Chapter Ninety-One: A Hypothesis

In the conference room of the complex building, the atmosphere is as heavy as the silt at the bottom of a lake. The eleven representatives of the management committee, like eleven statues, fell crookedly in the mud.

Luo Ling turned a ballpoint pen in her hand, and through the transparent pen body, you could vaguely see that there was not much black ink left, as if telling a fact over and over again that the world was getting farther and farther away from them.

"We can't help it!" The only person in the room who was talking was Qiu Wenhan, the leader of the science and technology team, who had not seen him for a few days, Luo Ling found that his hair was like a white ground after a burned, only a few strands were left, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be ploughed again, and the ravines became deeper and heavier, "This is not a matter of rebuilding the technology and industrial system, but creating a new one! Start from every formula, every theorem, step by step from the ditch at the bottom of the mountain to climb up, can this be fast?"

"But the blast furnace is almost finished, so you told me that there is a problem with the basic theory of steelmaking?" Meng Guoqiang, the head of the industrial team, asked in a loud voice.

"We are still making rapid progress, and the problem of oxygen blowing has been solved, just a little bit on desulfurization. Qiu Wenhan stretched out his little finger, pinched the top section and said, "Let me tell you, this is science, sometimes a little less luck takes more time." ”

"Hmph, as far as the little progress you made earlier, isn't it the experience provided by our team Farrell?"

"Okay, Lao Meng, you also know the difficulties of the science and technology team, these days and nights of overtime, everyone is watching. Guo Qian said roundly.

"Headmaster, I'm not talking about them, they were the ones who patted their chests and packed the tickets at the beginning, and now they are the ones who drop the chain. If I said no, I wouldn't build two more brick kilns, glass workshops or something?"

"Lao Meng is anxious, and he has a reason. Chu Ying, the head of the business team, said, "Most of the products we maintain trade with now are raw materials and primary processed products. The inventory brought from the earth has been sold for almost as much as it can be sold. We have to make more fist products as soon as possible, and just some colorful glass bottles and jars and a few pieces of soap made from plant ash will not work. ”

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Qiu Wenhan gritted his teeth and slapped it on the table, "Half a month, in another half a month, I will definitely show you the first pot of molten steel!"

"Lao Qiu, don't get excited, everyone doesn't mean anything else, it's all for business. Alas, I think we're a little bit unlucky. Bai Yicheng hurriedly said.

"We've had a lot of luck. It's a miracle that the rules of the microscopic realm have changed, and that our bodies, the houses around us, have not completely collapsed the moment we come into this world!" Qiu Wenhan said.

"Teacher Qiu, what does this mean?" Luo Ling suddenly asked.

Qiu Wenhan glanced at Luo Ling with some confusion, as if it was a little strange that she would not understand what she meant, but he immediately reacted that this was to give him a chance to explain to everyone, and he said: "What makes up our body are all kinds of chemical compounds, and our bodies are undergoing chemical reactions all the time. If the nature of this world is different from ours, why can we stand here instead of scattering into a puddle of flesh or exploding into a ball of fire? These are the questions that have been tormenting the members of our tech team, and you know how many gray hairs we've made these days?!"

"Teacher Qiu, you take a breath and speak slowly. Luo Ling said softly, "Do you have any guesses about this phenomenon?"

Qiu Wenhan took a few breaths and said, "We have a young man here, Mao Kai, who has put forward a speculation, he thinks that there is a particle in this world that will interfere with the progress of all chemical reactions, but this interference is gradual and slow. It takes a long time for matter from our world to be gradually assimilated by this particle. This explains the problem of our bodies, and why we can't even match black powder, but the bullets we bring can still be used here. ”

"So, he thinks that after a period of time, there will be problems with the propellant of our existing bullets?" Luo Ling keenly discovered the key to the problem.

"This ...... This is just speculation. Qiu Wenhan said.

"It's probably not speculation. Wang Jiyuan, who has not participated in the discussion, said, "According to the statistics of our escort battalion, there have been several cases of duds in the past two weeks. ”

Most of the people present had a great change in their expressions. Weapons from the modern age are the foundation of their lives, and now that this layer of reliance is no longer reliable, which is shockingly bad news for all......

After the meeting, everyone walked out of the conference room, and their faces were a little more sad. Luo Ling walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Zhou Xiaoren, the head of the intelligence team who bowed his head and left, stopped sideways in front of him, and whispered, "Team leader Zhou, do you have time now?"

Zhou Xiaoren raised his eyebrows, glanced at Luo Ling, nodded slightly, and then followed Luo Ling into an office on the same floor.

Luo Ling waited for Zhou Xiaoren to enter the room and locked the door from the inside.

Zhou Xiaoren sat on a desk, and Luo Ling stood opposite him, his hands clasped in front of his chest, waiting for the other party to speak.

Zhou Xiaoren touched his chin, thought for a while and said, "What you told me, I started to investigate." There is no definite result, most of it is something that catches the wind. ”

"There is an undercurrent in the resettlement camps, that's for sure, as evidenced by both Crete and those religious lunatics. And then there's Hawke and Lorenzo, who must have something secretly up to them. Luo Ling said.

"My men have made a lot of efforts to keep an eye on Hawke and Lorenzo, but they have found that they are just sociable and disgruntled. Hawke is a ruined aristocrat with little ability, and he only knows how to talk about it every day. Lorenzo knows a little trick of magic, and my people have even tried it themselves, not much better than magic, just for fun. They're in tandem with some people who want to protest the treatment, but so what? That little kid of yours, I'm afraid he's thinking too much. ”

"Crete is no longer a child, I think he knows what he's up against. "And how do you explain the mark that Lorenzo drew on him? Morey thinks it's a spy formation." ”

"This doesn't mean that there is a big conspiracy behind it, we are keeping an eye on it, and these people can't afford to make waves. Zhou Xiaoren stroked his sparse forehead, shook his head, and said, "What strength do they have? We have magicians and vindictive masters, and they are just ordinary people." Lao Wang's team used the same set of the People's Liberation Army, and they couldn't even queue up to report the number, right? Weapons? They took hoes, and we used rifles. If you really want to make trouble, aren't they sent to death?"

"Team Leader Zhou, the problem is that the enemy is dark and I am clear. We don't yet know what these people are for! It's not just a head-on conflict that threatens us. Luo Ling retorted.

"Even if these people want to fight for something, all they want is a salary increase and more rest, right? Could it be that they still want to occupy the magpie's nest?"

Luo Ling unconsciously lowered her arms and put her hands on her waist, "Team Leader Zhou, there are more than 4,000 people in the camp. Even if only a tenth of these people are agitated, it's going to be a picture you don't want to see. What's more, it's likely that someone from outside will pick them up. The fact that these people would spy Cretan's attention to spy on intelligence suggests that the school itself is also their target. ”

Zhou Xiaoren sighed and said, "Xiao Luo, if you are really not at ease, then drive out Hawke, Lorenzo, and the little boy named Crete, or lock them up, if it is inconvenient for you to make a move, I will do it for you." ”

Luo Ling shook her head very resolutely and said: "These people are not the key to the problem, the current situation is that there is a bomb planted in the school, if it doesn't explode today, it will explode tomorrow, we must find this bomb and completely dismantle it!"

After half a ring, the two walked out of the office and parted ways. Zhou Xiaoren walked down the stairs leisurely, Luo Ling did not leave directly, but stood at the end of the corridor, holding the windowsill with both hands, overlooking the school from a high place.

At this time, the campus is completely different from the world that has just arrived.

Heightened and thickened walls, watchtowers everywhere, newly built improvised houses, and all kinds of smoking workshop stoves. It's a sense of chaos, but it's also full of life. Every time Luo Ling watched these changes happen, she felt a sense of steadiness in her heart.

But it would be naΓ―ve to think that all of this is going to happen and to be here to stay.

Before she knew it, she suddenly noticed that the world outside the window had become blurred, and only then did she realize that half a centimeter of thin ice had accumulated on the window frame and glass. This is the overflow of spiritual power, and it is also the projection of the anger in her heart in this world.

Looking through the ice that was still stretching, the campus became fragmented, as if to foreshadow a bad ending. Luo Ling hated this association, she waved her hand, and the crystal ice cube receded like a tide, and the windowsill returned to its original appearance.

She coughed a few times and felt a bloody breath oozing from her throat. At this time, the glass window made a "click" sound, and a piece of glass in the lower left corner of the window could not withstand the rapid temperature change and cracked......

Luo Ling sighed with her fingertips as she gently flicked the gap that split the campus in half.

The meeting just now can be regarded as an unhappy part, whether it is her request to strengthen surveillance or the request to form an action team, the other party simply agreed. But when it comes to the details, there are all kinds of packing tickets and shirks, although she has fully expressed her dissatisfaction, but the other party is still like a piece of kraft candy, so that she has nowhere to focus.

She recalled Zhou Xiaoren's performance, recalled the subtle expressions on his face and the tone of his voice, and still couldn't tell whether he was too incompetent or arrogant, or if he had some other purpose. But whatever the reason, he obviously underestimated the people of this world, and underestimated the possible threats.

Arrogant people don't necessarily end badly, but you must first have arrogant capital.

"As soon as you crawled out of the realm of the lost dog, are you already arrogant to this extent?" Luo Ling tapped her fingers on the glass a few times, muttering to herself.