The information said that this was a 'customized test tube' mixed with Soul-Eating Orb fragments.

It didn't explain what the soul-eating beads were, but He Ao couldn't help but think of the marbles he found in the hospital.

He stretched out his hand and took out the marbles. The crystal beads were filled with a light purple mist.

This 'marble' seems to be used to collect souls.

"ah!"

At this time, Roger stretched out, picked up the coffee on the side, took a sip, and then burped, "This workload is too much. The last time I analyzed and studied so much data was the last time.

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"Listening to your words is as good as listening to your words."

He Ao put the manuscript paper in his hand on the table, "You can obviously use a computer to assist the calculation."

"For some data analysis, computers may not be as fast as me,"

Roger stood up and stretched, and there was a crackling sound all over his body.

"what's the result?"

He Ao took a sip of coffee and asked softly.

"I have figured out the best formula for these cultures, as well as the best mixing time and mixing method of life potion. These are things that the institute has not yet developed, but I know that your focus is not here,"

Roger sat back on the sofa and projected his bracelet onto the table.

"What the institute does can be summarized in a few points, the most important of which is," he raised a finger, "this institute is a 'large-scale organ culture factory'."

"Um?"

He Ao raised his head.

"I know you should have almost inferred this conclusion. Next, I will explain it in more detail."

Roger said slowly, "The organ cloning technology developed by Qunxing Pharmaceutical is very interesting. They borrow something called the 'Fountain of Life' to inject life into the cloned organs that cannot maintain their activity, making them 'viable'.

"However, this method cannot be used casually. It needs to inject the spring of life before the organ has grown into its normal form, and then implant the organ into a living person's body, so that the living person can support the organ."

This answer was not quite what He Ao had expected. He asked softly, "Will this kind of behavior have any impact on the people who donate the organs?"

"Short lifespan,"

Roger said calmly, "Excluding the damage caused by 'clone organs' to normal organs and the donor's increased risk of illness due to foreign matter in the body, the donor's lifespan will be greatly improved after donating the organ.

Decline."

He Ao: "Is there a specific decline figure?"

"Take the heart, an organ that requires long-term and vigorous activity, as an example. It takes about three months to support a cloned heart until it passes through the critical growth period." Roger leaned on the sofa and looked at the increasingly bright sunshine outside the window.

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"According to data from the institute, the direct life loss caused by these three months is about 5-10 years. Most donors lose about 8 years of life. Of course, this does not include complications and their own organs.

In the case of lost injuries, calculating these two factors, the average life expectancy is about 12 years."

And transplanting this cloned heart to the original clone owner can only increase the life span by 2-5 years.

At this moment, He Ao suddenly understood what the 'lifetime replacement efficiency' mentioned in the report meant.

If calculated according to the maximum loss, twelve years is converted into two years, and the loss can exceed 80% at most.

In fact, this is a transaction. The institute requires the poor to cultivate "organs" for them, and the so-called "subsidy" given is actually the purchase money, the purchase money for the life of the poor.

They buy lives from the poor and sell them to the rich.

He Ao clicked on the report on 'Lifetime Replacement Efficiency' and showed it to Roger.

Roger stared at the report with some confusion. Gradually, his eyes narrowed, "This is..."

"Trading life."

He Ao said calmly.

He glanced at the soul-devouring beads in his hand. There was a high probability that there would be such soul-eating beads in the research institute. After the volunteers' lives were exhausted, there was a high probability that their souls would be 'taken away'.

Roger fell into a brief silence. He didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

He intuitively felt that such things should be unreasonable, but he was surprised to find that these things were "reasonable" in a certain sense.

He sighed and sat back on the sofa, "They can't find a job, they have no future, they can't support the burden of life, they can't repay the loan, and they can't raise their children, so they can only sell their lives in exchange for a meager income.

Overcoming the current difficulties, as for the future, it is no longer something they can consider."

During his years as an underground doctor, he has seen a large number of people who had no choice but to take risks and do dangerous things because they could not survive. In fact, what they did was no different from 'selling their lives'.

But none of those things made him feel as uncomfortable as "trading life".

He soon realized the source of his discomfort.

After all, there are only a few people who take risks from the fire, and this kind of "buying and selling lives" can be scaled up and rapidly expanded to the entire federation like industrial products.

If this kind of thing really spreads, countless desperate people will inevitably step into this 'life store' and sell their lives at a cheap price.

The consortium will definitely be like a vampire, purchasing these 'lives' at the lowest price and then selling them at a higher price.

And those who have nothing but high loans have no other options.

Roger, who is used to seeing this kind of operation, can almost expect that in order to purchase the life at the 'lowest price', the consortium will push those who have not yet fallen into despair into despair.

The birth of this 'deal' can plunge countless desperate people into deeper despair.

Roger subconsciously felt that the world should not be like this, but he was suddenly aware of his own powerlessness.

Now that the development of artificial cloned organs is limited, this kind of "commercial project" that can "trade lives" and obtain large profits from it will inevitably be vigorously promoted by consortiums.

The world shouldn't be like this, but he can't change it.

His power cannot fight against a behemoth like Qunxing Pharmaceutical, let alone the consortium alliance that may unite with Qunxing Pharmaceutical.

"Dad, Uncle Roger, we can contact the FBI."

There was a soft voice behind him, and Roger turned around and found Aine standing behind the sofa holding a plate with egg sandwiches.

She didn't know how long she had been standing here, but she seemed to have heard the conversation between Heao and Roger just now.

Roger rubbed his brows, not knowing how to reply to this newly recognized 'little niece'.

He knew exactly what the FBI would do and what it wouldn't.

He Ao raised his head and stared into his daughter's eyes. Those beautiful light brown eyes were shining with a glimmer of light.
Chapter completed!