Aubrey knew that he was on a platform, and below it was a huge room, windowless, what should have been the basement of a castle, purple fluorescent lights flickering, and the surrounding area was cold and biting, with the smell of animals mixed with fishy smells, mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the basement, there are rows of glass jars in which something wanders; There are also several long stainless steel tables, similar to the operating tables in hospitals, with faucets and shallow pools at one end. It reminded him of Eaton's science labs, though they were much larger.

There was also a cage at one end of the room, and there was a humming sound from inside. He didn't pay attention at first, but now he found that on a table, there was a pig, disemboweled, and the entrails were spread aside.

Aubrey tried to see as clearly as he could, but he was dizzy, as if the house was turning. He grabbed the iron railing next to him to prevent himself from falling. He closed his eyes - just then, something grabbed him from behind. Two big wet and slippery hands covered his face, and he only felt a cold chill on his neck, and that terrible, ** breath was close to his ears......

Then, he collapsed to the ground and passed out.

When Aubrey woke up, his first instinct was cold. He was lying on something hard, and he had a wet tablet on his right temple. The cold air touched his face, filled his lungs, and permeated his back.

Despite being semi-comatose and extremely weak, Aubrey tried to move, but found that he couldn't. He barely opened his eyes, and through the gap in his eyes, he saw that his hands and feet were tied to the long stainless steel table in the Halieb Laboratory.

He felt the world spinning, so he closed his eyes, but a burning pain in his head forced him to open his eyes again.

The lab was dimly lit, and under the purple light overhead, Aubrey felt as if he was isolated from reality. If it weren't for the horrible smell in the room, he would feel like he was in a dream, but he couldn't smell anything in a dream. Suddenly, there was a terrible scream, followed by a snoring roar, not like a human sound, but not a word.

I don't know how long it has been, O'Brie, who hasn't seen anyone else, after regaining some physical strength, began to save himself, there is no way, he still hasn't figured out whether it was a fantasy before, or this is an illusion, but no matter what, freedom is always precious, and essential, for now.

In another section of the same building, out of the darkness came a figure, an ordinary man, with a white complexion, but after the facial lines were revealed, if James was there, he would definitely recognize this person as the person he had come to the City of Archangels on his first day, arrived at Santa Monica Station, was hit and disappeared inexplicably.

Encountering him was the most unlucky start for James, fainting, being framed, and being captured......

The mysterious man curiously stepped into another lab that was different from Aubrey's, but Rael stood firm in the doorway and observed the room. Rael had apparently come with a mysterious man, who was relatively familiar with the place, and the door to his room was the only one in the room, and the shape of the room was different from the deceased's room to the east, the two windows were sealed by a thick, hard iron bar, and the gap between the bars that allowed sunlight to penetrate was less than three inches wide. Between the two windows, there is a simple and plain white iron bed frame, and in the west wall and the wall facing the garden, near the west window, there is a wardrobe. Every piece of furniture was neatly packed, but it was covered with dust.

To the right of the door is an old desk with a roll-up, a small iron filing cabinet in the corner, and a wardrobe on the left. Rael saw that the west wall, which took up half of the wall, was a whole row of shelves with a large pile of bottles and cans. Under the shelves are low cabinets, the wide doors of which are all closed.

To the right of these shelves were two rectangular work tables, large and old, filled with dusty stills, rows of test tubes, alcohol lamps, faucets, and oddly shaped electronic instruments—a mass of chemical equipment that seemed to Rael, to the uninitiated, to be very complete. The two tables were parallel to each other, with a gap in the middle enough for the scientist to work on both tables at the same time with just a slight turn.

On the east wall to the right of the table, directly opposite the shelf, is a large fireplace identical to the deceased's room next door. At the back of the lab, on the east wall, between the bed and the fireplace, there is a small, rough working bench that has been burned by chemical stains. In addition, there are several chairs scattered around, and a three-legged stool with a round surface stands in front of a low cabinet, facing the middle shelf.

Mr. Rael stepped inside, closed the door, and walked through the room. Except for the six-foot-wide untrampled area he had walked on, there were a jumble of footprints; It goes without saying that ever since the mysterious man bumped into James; The lab is often visited. Moreover, from the dust and the absence of even a clear footprint, it is even more obvious that the sneak attacker deliberately wiped every clear footprint with his feet.

"This has obviously been visited more than once," the mysterious man called out involuntarily, "but how did she get in?" ”

He went to the window, grabbed the iron fences and shook them with all his might, but the fences did not move, they were all embedded in the concrete; Rael carefully examines the cement and fences, hoping that a few might be pried open, but it also proves to be in vain; Then he examined the windowsills on both sides of the window, and though wide enough for a nimble man to pass through, he could not see any footprints; The dust on the inner windowsill was apparently untouched.

The mysterious man shook his head. He stepped out of the window and walked towards the fireplace, in front of which there were many rubbed footprints, as elsewhere in the room. He looked at the fireplace pensively, and although it was quite clean, it was quite old. He hesitated, crouched down, bent over, and poked his head into the fireplace. The mysterious man let out a cry of satisfaction and quickly retracted his head.

"What? What's on it? Rael asked.

"It's so stupid, why didn't you think of it beforehand!" The mysterious man shouted, "You know, you can see the chimney when you look up."

See the sky! And there are some old footpegs nailed into the brick walls, probably used to sweep the chimneys and stand on the feet. I'm with you

You bet a dollar, that's ......" His face sank.

"Did our lady enter the lab, sir?" Rael said gently, "Your expression is so honest that you can tell at a glance what you're thinking. You want to say that the female offender we assume came in through the chimney. This is too outrageous, sir, if it is a male accomplice who uses this method, it is still possible. ”

"Women nowadays can do anything that a man can do," said the mysterious man, "and besides, that idea is possible, and maybe there is something unspeakable." He glared at Rael, "Oh my god, then Quinn could be pulled in again!" Vivien may have touched a woman's face, but it was Quinn who hit Mrs. on the head and left those footprints! ”

"That?" The mysterious man said, "Exactly what I thought,

I think we've figured out some directions......"

"A logical possibility. Yes! Sir, is the chimney wide enough for a male adult to climb up from the roof? ”

"You think I—well, you're not lame, Mr. Rael," the mysterious man said in an unfriendly tone.

"Sir, I trust your opinion."

"Of course, of course it's wide enough! I can climb in, and my shoulders aren't what you call skinny. ”

Rael nodded, and strolled over to the west wall to check the ledge. There are five layers of shelves, each of which is shelf

The son is divided into three sections, so that there are fifteen sections in total.

It's not just this that shows the neatness of the lab owner. And all the bottles and cans on the shelves are the same size, all the bottles are the same width as the cans, and all the bottles and cans are labeled in duplicate. All labels have the names of the contents of the bottles neatly written in indelible ink, many with a red piece of paper stating that they are toxic, and each label includes a chemical symbol in addition to the name of the chemical, and a number.

"This man is well organized." Rael said.

"Yes," said the mysterious man, "but it means nothing to us. Rael shrugged, "Maybe not." He looked at the shelves and it was clear that all the bottles and cans were arranged strictly by number, with bottle L in the leftmost corner of the top layer, bottle 2 next to bottle 1, jar 3 immediately following bottle 2, and so on. There are no gaps between the full bottles and cans on the shelves; Apparently in front of them is a complete set of chemicals. There are twenty bottles and jars in each section, so there are as many as 300 kinds of them all.

"Ah," Rael said. "There's something interesting here." He pointed to a bottle near the center of the first section on the top floor. It reads:

No. B9, C23H26O4N2 (strychnine) is toxic and has a red swab of poison. The bottle was white crystalline flakes, and it was only half full. However, it seems that it is not the bottle itself that intrigues Rael, but the dust from the bottom frame of the bottle. The dust had been disturbed, and it was almost certain that the vial of strychnine had been taken off the shelf not long ago.

"Did the people over there use strychnine some time ago?" Rael asked.

"That's right," said the mysterious man, "I told you that after that poisoning a few months ago, we investigated, and that's when we found strychnine. ”

"Then the bottle was in the exact same position we see now?"

"Yes."

"The dust on the shelf where the bottle was located at that time was touched as it is now?"

The mysterious man leaned forward, looked at the dust on the shelf, and frowned, "Yes, just like that." Not then

It was dusty, but it was also dusty enough for me to remember, and after reading it, I was careful to put the bottle back and when I found it

Exactly the same location. ”

Rael turned back to look at the shelf. His eyes fell on counting down the second layer from above. On the edge of the shelf underneath the No. 75 bottle, there is a strange oval mark, like a dirty or dirty finger print. The label of this bottle reads: Number 75

HNO3 (nitric acid) toxic bottles contain a colorless liquid.