He glanced at Sadam Vinson out of the corner of his eye, his tone heavy and slow: "The large truck’s brakes failed and crashed into the roadside shop. The driver died on the spot."
Died?
Sadam’s face changed slightly, he sprang up and cursed: "Fuck!"
With the guy dead, it’s like the line has been cut, dead with no proof.
The other party’s move was ruthless!
Clearly not giving us a chance to investigate further!
After cursing, Sadam turned back, a spark of defiance igniting in his eyes: "Amadeus, what do you plan to do?"
"Investigate!"
Amadeus Yancey crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, stood up, and brushed the cigarette ash off his clothes.
One word—bloody and decisive.
After he finished speaking, he didn’t bother with Sadam, and headed towards the room: "I’m going to take a shower."
"It’s still morning, Amadeus, you’re showering at this hour?" Sadam was stunned for a mont, then imdiately looked down and saw the extinguished cigarette butt on the tea table, and instantly understood.
Nathalie is coming back later. Amadeus doesn’t want to have the sll of smoke on him, so he’s up early for a shower.
Sadam got an unexpected mouthful of dog food, tears welling up silently in his eyes.
So why did he even ask?
Sadam raised his hand and slapped his own foul mouth, clicking his tongue, cursing his own blabbermouth!
He sulked for a bit, but didn’t delay further. He hurried to contact his buddies to see if they could dig up so clues...
*
Inside the level 8 laboratory.
Nathalie Quinlan had already started managing so small experints on her own.
Today, Orson Saban needed to tackle a semiconductor challenge, entrusting part of the chemical reactor data collection to Harvey Cadorette.
Harvey had Nathalie handle the simpler part, while he dealt with the higher difficulty, more complex data collection.
Gathering experintal data requires a lot of backup from experints, it’s not a simple task.
The part Nathalie was responsible for seed simple, but actually required a lot of effort and ti to execute.
She was conducting a tungsten molecule synthesis experint.
Ever since she set foot in the laboratory, she had been revolving around this experint, during which Agnes Baker and Williansen Barness helped her with so preliminary preparations.
Nathalie went to get the last reagent needed for the reaction—potassium permanganate—by herself.
The intense experint took her nearly four hours. Fortunately, the entire experint proceeded smoothly and it only needed the final fusion with the potassium permanganate reagent before she could wait to record the final experintal data.
Nathalie got the potassium permanganate from the laboratory herself. As soon as she dripped a drop with the test tube, she realized sothing was wrong.
In terms of the chemical reaction results, a drop of potassium permanganate reagent should have quickly discolored the rare tal in the glass test tube.
However, she quietly waited for over ten seconds, and instead of the intended reaction, the rare tal in the glass test tube began to oxidize and turn black.
Nathalie almost imdiately realized what had happened.
She quickly opened the potassium permanganate reagent bottle, waved her hand at the bottle opening, and caught a whiff of a rotten egg sll.
That’s the sll of titanium sulfate!
Nathalie’s usually cold face looked stern as she held the reagent bottle and walked out of the laboratory to ask the people outside the level 8 laboratory.
"Who did it?"
The level 8 laboratory is divided into inner and outer labs. The inner one was mainly used by Orson, while the outer one was used by other people in the level 8 laboratory.
Recently, Orson was working on the semiconductor project with Nathalie and Harvey, so Nathalie used the inner lab for her experints in the morning.
She suddenly ca out from the inside, still holding a bottle of potassium permanganate, exuding an aura of irrepressible hostility, cold and arrogant, drawing everyone’s attention to her.
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