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Seventy-eight people were killed, 21 were missing, and 127 were seriously injured in the New York Medical Research Association hospital, most of whom were patients who could not afford to escape the fire on their own.

The cause of the fire is widely discussed, but the most common speculation is that the aging power lines in the hospital ignited the bed sheets in the utility room, causing the fire;

The most bizarre version is that several witnesses of the fire claimed to have seen two 'messengers of hell' who would turn cement into magma when they stepped on the ground and ran out of a hospital room on the second floor, igniting a raging fire in the hospital.

In addition, 'conspiracy theories' such as terrorist attacks and 'Karadoran' retaliation after the official declaration of war on them by the United States have also emerged one after another.

Under these circumstances, it took nearly a week to investigate the cause of the fire, and the New York Fire Department Investigation Center, which gave an official conclusion, became the target of public criticism for a while, and was under great pressure.

At noon that day, the sun was shining, and at the original site of the 'New York Medical Research Association Hospital', which had been reduced to ruins, a tall middle-aged black man with a haggard face and still a blazing color in his eyes walked in the rubble for the first time.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a cracked collapsed floor slab, raised a few pieces of earth and stone garbage from the shovel in his hand, squatted on the ground and grabbed a piece of black cement that was cemented together, looked carefully, and muttered in his chapped mouth: "This is really illogical, how can ordinary oxygen combustion smelt cement into magmatic rock." ”

"Winnie. Stop digging your rocks, come and see here, yet another trace of an oxygen valve explosion.

I think based on the current evidence, it should be possible to conclude that the cause of the fire was due to a problem with the oxygen supply system in the hospital, a large area of air leakage, and the computer control system unfortunately lost control, and the excess oxygen was ignited by the aging electrical wiring.

With a bang, a deflagration occurred, and the entire hospital was turned into a sea of fire in a very short time, resulting in heavy casualties. "On the other side of the ruins. An apparently exhausted white man holds a valve that has been burned to iron. Looking at his colleagues, he shouted loudly.

The black man took the black cement block in his hand, stepped on the ruins up and down to his companion, and suddenly threw the black cement block into his arms. Again, Joseph. How do you explain the cement that has become magmatic rock?"

"Deflagration. Winnie, deflagration, oxygen deflagration can produce high temperatures of several thousand degrees in an instant. It is entirely possible to burn cement into magma. ”

"If that kind of deflagration had happened, the hospital would have been reduced to rubble in less than a second, burying everyone. ”

"Maybe it's because the internal structure of this hospital happens to coincide with the direction of the deflagration shockwave, and everything is not destroyed immediately;

Perhaps the scale of the deflagration was kept under control, and it happened to be carried out only in separate wards, one by one, without destroying the overall structure of the building..."

"Joseph, the possibilities you mentioned do exist, but we all know that the odds of that happening are smaller than if Mars were to hit the Earth right now. ”

The white man choked up, and the anger in his heart finally erupted again, and he asked in an irritated and loud voice, "Then what else is possible besides my statement?"

There is not the slightest trace of the explosive combustible material in the ruins of the hospital, do you really think that the 'Karado' did this, or that the 'messengers of hell' who can turn the ground into magma by walking on the concrete floor actually descended here?"

If that's the case, we can immediately refer the investigation to the FBI or the Homeland Security Agency...

"Of course I don't think so, I can't give a reasonable explanation, so we have to continue our investigation. The black man looked at his colleague and said calmly.

Obviously, the two have argued like this more than once, and the other investigators around them have turned a blind eye to the quarrel between the two 'heads', but just around the employees of the investigation center of the New York Fire Department, an uninvited guest who cannot be seen by ordinary people with the naked eye looks intently at the two senior investigation directors in the dispute, and his heart is turned upside down.

After listening for a while, he felt that he had made up his mind, and the uninvited guest turned around and walked quickly, his slender toes jumping lightly on the ground, and after a while, he came to a luxurious Mercedes-Benz SUV on the side of the road, and got into the carriage with his body virtual.

After that, Zhang Lisheng's figure appeared in the car, he hurriedly put on his clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, got into the driver's seat through the gap in the front row, started the SUV, and drove directly to Newport, a suburb of New York.

On the way, the on-board phone of the SUV suddenly rang, and the young man skimmed the control screen and connected the phone.

Immediately, the meticulous voice of the chief legal officer of LS Group sounded in the carriage: "Boss, I have verified through the inside connections of the New York Fire Department, and it is confirmed that Professor Afanie Pigros of Cornell University has been added to the list of missing persons in the fire of the 'New York Medical Research Association Hospital'.

In fact, she was the only missing person in the five wards near Professor Aiffany, and the others had all been confirmed dead, so her name was originally included in the death list, but DNA monitoring of the remains of the corpse showed no evidence that she was dead.

Of course, this is only a matter of technology, and you know that in a disaster like this, those so-called missing people can never be found.

As for your supervisor, Professor Stephen, he is not on the list of casualties or missing because the surveillance footage on the day of the fire was damaged, and he has not been to the hospital for a while. ”

Zhang Lisheng was silent for a while, "I know that Edward, Xie Luxie." ”

"My job is to serve your boss," Edward said with a smile on the phone, "By the way, you are one of the most important protagonists of Senator Hauger's manor banquet on Saturday, and don't forget it." ”

"Isn't there three days left, don't worry, I won't forget. ”

"Well, I won't bother you if I don't have any other orders, and I'll see the boss again. ”

"See you Edward again," the car phone automatically turned off after three seconds as Zhang Lisheng said the word "see you again".

Looking at the bustling crowd on both sides of the road outside the windshield in front of the car, Zhang Lisheng had a strange expression on his face and muttered to himself: "Dear mentor, have you really succeeded?"

He really turned himself into a 'monster' alive and saved Professor Evane's life again!

Stabilizers, stabilizers, as long as you experiment with the effect of the stabilizers you left behind, all this will naturally have an answer..."

Distracting thoughts came all the way in his head, and the young man stepped up the accelerator under his feet, drove the car to Newport, New York, parked in the paid parking lot outside the port, stepped out of the car, and poured into Newport along with the flow of people that seemed congested all the time.

At the berth of the civil aviation steamer leading to the 'Sea Shrimp B1 Island', because he had already had a record of entering and exiting, he successfully bought a ticket with his passport and rode the wind and waves, but he set foot on the land of the 'Otherworldly Realm' island in two or three hours.

Farewell to the full moon, the human gathering place of 'Sea Shrimp B1 Island' has not changed much except for being more prosperous, Zhang Lisheng strode to a cement room with the 'Bald Eagle' flag hanging on the door beam, scanned his face into the bunker, walked around the corridor, and walked to the door of the Stanford laboratory.

The password of the door lock had been changed to the one he used before he left, he opened the door and walked into the laboratory, and couldn't help frowning when he saw the messy scene of breaking into the garbage heap in his eyes, and then came to the instrument that automatically cultivated mice, and pressed a few times on the control computer, which led to countless formula arrangements.

This is a little trick that Stephen and Zhang Lisheng decided to play together after Afanie was attacked, turning the white rat incubator that no one thought would store experimental data into the so-called 'X' folder of the laboratory hard drive.

Seeing the formula data constantly flashing on the four-inch indicator screen, the young man took out a tablet from the special inner pocket of his clothes, and directly cut all the information through Bluetooth.

Connecting these data with the inexplicable text message received on the mobile phone, a complete chemical agent derivation process was suddenly revealed.

Looking at the seemingly scattered but actually logical derivation process on the tablet screen, and the puddle of blood on the ground next to the test bench that had turned black-brown, Zhang Lisheng no longer had a trace of doubt in his heart.

He clearly imagined the scene of Stephen lying on the laboratory table, groping with a scalpel to cut the muscles next to his spine, operating the autoinjector to inject himself with a sufficient amount of 'stabilizer', and then forcefully staggering the spine and stuffing the fragments of 'Jindan' into Bai Shengsheng's spinal cord, and couldn't help but say to himself, "Oh, mentor, you're just crazy..."

As he spoke, Zhang Lisheng walked briskly to the cabinet full of experimental materials and turned out the cylindrical silver metal container containing the fragments of the 'Golden Pill'.

Carefully holding the container and placing it in the groove of the test bench, he tapped it on the fingerprint reader with his hand, and saw the metal container 'snap' open, and a milky white mist appeared.

The mist had cleared, and the silver container had opened like petals, but unfortunately it had become empty inside.

"Hell, the more I think about not having this kind of bad luck happen, the more it will happen..."Zhang Li angrily calculated, three days later, he would go back to New York to attend Senator Hauger's manor banquet, it was really unrealistic to hunt a spirit in such a short time.

In desperation, he could only give up the plan to experiment immediately, and began to seriously study the formula derivation process of the 'stabilizer' left by Stephen, trying to configure the 'stabilizers' at different stages, label them, and then pack them in metal containers and yard them in leather cases.

After making all the stabilizers, before I knew it, more than 20 hours had passed, Zhang Lisheng stretched his waist, found a rag to wipe off the blood stains on the ground with detergent, and notified several familiar orderlies in the base to clean up the laboratory, and returned to New York by boat. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )