and he watched through the crack in the door... He remembered that it was the first time his father was so angry.
"I just think it's boring." Wright snorted.
"Not interesting?"
"Well, the Time Dragon's abilities are really boring."
"……I don't understand."
"It's so boring to be able to see the time record~" Wright stretched and turned his head to smile at him.
"You see, he can easily tell that we are lying."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
"No..." Wright gestured to him seriously: "This will make life less fun."
"Like those women, if I hadn't read their pasts and knew that they approached me for other purposes, I might have really fallen in love with one or two of them..."
Moore thought he was crazy.
"I think every person is a book, a work of art," Wright continued. "The fun is flipping through them and reading the unknown parts of them, which includes discovering people's pasts. The Time Dragon ruins that process."
“We still have a future to read…”
"No, no, it's different." Wright shook his head. "It seems so, and it is so now! But think about that prophecy? How far are we from being obedient to the future?"
"So you just don't want to live in seclusion as ordered by your clan's teachings..."
Moore was helpless.
I just want to have more fun and don’t want to be restricted.
He can come up with so many philosophical truths. This bitch really loves to shirk responsibility.
"You don't understand! This is a difference of opinion..."
"You just want to play."
"I'm not!"
"You are."
The pace of the two changed again, with Moore in front and Wright lagging behind with his neck stiffened.
"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want this cursed ability!"
In the end, Wright just screamed like a naughty boy.
"'The ability to see into the past and the future'... they did say 'the future', didn't they? I don't want to lose the only fun I have left one day! This is so boring! Ah! Ah!"
He screamed because Moore, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped. He bumped into his brother and sprained his ankle when he dodged.
"Wright..."
"Why are you crying so much...it's been so many years and there's still no growth."
