Could Lu Yuan Be Dead?

Everyone hurriedly finished breakfast and rushed to the laboratory.

The chief director, Zhang Hui, had two dark circles under his eyes. He had been excited all night and had barely slept. "Good morning, everyone."

"Don't just study the peaches. The rice, those weeds, and the trees have all mutated too. They're worth researching... Let's divide up the research topics and assign personnel first."

"Who wants to study that Big Peach Tree?"

Almost everyone raised their hands.

"What about the rice?"

Half of them raised their hands.

Zhang Hui smiled to himself. Who wouldn't want to research the things most likely to produce results?

Well, actually, he wanted to study the peaches too. "Ahem, everyone, there's no Nobel Prize anymore."

"All our research results belong to Yunhai City, to the collective."

"So I can only be the bad guy and directly assign the researchers."

He selected several relatively authoritative professors and divided up the major research topics. Medicine and food, in particular, were the current top priorities.

Everyone was fairly cooperative. How should he put it... They were extraordinary plants, after all. That was still better than having nothing to study like the other cities.

After assigning the work, Zhang Hui casually asked, "How is Lu Yuan doing? Are you still watching him?"

Lu Yuan had not completely gone mad, after all. He only used that Big Round Ball as a clock and did not intend to contact Human Civilization all day long.

He had placed the Metal Ball in a room piled full of garbage.

Everything the camera could capture was gold, silver, and all kinds of miscellaneous trash.

It was difficult for the researchers to obtain any more useful information.

Under such circumstances, the PhDs had stopped watching, and it was now the master's students with lower qualifications taking