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- Chapter 304 The big drama
There are many rooms like this in District 4 that make people look sad. Sean can be very cruel to people sometimes, but he can't bear to see animals with various degrees of dying living in cages.
In a cage, a cow saw everyone, hobbled to the door, and stared at everyone. Dr. Clinton said: "This one is in bad condition. Late-stage foot-and-mouth disease, do you see the way it walks? Look at the tumor on its mouth. At this time, it can no longer even eat because of the pain, and its saliva is thick and thick. This is a kind of This terrible disease is our old enemy. There are records of this disease in ancient books. As I said, this disease is highly contagious. An outbreak of foot-and-mouth disease in France was spread to the United Kingdom by the wind through the Channel. This is what has been discovered so far. The smallest virus, and the incubation period is very long. One day this thing may mutate and start to infect humans";
At this time, in Dr. Clinton¡¯s words, everyone¡¯s spirit and body are also ¡°resisting¡± the virus.
Sean finally had an idea, turned to look at Dr. Clinton and said: "Can we take a look at the virus studied by the Bartys? The simian Ebola you mentioned.";
Clinton shook his head and said: "That's in District 5. It's classified!". . . ;
Everyone took off their clothes, put the lab coats and slippers into a bucket with a lid, and threw the paper underwear into the trash can.
Everyone followed others a little absent-mindedly and did as they were told.
The two police officers and Sean followed Dr. Clinton into the shower room. Then Sean and others stood under the shower head to rinse their hair with a special shampoo, and scrubbed their nails with a brush and disinfectant. Everyone was gargling with a horrible mouthwash. Then spit it out. Sean kept scrubbing his body with soap over and over again, until finally Clinton laughed and said, "That's enough, keep doing this. You're going to get dermatitis and die.";
Then Sean dried himself off with the towel provided on the island, threw the towel into the lid bucket, swung the "one stick and two stars" and walked back to the closet naked. Why is it said to be swaying? Because if the volume is too small, it will not sway at all! He was spotless and clean, or so it seemed.
Except for the unknown man who walked into the locker room with everyone, there was no one around, not even the waiter. It can be seen that it is entirely possible to smuggle large quantities of items from the laboratory into the locker room. But Sean doesn't think that's what actually happened, so it doesn't matter whether it's a possibility or not.
Clinton went out for a while. When he came back, he brought the keys to the lockers and distributed them to everyone.
Sean opened his closet and started to get dressed. Some thoughtful guy was kind enough to clean Sean's pants and "accidentally" wash the red dirt out of Sean's pockets.
Sean checked his two pistols. They looked fine, but if one of the jokers had cracked the firing pin, jammed the barrel, or removed the primer, you wouldn't be able to tell with the naked eye. So Sean reminded himself to check the gun and ammunition more carefully when he went back.
The tall policeman¡¯s closet is next to Sean¡¯s. "It's quite an experience," he said softly.
Sean nodded and asked, "Do you feel better about living downwind of Sunny Island now?"
¡°Oh, yeah, I feel fucking good,¡± the tall cop said.
¡°I¡¯m very impressed by the biological storage facility,¡± Sean said with some comfort: ¡°It¡¯s very advanced.¡±
"Yes. But I was thinking if there was a hurricane or a radical attack." The tall policeman said.
"Mr. Eric will protect Sunny Island from terrorist attacks." Sean said.
"Yes, what about the hurricane?" said the tall policeman.
"Same as training when you are attacked by a nuclear attack, bend over, hide your head between your legs, and kiss your butt goodbye." Sean said hehey.
"Well." The tall policeman looked at Sean and said, "Hi, are you okay?"
"Of course," Sean said, "I'm fucking great!"
"You seemed a little listless after you came back from there." The tall policeman said.
"Fatigue." Sean said: "My brain is very tired!".
Then Sean put on his pants and stood up. He looked at his face in shock and said, "You must be allergic to this soap. You have small scars all over your face.";
"What?" He touched his cheek. He jumped up suddenly, found the nearest mirror, leaned over the wash basin, looked at himself closely, and said, "What on earth are you talking about? My skin is fine.""That must be because of the light here." Sean said with a smile.
Sean, still grinning, walked towards the door of the locker room, where Dr. Clinton was waiting. Sean said: "Although I am a little rude, I am very impressed with your work and thank you for your cooperation.";
"Mr. Shawn, I have enjoyed working with you, and I am sorry to have known you under such sad circumstances," Clinton said.
At this time, the short policeman came over and said to Clinton: "I am going to write a report on your biological containment measures and praise it."
"Thank you," Clinton said.
"But I think the perimeter security can be better, and I will recommend an investigation on this." The short policeman said; Clinton nodded in agreement.
Then the short policeman continued: "Fortunately, it seems that the Battys did not steal any dangerous substances. If there was any, it was just an experimental vaccine."; Dr. Clinton nodded again.
Sean was eager to leave the orange locker room and get outside. So he walked towards the door, so that the others followed.
After arriving in the spacious and bright hall, Dr. Clinton looked around for Teresa, but did not see her figure.
Afterwards, Sean and others came to the reception desk, where they exchanged the white plastic passes with chains for the original blue passes with clips. Sean turned to Clinton and asked, "Are there any shops selling souvenirs and T-shirts?";
Clinton laughed. Said: "No, but I will suggest to Washington that one be set up. Now you better pray that you don't bring any other 'souvenirs'."
"Thank you, doctor." Sean also smiled and said, "If I find anything uncomfortable, I will contact you immediately!"
Clinton said: "If you want, you can take the six o'clock ferry, or you can go to my office. If you want to discuss some issues further.";
Sean originally wanted to go back and see the fort and the underground passage, but Sean felt that if he made this suggestion, he would immediately attract opposition. And frankly, Sean wasn't ready to make another trek around the island.
So Sean said to Dr. Clinton: "We'd better wait until our detective comes. We can't make decisions on important matters when she's not here." Dr. Clinton smiled and nodded.
To Sean, Clinton didn¡¯t seem particularly anxious about questions about his security and biocontainment measures, or that two of his brilliant scientists might have stolen something valuable or deadly. Sean felt that the reason Clinton was unfazed was because even if he messed up, or he was responsible for someone else messing up, he was not worried. He has also found a way out of responsibility, which is that he has made a deal with the government. He collaborated with the government to cover up the truth in exchange for immunity from accountability in the incident. There is also the possibility, albeit a remote one, that Dr. Clinton killed the Bartys himself or knew who killed them. For now, anyone who has been close to the Bartys is a suspect to Sean. At least the owners of those two footprints have not been found yet.
The long-legged girl came out of the women's locker room and joined the crowd at the reception counter. Sean noticed that she was not fully following the prescribed sanitizing procedures. Her cheeks had a freshly scrubbed glow.
Theresa exchanged the pass. Dr. Clinton told her the following arrangements and the options available to everyone.
Teresa looked at everyone and said, "I have seen enough. Do you want to see the barrels or other things in the ground?"; everyone shook their heads.
Then Teresa turned to Dr. Clinton and said: "Before this case is closed, we reserve the right to go to the island to investigate at any time.";
"As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to come to the island at any time." Clinton added, "But it's not up to me.";
A whistle sounded outside. Sean looked out the glass door and saw a white bus parked there. Some island employees are boarding the bus.
Dr. Clinton said: "Please forgive me for not being able to take you to the ferry." As he spoke, he shook hands with everyone and said goodbye. There was no sign of being in a hurry to see everyone off, and he showed a true gentleman's demeanor.
Sean and others came outside, and Sean took a deep breath of fresh air before boarding the bus. The Batu driver is another security personnel, and he may be accompanying everyone on the road.
There were only six island employees on the bus, and Sean didn¡¯t see any of them during his tour of the island.
The bus drove for five minutes and arrived at the pier and stopped.
Everyone got out of the car and walked towards the boat?The white and white ferry. Sean and others walked into the large cabin. The whistle blows and the boat leaves.
Sean and others stood and said a few words from time to time. One of the ship's crew members came in to collect their passes, a weathered guy whose face showed it, and said, "Hey, how did you like Dr. Clinton's Island?";
They talked with him for a while and found out that his name was Peter. Peter told the group that he felt sorry for the Bartys.
After he said sorry, he walked up the gangway leading to the top deck and bridge. Sean followed soon after. Before he opened the door to the bridge, Sean asked him, "Are you free?"
"Of course." He said.
"Do you know the Bartys?" Sean said.
"Of course we know each other. We have been on this boat together for two years." The old sailor said.
¡°I was told they use their own boats to get back and forth,¡± Sean said.
"Sometimes it is like this. Theirs is a very good new boat, with twin Mercedes engines, which is very fast." said the old sailor.
Sean feels almost done. It was time to cut to the chase and ask straight to the point, so I asked: "Is it possible that they used that thing to smuggle drugs?";
"poison?". The old sailor denied it and said: "Oh, no. They can't even find an island in the sea, let alone connecting with a drug trafficking ship."
"How do you know?" Sean asked.
"I once talked with them about sailing for a while. They don't know how to sail at all. You know what? They don't even have a navigation system on the ship." The old sailor said.
"Not bad." Sean felt that this guy was on to the point. I didn't see any navigation equipment on the Badi couple's boat, but if you are a drug trafficker, a satellite navigation equipment is necessary. So Sean said to Peter: "Maybe they are lying to you, maybe they are the best navigators since Magellan.";
"Who is Magellan?" the old sailor wondered.
"Why do you think they can't sail?" Sean asked.
¡°I tried to persuade them to join the Power Squadron¡¯s sailing program!¡± said Peter, ¡°but they weren¡¯t interested at all.¡±;
What is the reason for this? Sean felt that Peter was a little confused when speaking. So he said: "Maybe they just want others to think they can't sail, so no one will think they are smuggling drugs.".
"Really?" The boy scratched his head and said, "Maybe, but don't think so. They don't like the sea. If they see us while driving their boats, they will stay on the leeward side. Stay with our boat. They never want to stray far from land. Are they like drug traffickers?";
"I don't think so. So, Peter, who killed them and why?" Sean asked seriously.
After being stunned for a while, this guy said in surprise: "Damn it, I wish I knew!";
"Peter, you must have thought about this yourself, who and for what? Who did you think of first? What did everyone say about this?" Sean asked.
The guy said "Hmm" for a while and then said: "Yeah. I think, I think they stole something from the laboratory. You see, it might be something that can destroy the entire world. They want to sell these things to foreigners. Or someone else. The deal was screwed up and they were killed.";
"You haven't thought of other aspects?" Sean asked.
"Well, I heard some different opinions." The boy said.
"How do you say it?" Sean asked
"It's like saying they stole a priceless vaccine." The old sailor looked at Sean and asked, "Is it true?"
"That's it." Sean said.
"They wanted to get rich overnight but lost their lives in one fell swoop." said the old sailor.
¡°The retribution of sin is death.¡± Sean said.
"Yes." Quiet said sorry again and walked into the engine room.
Sean suddenly felt. Peter, himself, and almost everyone else had the same initial reaction to the Bartys' deaths, and Sean later linked their deaths to drug trafficking. Now, they think it's related to the vaccine. But sometimes the first reaction, the instinctive reaction, is the right reaction. In any case, these three statements have one thing in common: money.
Sean stood on the top deck and watched the green coastline of Sunny Island gradually disappearing in the distance. The sun is still high in the west, the feeling of sunshine on the skinVery comfortable. He liked the voyage, the smell of the sea and even the movement of the ship.
After a while, Teresa walked onto the deck. She stared at the track at the stern of the ship for a while, then turned her back and leaned against the railing.
Sean said: "You guessed what Clinton was going to say.";
Teresa nodded and said: "Because this is consistent with common sense and facts, and this solves the problem that we think the Bartys are capable of stealing deadly biological substances, and we think they are smuggling drugs. ." At this point, she paused, and then said: "The Battys stole some, um, things that could make money. Money, money is the motive.";
Sean was silent for a while, and then said: "I am a little obsessed with plagues and drugs. We have never thought about things like vaccines, antibiotics, and viral antibodies, and this is what the scientists on Sunny Island are studying. It was also something stolen by the Bartys. Hey!" Sean finally smiled sarcastically. Then he said: "Yes. Now everyone can breathe a sigh of relief. The fear, hysteria, and national emergency will be gone. I originally thought we were all suffering from something.";
Theresa and Sean looked at each other for a few seconds and said, "That's obviously a lie.";
"Yes, it's just a pretty clever lie. It frees Sunny Island and the federal government, and at the same time they can avoid the media attention and work on this case quietly without us. You, me, and the local police In this case, the investigation of Sunny Isles was left to chance," Sean said.
"Yes. But we still have to solve this murder case on our own." Teresa said: "What do you think of Eric?"
¡°He¡¯s a perfect fit for his job,¡± Sean said.
Teresa asked again: "Did he lie?"
"Of course." Sean said affirmatively.
"What about Clinton?" Teresa asked with a frown.
"I like him." Sean said: "Like a beef cow!".
"Did he lie?" Theresa asked
"It's okay, but it's not as natural as Eric. He was rehearsed and someone gave him lyrics." Sean said with a smile.
Teresa nodded and asked: "Is he afraid?";
"No." Sean replied briefly.
"Why?" Teresa was a little confused.
"Nothing makes him feel terrible. Everything is under control. Eric and Clinton have made a deal with the government," Sean said. (To be continued)
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