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    Physicist doodles?  Zhiqiu looked at it carefully, looked at the pillar, and smiled to himself again.

    ¡°I feel more relaxed after seeing even the most brilliant physicists get it wrong.¡±

    Chen Luoyu looked at him and said, "What do you mean?" "Ignore who wrote it, the label is wrong anyway."

    Chen Luoyu did not laugh.  "Zhiqiu, the person who wrote this label wrote it as a joke. Ionic means "containing ions, which means a little ion. Most objects contain charged ions.  "

    Zhiqiu looked back at the pillar and sighed helplessly.

    Zhiqiu took the elevator to the top of Building C, still feeling a little stupid.  He followed Chen Haoyu as he walked along a well-furnished corridor, which was also decorated with unexpected traditional colonial-style cherry wood couches, floor-standing porcelain vases, and wooden furniture with scrollwork decoration.

    ¡°We want to make our tenured scientists¡¯ lives comfortable,¡± Chen Luoyu said.

    This is obvious.  Zhiqiu thought.  "So, the person on the fax lives here? Is he a senior employee here?"

    "That's right." Chen Luoyu said.  "He was supposed to come to see me this morning, but he didn't come, and he didn't reply when I called him. I came to look for him, but found him dead in his bedroom." Zhiqiu realized that he was about to see a dead body.  I couldn't help but trembled.  His stomach is not very strong.  He discovered this shortcoming when he was studying art in college. At that time, the teacher told them that some people had gained professional knowledge about the human body by exhuming corpses from graves and dissecting their muscle tissue.

    Chen Luoyu led the way to the end of the corridor.  There is only one door.

    Zhiqiu looked at the lonely oak door in front of him. The nameplate said: Yang Fuchuan.

    "Yang Fuchuan" Chen Luoyu said, " he will be 58 years old next week. He is one of the most outstanding scientists of our time. His death is a great loss to the scientific community."

    Zhiqiu thought he felt a flash of emotion on Chen Luoyu's cold face in an instant.

    But this emotion came quickly and went away suddenly.  Chen Luoyu put his hand into his pocket and identified the key to open the door among a large bunch of keys.

    A strange idea suddenly flashed through Zhiqiu¡¯s mind.  The building seemed deserted.

    "Where have all the people gone?" he asked.

    What he was about to enter was a murder scene. Zhiqiu didn¡¯t expect it to be so quiet here.

    "Everyone who lives here has gone to their respective laboratories." Chen Luoyu replied, and he finally found the key.

    "I mean the police." Zhiqiu corrected, "They have left?"

    Chen Luoyu's hand stopped, and the key had just been inserted halfway into the keyhole.  "police?"

    Zhiqiu looked directly at the director.  "It's the police. You sent me a fax about the murder. You must have called the police."

    ¡°I¡¯m most certain that I didn¡¯t call the police.¡± ¡°What?¡±

    Chen Luoyu's gray eyes suddenly showed a stern look.  "The situation is very complicated, Zhiqiu."

    Zhiqiu felt worried.  "But there must be others who know about it."

    "Yes. Yang Fujian's adopted daughter knows about this. She is also a physicist at the institute.

    She and her father share a laboratory, and the father and daughter are partners.  Momo went on an inspection trip this week.  I have informed her of her father's death.  She is already on her way back as we speak.  "But someone is being plotted here." "A formal investigation," Chen Luoyu said firmly, "is about to begin."  However, this investigation will definitely involve Yang Fuchuan's laboratory, which is a space that he and his daughter keep highly confidential.  Therefore, we must wait for Momo to come back first.  I think I should at least have this respect for her.  "

    Chen Luoyu turned the key.

    When the door opened, a stream of cold air rolled into a ball with a hissing sound and hit Zhiqiu's face. Zhiqiu backed away in panic.  He looked across the threshold at the incredible thing.

    A thick white fog filled the room in front of me.  Thick fog swirled around the furniture in vortices, flooding the room in an airtight haze.

    "What is this" Zhiqiu stammered.

    "This is a Freon refrigeration system." Chen Luoyu replied.  "I cooled the room1 to preserve the body."

    The air-conditioning was blowing hard, so Zhiqiu buttoned up his duffle coat.

    The corpse lying on the ground was horrifying in its horrific appearance.  The deceased Yang Fuchuan lay with his back on the ground, naked.  His skin is grayThe hair was slightly blue, the broken cervical vertebrae were protruding upwards, the head was completely turned over, drooping, and the face was close to the ground, making it impossible to see clearly.  The man lay in a puddle of his own urine that had frozen over, and the pubic hair around his shrunken member was frosted into a spiderweb of ice.

    Zhiqiu almost vomited, but he still tried his best to hold it back.  He turned his gaze to the deceased's chest, which was marked with a clear and perfect symbol by a branding iron, and the burned skin showed raised patterns.  Before coming, the photo of the deceased had been faxed to him.  Although he looked at the symmetrical symbols on the burns of the deceased many times, the scene before him was obviously more realistic.

    Zhiqiu suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know whether it was because it was too cold in the room, or because he was completely shocked by the symbol of "Cheating Faction" in front of him.

    He circled the body, his heart pounding.  He read the word upside down, once again confirming this symmetrical stroke of genius.  At this moment, he stared at this symbol, and the more he looked at it, the more incredible it became.

    "Knowing autumn."

    Zhiqiu didn¡¯t hear anyone calling him.  He was immersed in another worldhis world.  In that world, history, myth and reality collided with each other, filling his brain.

    He began to have an idea.

    "Zhiqiu?" Chen Luoyu stared at him, full of expectation.

    However, Zhiqiu did not raise his head.  He applied for concentration, stared at the body on the ground and said, "How much do you already know?"

    "Knowing that it is the name of an ancient secret organization."

    Zhiqiu nodded.  "Have you heard that name before?"

    "No, until I saw it on Yang Fujian." "So you searched online?"

    "Yes."

    "There is no doubt that there are hundreds of relevant information popping up!"

    "There are thousands of them." Chen Luoyu replied.

    Zhiqiu¡¯s focused eyes still stayed on the deceased.

    Chen Luoyu didn't say anything more, he just stared at everything in front of him.  Obviously, he was waiting for Zhiqiu to give a reasonable explanation for what happened in front of him.

    Zhiqiu raised his head and scanned the cold room.  "Would you like to find a warmer place to discuss this issue?" (To be continued.

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