Chapter 1207 Spell Assistance, Research on Sturm Und Drang

"Observe the division process of E. coli after staining... Ah, the E. coli is dead... Could it be that I poured too much dye..."

"Re-staining... very good, this time the E. coli is alive and dividing, but it is not stained clearly and cannot be seen clearly..."

"Dye it again..."

Grete stumbled and struggled under the microscope day after day, day after day. From E. coli to onion root tips, from onion root tips to frog eggs.

After proving the role of the cell nucleus, proving the existence of chromosomes, and proving that chromosomes have a parallel relationship with genes (hey, the growth-promoting technique is so useful, and the cleaning technique is so useful in peeling frog eggs), finally, it is time to prove that chromosomes are gene carriers It's time!

"Well...so I need a fruit fly with white eyes..."

Gretel held his chin up and looked at the bottles of fruit flies that the elves had found, confused and in a daze.

After he said that he "likes to eat fruits", the elves quickly found a group of fruit flies for him, but these little things all had red eyes!

Red eyes, red eyes, red eyes, red eyes...

"Gretel, do you want to go take a nap?" Ash Yuege floated past him and looked at his thick dark circles with concern:

"Your eyes are all red..."

"Ah, red... I don't want red eyes, I want white eyes..."

Grete replied dreamily. In fact, fruit flies have many other traits, such as long wings, small wings, and bristles on their legs.

But Gretel couldn't remember whether wings are sex-linked inheritance. It was too painful to look at fly leg hairs with a magnifying glass. It would be better to have white eyes to make the researchers happy...

"Grete, what's wrong with you?!"

Grete shook his head vigorously, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers. The water-generating technique was activated, and a cloud of water poured down on his head, drenching him thoroughly. He blinked his eyes, shook his hair, and finally felt a little more awake:

"I have an idea!"

He jumped up, grabbed a small bottle of fruit flies, his fingertips flashed slightly, and threw a paralysis spell over it.

The fruit flies in the bottle fell to pieces. Grete poured the paralyzed (anesthetized) fruit flies out of the bottle. He held the remaining fly eggs and larvae in the bottle and began to mutter:

“Give me white eyes…Give me white eyes…Give me white eyes…”

While chanting, he extended his mental power and tried to cover every fruit fly egg and larvae. The natural force in the palm rotates, hazy, trying to convey to these little guys, conveying his will:

Hey, give me some face, can your red eyes grow into white eyes?

The light green natural force is thrown into the bottle, as if it is thrown into a bottomless pit, and is completely absorbed by the fruit fly eggs and larvae.

Soon, the fly eggs begin to hatch, and the larvae begin to molt, grow, molt again, and pupate. The walls of the pupa tear, and the emerging adults spread their wings and fly out. The whole process is like a fast-moving camera, a change occurs in a blink of an eye, and a change occurs in a blink of an eye.

As for the white eyes...

"Well, the little guys don't give you face..."

Grete smiled helplessly, changed the bottle, and prepared to continue the experiment. Ashe Yuege watched the whole process and quickly interrupted:

"Gretel, are you going to make them grow white eyes? Then don't change the bottle and continue to induce birth! One round is not enough for two rounds, two rounds is not enough for three rounds, it can always be done! If you change a batch now, it is equivalent to starting from scratch, they will I don’t recognize you!”

ah?

Is there any other trick?

Grete has not done much work to promote the direction. At this time, it is natural to absorb the advanced experience of his predecessors. He held the bottle and patiently waited, waited, waited...

"Hey, why are there no new fruit flies coming out?"

"The eggs and larvae have been given birth to for you, so of course there are no new ones!"

"Then they..."

Gretel wanted to say "Why don't you mate?", and after taking a look at Ash Moon Song, he felt that he still had to pay attention to his words in front of young single women. After a pause, his tongue twisted:

"...Why don't you lay eggs?"

"Maybe he was just born and is a little confused?" Ai Xiyuege took a look, raised his finger, and tapped the wall of the glass bottle with his fingertips.

A misty cyclone passed by, and soon I saw the fruit flies buzzing and getting together in pairs.

...Sister, your skills are much better than those necromancers who are busy flipping through the "Pink Book"!

Gretel was impressed. Ashe Yuege raised her chin, her face full of pride:

"See? Learn more, we forest guards, this little magic to help animals is very useful!"

Yes, yes, yes, yes... I just don’t know, Elf Forester, why do you throw birthing spells at animals when you have nothing to do...

Grete nodded like a mince, watching the fruit flies fly down one by one to lay their eggs, then paralyze and transfer them. Holding a new batch of fly eggs, continue to communicate, continue to provide the power of nature, continue to stimulate birth...

Repeatedly, a group of white-eyed fruit flies were finally born. Grete felt like a treasure, and transferred them one by one into a bottle, waiting for them to mature and mate naturally.

Then, after mating, this batch of eggs was laid, and the new fruit flies that hatched...

The eyes are red again...

The traits are unstable, the mutations cannot be inherited, or are they just causing the eyes to fade in color during growth? All in all, we must continue to work hard to provide the power of nature, continue to revise, and spread our hands.

Gretel took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. Catch this new batch of fruit flies and cast a spell to make them mate and lay eggs. In this process, we begin to continuously supply the forces of nature and constantly communicate with them:

"Give me a child with white eyes...a child with white eyes...a child who can pass on white eyes from generation to generation..."

After a few more generations, the blind cat encountered a dead mouse, and finally produced a fruit fly with white eyes - and it was successfully inherited to the second generation.

Grete was overjoyed and watched them pass on for two generations. Finally, he took these fruit flies and mated them with red-eyed fruit flies:

"Red, white, red, white... Ouch! The numbers are wrong! The gene induced by this spell is not invisible?!"

Crying, these fruit flies were placed aside and allowed to grow on their own. Take another bottle of Drosophila larvae and start the induction again:

"Give me children with faded eyes...children with faded eyes...children with faded eyes from generation to generation..."

Alas, Morgan, the Holy King of White Eyes, had some great luck to get a fruit fly that happened to have white eyes, the invisible factor, and sex-linked inheritance!

"Okay, this time, the number of white eyes and red eyes of the newly hatched fruit fly is finally correct... Let's start observing its chromosomes... and take out the salivary glands of the larvae..."

Even so, Grete also knew that with the help of magic, his research was on the fast track. First of all, targeted mutagenesis is possible, so there is no need to wait for luck to fall from the sky;

Secondly, you can use magic to induce birth, instead of breeding one generation, waiting for seven or eight days, and worrying about not being able to feed the fruit flies;

Finally, you can use magic to induce fruit flies to mate, so you don't have to worry about the white-eyed fruit fly dying in the middle before it accomplishes its mission.

Of course, the convenience of spells can also be reflected in other aspects:

"Cleansing! Remove the fat from your salivary glands!"

"Ah, it's a little crooked, half of the salivary glands are gone..."

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The author continues to study high school biology... It feels like the few lines in the book are the years of hard work of mankind's top scientists in history...