Chapter 1208 Looking for a Genetically Collapsed Fruit Fly, Waiting Online, Very Urgent

"What has little Gretel been doing lately?"

"I don't know... I just know that he is messing with flies..."

"Fruit flies! Those are fruit flies!"

Elder Melinsela shook her head helplessly and sighed. After they broke up unhappy that day, they didn't have the nerve to look for Gretel again, so they could only write letters back to Evermeet Island while asking the young elves to pay attention to Gretel's movements.

The problem is that none of these young elves can figure out what Gretel is doing. All I know is that he is buried in that stone fortress - which he calls the "research institute" - all day long, without even seeing the sun.

No one can play with the petri dishes, microscopes, slides, coverslips, dyes, etc. that Grete tinkered with...

"So, has he been disappointed in us recently?"

"That's not true, maybe he's just busy." Elder Fahim had personally experienced Grete's previous research process. The last time he plunged into the research room, he was just like this time, working day and night to tinker with things that others couldn't see. Things you know——

"Recently, he asked me for some past medical records to read, as well as records of people who have passed away. It seems that he has not given up on the treatment."

"well."

"well……"

The elven elders looked at each other.

The first was to lament Gretel's stubbornness. Several legendary mages had failed to cure the patient, so he rushed in with all his heart. God knows how long he would have to delay on this subject, and how many years of advancement would be delayed for this;

The second is to sigh, a child with such a pure and kind heart is still separated from the elves after all. It's a pity, it's a pity. If I had known that he had such a talent, wouldn't it be better to bring the child back when his mother returned?

Even if the child's father is brought back with him, it's not impossible! People with talent and strength are privileged no matter what...

"Who is his mother? Have you found out?"

Elder Fahim asked. Elder Carreon shook his head and sighed helplessly:

"You also know the situation on Yongju Island. On such two large islands, everyone lives here and there, finding a place to live where they like. Except for a few places such as Wangting and the Academy, most compatriots live in their own places. Yes, you have to rely on messengers to go and ask..."

Several elven elders were helpless. Elves have a long lifespan and are naturally friendly. As long as they are not too stupid or too lazy, everyone can live a good life.

There are indeed many elves who are willing to temper themselves, study various spells in the academy, take on the responsibility of protecting the group, or travel across the ocean to travel.

However, there are also many elves who find themselves on a hilltop or in a forest and don't want to come out. Among these elves, will there be a mutant who is willing to travel and be captured by his family after a long time? This is...

"Moreover, Wang Ting has already responded. In recent decades, no royal elves have been captured. There are secret realms and big rifts. The seals cannot be opened easily. If you want to know any news, you have to wait for their rotation."

"I hope the news will come back soon. Alas, I always feel that if the little guy has such a talent, his mother must not be an ordinary elf..."

They sighed for a while, rolled up their sleeves, and started working. Clean rivers, organize lakes, sow plant seeds, cast spells to promote growth, attract animals...

The huge elven secret realm, as well as the polluted area outside the secret realm, which is at least 100 kilometers wide, with dozens of elves sprinkled in, is like a few small sesame seeds sprinkled on a pot helmet with a diameter of one meter.

If everyone doesn't live together, eat, live and move together, and work within this range, basically you won't be heard even if you shout at the top of your lungs. No matter how much you worry about Grete, you have to finish your work well.

Every day, only for a short while after planting trees, tidying up nature, and feeling half dead from exhaustion, can I feel like caring about:

How far has Little Gretel's research progressed?

Grete's work of raising flies, no, raising fruit flies, has slowed down a lot. After all, fruit flies can reproduce once in seven or eight days even if they are left alone. With the help of magic, they can reproduce once in ten minutes.

Even if the white-eyed fruit fly you get for the first time is not a recessive gene or a sex-linked inheritance, if you want to get the traits you want, you can only use the power of nature to spawn seventy or eighty rounds...

It only took Grete two days to spawn the fruit flies he wanted, and another day to make cross-matching offspring. One generation of parents, two generations of children, look at the ratio;

Then use the recessive homozygotes and the offspring heterozygotes to make a group, and then use the heterozygotes in the offspring to self-cross to make a group, and then look at the proportion.

Among them, divine magic creates a generation once it is activated, and another generation is activated once it is activated. What takes the most time is actually counting the number of fruit flies and identifying the males and females...

"Okay, it finally begins..."

Gretel is gearing up. The results of cross gametes verified that the gene was on the chromosome and that the gene controlling white eyes was on the X chromosome.

Next, we need to go one step further to verify the possibility of chromosome collapse causing animal body collapse!

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother Byerbo!" Gretel dove into the bunker next door. On the doorway of the bunker, painted in bright yellow and pure black, is a clover with a black stamen in the center - a sign of radioactive dangerous goods, Grete's bad taste.

He stood in the entrance hall, pressed the sound transmission device, and shouted:

"Give me some of that ore! Give me some of it, purified or not!"

"What are you going to do again..."

After shouting twice, the vague voice of Archmage Baierbo came from the sound transmission device:

"...Little Grete, I'm warning you, this thing is very dangerous. Research is research, don't get yourself involved!"

"No problem! Senior brother, don't worry!"

Archmage Baierbo handed over two small lead boxes after a thousand warnings and instructions. The one-and-a-half-inch-thick box wall was tightly buckled. Grete took it in his hands and lowered his arms at the same time.

He placed two different ores in two compartments. A circle of concentric circles was drawn around it, and 12 equal parts were drawn according to the clock. In each grid, a test tube of fat and fat third-instar fruit fly larvae was placed:

"Calculate the time... In the first hour, take out a batch of larvae and take a small section of salivary gland cells for observation... Incision! Incision! Damn it, my hands are shaking again, and the larvae are crushed to death again!"

"Ah, this one finally succeeded. I got out a small section of salivary gland cells...a little less salivary gland, this thing won't die...the cells are stained, and under the microscope, you can see black and white strips..."

"Hell, all the larvae live to emerge as adults! How much ore do I need to add to burn them until their genes collapse!"

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