Smack!

The lead of the pencil suddenly broke, and the graphite powder instantly contaminated the entire scratch paper, and Professor Beddoley's heart also popped with the broken nib, and it felt like it was about to jump out......

He put down his pencil and gently blew away the black scraps, rolled up the improved hazmat suit drawings and put them in an envelope, handing them to his assistant behind him.

"Send the letter back to Brittus as quickly as possible, and hopefully it will come in handy in the next batch of protective suits. ”

The assistant nodded, put the wax-sealed letter in his arms, and was about to walk out of the room......

"What time is it, is it time for Cliff to come back?"

"It's half past eight in the morning, and Mr. Cliff has been in the mine for three hours, but there is no word yet that they have seen their car drive out of the mine's big iron gate. ”

The assistant looked at his pocket watch and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Professor Bedoli, Sir Charles is back, and you have been revising the drawings just now, and he has not let me disturb your work. ”

"Got it, I'll go over now. ”

Standing up and moving, Professor Bedley followed his assistant out of the room, and the abundant sunlight shone on his body, bringing warmth to people.

However, the rising temperatures made the professor even more worried, and the reason they chose to sneak into the mine at dawn was also due to the effects of daytime temperatures.

Seeing his assistant leave with the steam car, Professor Bedoli sighed in the direction of the mine and went to Brigadier Charles' command room.

Suddenly, a soldier quickly ran past him, still holding a telescope in his hand, and ran into the makeshift command room calmly and excitedly.

"Report!"

"Brigadier General Charles, they're out!"

"Very good, let's go out and pick it up!"

Chief Charles instantly put down the pen in his hand, swished up from his chair, and stepped out of his slender thighs, even walking faster than Professor Beddo's trot.

As Professor Bedley arrived panting at the pre-designated meeting point, the soldiers in tin buckets were laboriously taking off their protective suits with the help of others.

There was still moisture on the suits that had not yet evaporated, which was the first thing they did after escaping the mine, washing each other's blood with the limited amount of water from the steam wagon.

The assistants who helped the soldiers take off their protective suits also wore rubber gloves and masks, and quickly threw the protective suits into the deep pit dug and buried them with earth.

There was some confusion at the scene, everyone was doing what they had to do, and only Professor Beddoli seemed to notice that only one steam wagon had returned.

And people in protective suits......

"One, two, three......"

Professor Bedoli believed in his mathematical abilities, and only six of them returned!

And Williams Cliff ......

As he had a hunch, he was not among the returners!

Professor Bedoli should have been glad.

Because Williams had a contract with the Royal Norman Academy of Natural Sciences that took away a lot of benefits, if he died in the mines and no one else knew about the contract, the institute could privately invalidate the contract.

Only hired attorneys would help find heirs to Williams' estate to share the benefits.

However, Professor Beddory's mind felt unsteady without warning, and there were three people sent by the Institute to solve the mutation crisis, Cliff entered the mine and did not return, and the assistant also went to Jikrancy.

Now he is the only one who can be relied on in this temporary transit station!

Could it be that someone is targeting the Institute?

Bedoli had this thought for some reason, but since he arrived at the transit station, he did feel that everything was going a little strangely, yes......

Was it a picture of Brittus that was suddenly sent back?

Was a scientist specially assigned to accompany him into the mine?

Or is it this sudden outbreak, a mutation that everyone expected......

"Help them to go to the shade of the trees first, and pay attention to their muscles!"

"Give them saline to drink, the soldiers need to replenish water and salt quickly!"

The accompanying military doctor methodically instructed the male nurse to nurse the soldiers who had finally been freed from their protective suits, and Charles led the team to the soldiers.

"What happened to you inside, and what about the others?"

Professor Bedley followed, pricking up his ears to hear what they were squeezing out of his throat, and the old man, who was nearly sixty years old, was very cautious, for he had not yet lived enough.

“...... When we reached our second destination, we were suddenly attacked by mutants, who appeared so suddenly that we were not well prepared. ”

"As we were left behind and infiltrated in three groups, we experienced a big battle in the Miners' Square, and in the chaos we lost a partner who was far away from the steam wagon, so his suit was torn by the mutants. ”

"The soldiers who entered the complex to explore and take pictures immediately withdrew after hearing the sound, and another soldier's oxygen tube was pulled out of the van by the mutant with an oxygen tank......"

"Finally we drove away from the miners' quarters, which were so dangerous that the mutants hid for a surprise attack, and as the van sped away, I saw the soldiers who had just been torn apart by the monster ......"

"It's twitching too!"

The leader of the soldier group who stayed behind with Bill explained in a hoarse voice, a look of fear on his face as he spoke.

Everyone knows that being attacked by mutants can be contagious, but hearing his panicked voice, everyone still felt the hairs on their bodies stand on end.

"When we got rid of all the mutants and got to the parking lot, there were only a few of them, so we quickly headed to the mine. ”

"This time, we drove directly to the mine where the coal core was mined, and because the biological research institute of the research institute was underground, we went into the mine with the guide police. ”

"After that, we found that there were so many mutants in the mine that there was no way for a few of us to continue the inspection, and we were also under heavy attack, and it was at this time that the guide police were attacked. ”

"We then drove straight out of the mine, because the oxygen consumption in the cylinder was shorter than Professor Bedoli's prediction......"

"The specific situation is more intuitive to look at the photos, and we have tried our best to ......"

The leader of the group finally recounted the whole process of their infiltration into the Sivar mine in fits and starts, and then drank a large pot of saline and made a refreshing sound.

"What about Williams Cliff, was he with you at the time?"

Professor Bedoli asked suddenly, even if he shouldn't have asked before Charles allowed him to ask at this moment, but the anxiety in his heart made his mouth quicken.

The group leader's face suddenly became very strange, and Charles could also see his abnormality, not only the team leader who answered the question, but also the other soldiers had a strange expression.

Motioning for his entourage to fetch the camera and send it back to Gitch Roncy, Charles continued to ask him what had happened.

"There was no mention of Mr. Cliff in the whole experience you just mentioned, where did he go?"

"Mr. Cliff...... No, I don't know......"

"I don't know what it means?"

“......”

The group leader stopped talking, and Charles's eyes circled, and when he saw the doctors, nurses, and police officers around him, he seemed to realize something.

"Rest for a while, since you haven't seen Mr. Cliff attacked, he may still be alive in the mines, and we'll send someone to pick him up in the mines. ”

Professor Bedoli wanted to continue asking him, but was stopped by Charles's gaze, so he had to give up for the time being......

When it gets dark, the soldiers who went to the assistant institute and the soldiers who sent the film back to the city all return to the temporary transit station.

Seeing the assistant who had returned safely, Professor Bedoli was finally comforted, but the soldier's desire to stop talking still upset him.

And Charles finally sent for him, as if to talk to him about Mr. Cliff.

Arriving at the rest room, which was guarded by many soldiers, Professor Bedoli straightened his clothes to make himself look more dignified and scholarly.

The door creaked open, and the dim light filled the makeshift lounge, adding a dull twist to the tense atmosphere.

"Professor, you're here. ”

"Sir Charles, you've finally found me. ”

Professor Bedoli nodded to Charles, who was standing next to the wrought-iron spring bed, where the group leader was sitting leaning back, obviously wearing a protective suit and having done so many things, the exertion of physical strength could not be recovered in a day.

He saw that Charles still had a stack of photos in his hand, which should have been the situation of the mining area that had just been washed out.

"Close the door and come in, I have something very important to discuss with you. ”

"Is it about Cliff, he's from our institute, and I think I have a right to know everything that happened to him in the Sivar mines. ”

"Of course, I'm just going to talk to you about Williams Cliff. ”

As he spoke, Brigadier General Charles took out a black-and-white photograph from the pocket of his military uniform and handed it to Professor Bedley, the only black-and-white photograph of Bill taken by the soldiers.

The photograph is a little blurry, and you can vaguely see that it was taken on a playground, and the man in the heavy tin bucket is pulling the rubber tube connected to the oxygen cylinder by himself, and there are mutants that have been smashed to the ground......

In order to distinguish between individuals and facilitate communication, each suit was marked with an initials, and since the photographs were blurry and static, the professor had no way of knowing why Cliff was pulling his pipe.

"Why did he do this, could it be that there was something wrong with Cliff's oxygen tank?"

Professor Bedoli's face was full of doubts, he was sure that he had carefully inspected the oxygen tank when it was sent out of the institute, and although the gas inside tasted slightly worse, he had become accustomed to it after a long time.

This kind of experience is probably like staying in the hut for a long time and not smelling the smell, or it may be that others can smell your feet, but you can't.

The group leader began to speak at Charles's behest, his voice no longer so hoarse, and he quickly said what he could not say in public.

"We don't know why Mr. Cliff did this suddenly, there was a mutant attack at the time, so we were busy dealing with the ugly stuff. ”

"Everything happened in a chaotic way, and when everyone drove away from the miners' playground, we clearly saw that there were only two people on the ground, so we didn't think much about it at the time, thinking that the rest of the people were already in the car......"

The volume gradually decreased, and the leader of the soldier group finally bowed his head in shame, he failed to fulfill the brigadier general's instructions to him, leaving behind the scientists who might solve the mutation troubles.

Moreover, the photograph of Cliff pulling the oxygen tank was discovered after all the pictures had been washed, and the group leader again stated that he had no idea why Mr. Cliff was pulling out his own rubber tubing.

"Professor Beddoley, do you have any thoughts on this photograph and why would Mr. Cliff suddenly act in such a suicidal manner?"

Charles folded his hands around his shoulders and his fingers tapped on his arms, preoccupied.

The professor examined the photograph again, and through the still black and white photograph he could see that Cliff was pulling out the rubber tube very hard, as if he was unwilling to inhale the gas in the oxygen cylinder for half a second.

"Could it be that the oxygen in the oxygen cylinder has run out, and Cliff is going to replace it with a new one, or is there a problem with the gas in his oxygen cylinder, is the ratio wrong......?"

"Where the oxygen cylinder connected to Cliff is, I'll have to check it myself to find out. ”

When it came to the professional knowledge, Professor Bedoli finally showed the momentum he deserved, but the head of the group leader was lowered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Professor, Mr. Cliff's oxygen tank is in another van and we couldn't get it out with us......"

Professor Beddory was stunned for a moment and sighed.

"Did you inspect these oxygen tanks before they were shipped from the institute to the freighter?"

"The study has examined every oxygen tank in great detail, I swear it!"

In the face of Charles's questioning, Professor Bedley raised three fingers to the lamp and swore that he would answer firmly, regardless of whether the institute had checked it properly or not.

And he remembered that he seemed to have ordered his assistant to check, but he didn't know if his subordinates had followed the command, after all, everything happened suddenly and everything was chaotic......

"Since you say so, will the oxygen tank be damaged on the way from the research institute here, since it is filled with gas, if there is a knock, it will leak, right?"

"It's absolutely impossible, in order to compress the gas in the tank, we need materials that can withstand enough pressure, and we haven't even experienced violent bumps in the sea and on the road, the oxygen tank will definitely not leak!"

Professor Bedley raised his hand again and swore at David's lamp, but secretly prayed in his heart that the lamp, invented by his old friend David, would not suddenly go out.

The flames flickered and weakened, but fortunately they did not disappear.

With the professor's successive vows, the atmosphere in the lounge was a little awkward, and Brigadier Charles peeked at the flames and quickly turned his gaze back to Bedoli.

"Dear Professor, if you can really guarantee that neither of those two scenarios will ever happen, then we have to consider a third scenario. ”

"Someone manipulated the oxygen tanks that the soldiers were able to breathe on. ”

"Who do you think did it?"