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After that accident, I recuperated with a heavy heart for two months. The two academicians also returned to Japan during that time. Suddenly, they even formed a small group and said many comforting words to me, even though I wasn't very close to them.
Fat Academician: Sigh, that incident was something no one wanted to see. I hope you can move past the shadow of it soon.
Thin Academician: Yes, it wasn't your fault. You should focus your energy on your research.
Me: Thank you, I will.
Fat Academician: Good luck, how's the weather over there?
Me: Pretty good.
Thin Academic: By the way, what’s your name again? I believe you will achieve great things in the future.
I thought to myself, "After such a long time, I don't even know your name," and replied, "6."
Fat Academician: "6, do you have any free time recently?"
Me: What’s going on?
Fat Academician: Could you send us a few boxes of river snail rice noodles?
Me: ...
After all that, it turns out that was the purpose. I cursed inwardly and was ready to throw away my phone and continue sleeping, but at that moment, a message from a colleague popped up on my phone. He had forwarded a strange news report.
The news mentioned a village in the mountains where all the dogs can live into their thirties without showing any signs of aging.
I instinctively thought of the professor's previous encounter with a sea turtle while diving, wondering if the dogs in that village might also have some factors contributing to their extended lifespan.
To confirm the authenticity of this news, I hurriedly got up, dressed, and drove to the village in the mountains.
The village in the mountains is very remote, and the road is extremely muddy. I could only park my car in the town in the evening and stayed overnight. The next day, I hired a motorcycle to take me there.
The surrounding mountains and forests were lush. After an hour of bumpy motorcycle ride along the mountain road, my stomach churned, and I couldn't help but vomit on the back of the driver. He was wearing a thick jacket and, after twisting his neck, muttered to himself, "It's not even hot today, yet why do I feel like I've sweated so much on my back..."
When we arrived at the village, feeling guilty, I gave the driver an extra hundred yuan. He beamed and said, "Young man, you're really handsome; you look like Eddie Peng!"
I looked at the dried vomit on his back, chuckled, and told him to drive back slowly and be careful on the road.
He sighed and said, "You still worry about this? I've been driving this road for over ten years. I could drive back with my eyes closed."
He turned the car around, stepped on the gas, and roared away. As he was speeding around a bend in the mountain, he and the car tumbled into a ravine...
I walked into this village in the mountains and found the village chief. I told him I was a travel journalist and wanted to gather local news.
The village chief is an old man with a white beard, hunched over, leaning on a cane, constantly chuckling and welcoming me, asking me to promote them well.
I asked the village chief, "I heard that the dogs here can live to over thirty years old, is that true?"
The village chief still smiled and said, "That's true. The people here are talented and the land is fertile, so living a long life is normal."
I nodded and said that this could be used for publicity. I then found an excuse to ask the village chief to help catch two rumored big yellow dogs, one in their twenties and the other in their thirties, and had the villagers help take them to the town hospital for examination.
I revealed my identity as a researcher at the hospital and had the doctor check the bone age of the dogs. It turned out that these two dogs were indeed already in their twenties or thirties.
At that moment, I felt a surge of excitement in my heart, realizing that it was time to make amends. So, I sent the two dogs back overnight.
That evening, I stayed directly at the village chief's house and started to install cameras on the heads of two big yellow dogs.
The village chief coughed a few times, came over with an old face, and asked in confusion, "Reporter, what are you doing putting cameras on their heads?"
I said, "Think about it, if we use human vision to take photos and gather inspiration, the results will surely be ordinary, because that's how all places are promoted. But if we look at the village from a dog's perspective, wouldn't that be more attractive and make people want to click and see?"
The village chief stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly, "Brilliant, brilliant! Teacher Journalist, your idea of using a dog's perspective is truly brilliant!"
I continued to deal with the village chief for a few words, then hurried back to the room, turned on the computer, and eagerly watched what these two big yellow dogs were doing in their daily lives.
At first, both dogs were just hanging around the owner's house with nothing unusual happening. Then they both fell asleep, and after watching for a while, I couldn't help but doze off as well. The next day when I woke up, it was already bright outside. I quickly turned on the computer and played back the footage. I saw that in the early morning around six o'clock, these two dogs, along with a group of other dogs, entered a cave. They began gnawing on a type of moss-like substance growing on the rocky walls of the mountain.
I stared intently at the constantly shifting image, realizing that this might be the reason for the extended lifespan of the dogs here.
Closing my laptop, I got up and quickly washed up. Following the path of the camera, I found the cave, collected the unknown moss, sealed it for preservation, and prepared to take it back to the research institute.
When I was packing up my equipment and luggage to leave the village, the village chief stopped me and asked me to take a photo of him at the village entrance to be put on the front page of the newspaper.
I could only smile helplessly, picked up my camera and took a picture of the old man. He threw away his cane, made a peace sign, gave a standard smile, but only one tooth was left in his mouth.
After finishing filming, I found a motorcycle to take me out of the town. But just as we drove away for not even two minutes, the village elder chased after us, panting and shouting anxiously that something important had been forgotten! I asked the motorcycle driver to stop, and as I got off the bike, I asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Village Chief?"
The old man gasped for a long time, almost unable to stand up straight: "Um... um, Miss Reporter, have you given me the beautification?"
8
The mossy herb I brought back was experimented on by the professor for over a month. We found that the components contained in this plant have greater anti-aging effects compared to those of underwater plants. For now, we'll name this herbal component "101 Caffeine."
The professor incredulously said, "It's too dramatic; those two Japanese are even worse than two dogs."
Moreover, what was even more surprising was that the 101 caffeine found in this type of moss had a progressive effect. In other words, the professor discovered that the underwater vine plants did not have a longer lifespan just because they ate more. However, the moss I found was different; the more it consumed, the longer its lifespan could be extended to a certain extent, and the aging of its bodily functions could also be delayed.
I was thinking, the elixir of immortality that Qin Shi Huang was always seeking and the legend of refining immortal pills seem to have some basis. If we extract and concentrate the 101Caffeine inside, and then combine it with the essential nutrients needed for bodily functions, the immortality pill from thousands of years ago might actually be achievable.
My heart was filled with joy. Later, in the experiment with the professor, it was also proven that my idea was correct. It is indeed possible to control the average lifespan of humans to a reasonable age by controlling the composition ratio of 101Caffeine.
The professor immediately reported the research results, and soon after, a call came from above: "Professor He, I was right about you. Hurry up and prepare a pill, then fully engage in mass production! Our development speed cannot be slow!"
The professor thought for a moment and said, "So, how long do you think humans should live?"
The person on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and replied, "With the current low birth rate, let's start with 150 years. If it works well, then we can consider implementing a retirement age of 120 years..."
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