For the first meeting of the preparatory committee, many media outlets broadcast it live to inspire public confidence.

A lot of people were watching the live stream intently, but suddenly the sound was gone, and then several committee members showed surprised expressions, and then the image was gone.

Many people think that the signal is not good, and some people kicked the TV twice, but the screen is still black.

Immediately afterwards, the media hurriedly switched to other programs, before making such a decision, they had already worked hard, and there was no signal on their side, so it was always okay to borrow others. But once I got in touch, I learned that all the media images were lost.

This makes people rush to a very strange situation, one camera is broken, it is understandable, dozens of them, it is impossible to break them all, and they are broken at the same time.

It doesn't matter if the machine breaks, as long as you can connect people and have a little sound.

But they were disappointed again, and no one answered the phone.

In the corridor outside, a guy was smoking, he threw a small half of the cigarette butt in the trash, and said to himself: "The meeting should be almost open, I am also very sad and sad that the toilet was bombed, but there is no need to cancel my vacation because of this, this is a year-long vacation, it is too much." ”

This goods was dragged back from vacation, and it was because of the mood in his heart that he secretly ran out to smoke, how did he know that it was the cigarette just now that saved his life.

He gently pushed the door open, the silence inside made him feel that something was wrong, and when he looked in, all the reporters and videographers were lying on the floor, and the committee members were lying on the table.

"What's the matter, Miss Masako, what's wrong with you, cheer up!" He first picked up the female reporter who came with him, but the other party did not cooperate at all, and he worked hard for a long time without success, only to find that the reporter had no breath.

Startled, he quickly reached under the nose of the other person, again not breathing.

Everyone was dead, and he felt a vibration in the pocket of his phone, and everyone was ordered to turn off the ringer before entering the conference room.

As he pulled out his phone, he noticed that everyone's pockets were vibrating.

He picked it up, and before the other could speak, he cried out, "All are dead, all are dead......

Woo woo woo ......

The police quickly arrived at the scene, and the criminal investigators and forensic doctors investigated the scene at the same time, which added another layer of shadow to the already cloudy hearts of the people of the Sun Country.

The medical examiner quickly concluded: "These people have been infected with a neurotoxin that can cause people to die in fifteen seconds without any pain." ”

The policeman asked, "What about the transmission route?"

"Air!" said the medical examiner, "toxins can spread rapidly through the air, and even a very confined room will disappear without a trace in three minutes." You must know that it kills people, it only takes fifteen seconds, and once inhaled, there is no cure. ”

The policeman was frantic and shouted, "This toxin should be listed as banned, and there is a country on Shijie that can produce it?"

The forensic doctor blushed and whispered: "It was already listed as banned ten years ago, this toxin was developed by our Sun Country, and later the Americans also mastered it, except for these two countries, no one can make it." ”

There is another point he didn't say, that is, after the people of the Sun Country mastered the manufacture of jishu, they tried their best to conceal it, until it was discovered by the Americans several years later, so they had to take the initiative to include it in the ban, as for whether it was plagiarized by others during this time, no one knows.

The policeman's eyes widened: "What are you talking about? Only we and the Americans have mastered this jishu, is it the Americans?"

The medical examiner shook his head and said, "It's up to you to investigate." ”

The police were directly dumbfounded, if this news was leaked again, the Sun Country would be really embarrassed in front of the Shijie people.

The previous crash in the East China Sea and the fruitless salvage, the sinking of military ships one after another, coupled with the later incident of armed merchant ships, and the bombing of the shrine toilet, in fact, their faces have long been lost, and it doesn't matter if they lose a little.

In the end, the police, the military, and the government chose to keep silent, explaining that a room full of people had been poisoned and died, and no clear answer was given as to what kind of poison they were in.

Some people who study metaphysics immediately jumped out, saying that this was a curse from heaven, and the bombing of the divine toilet was originally a retribution, and these people had to plan to rebuild, and it was normal to be punished by heaven.

This kind of rumor began to spread at a rapid pace, and it took a lot of effort for the police to find out the source of the rumor, which turned out to be from a Chinese person's post on the news. And this person has returned to Huaxia Country at this time, and the police of Sun Country are simply beyond the reach of the whip.

The Divine Toilet monks thought that this matter was not so simple, and it was likely to be related to Qin Feng who they were looking for.

A group of people went crazy and searched around, but they found a lot of clues, but each time they were one step behind.

In the underground part of a high-end office building in Tokyo, experiments are being conducted in a secret laboratory, and several people in white coats stand in front of a stainless steel cylinder with a height of more than three meters and a diameter of one meter and a half.

At this time, two people came from the side, one of them was in a wheelchair, and the other was in charge of pushing the wheelchair.

The person in the wheelchair was about sixty years old, with old folds on his face, and his face was not very good, and he seemed to be the kind of person who had most of his children in the ground.

He picked up the microphone hanging from his neckline and put it on his throat, making a hoarse voice: "Is things going well, where are they?"

A group of people immediately bowed to him, and the white coat led by him replied: "Boss, the process is very smooth, if nothing else, you will be able to see the results immediately." ”

The old guy squeezed an ugly smile on his face and said, "That's good, if my son can really be resurrected, each of you will receive a huge batch of rewards." ”

"Mr. Xiexie Nakamura!" several people saluted again.

The old guy is named Nao Nakamura, the second-generation leader of the Nakamura Group, because of the paralysis of his legs and a variety of diseases, he retired early into the background and handed over the huge business group to his son to manage.

His son is Shunnan Nakamura.

When Nakamura Junnan was sniped by Qin Dashao's cold shot, the bullet hit the heart, and he died of anger at that time.

But everyone still sent him to the hospital for first aid, and it turned out that his heart only stopped beating, and his brain did not die.

Nao Nakamura went out again, and through various social connections established in his youth, he asked someone to buy a top-secret jishu from Germany, built a sophisticated experimental apparatus with a lot of money, and invited the authority of several disciplines to carry out the resurrection of his son.

As for what will come out of the stainless steel barrel, whether it will be alive or dead, no one dares to guarantee. After all, Jishu was bought, and no one can give a clear statement about the result.