Let me think about it...at least seventy-two hours, three days? "
Professor Bu pinched his fingers like a fortune teller and said.
The noose was already around everyone's neck. It's only a matter of time before the entire building dies. Xiao Han, who had been sitting on the chair in a daze, changed his expression a little.
"Shouldn't we be racing against time at this time? Why does it take your exploration team eight hours to set off?"
She is a person of action, not a person of waiting.
"My lovely Miss Qingmang, someone has already gone out at nine fifteen this morning."
Seeing that the questioner was a girl, the old man changed his fearful look and put on an amiable smile. He narrowed his eyes and replied:
"Don't go out casually. It's very unsafe outside. All the people who went out are dead, and the biochemical laboratory is conducting autopsies on them."
Then he stretched out a finger like a dead branch and put it in front of his mouth, making a "shush" sound and added:
"The information is being kept secret for the time being. Don't let it out, otherwise it will scare everyone."
"died?"
Xiao Han, whose job is to kill supernatural terrorists, will certainly not be frightened. But Meng Fei was somewhat frightened. He had just considered whether to rush out directly on the first floor.
"Yes, they all died of suffocation."
"Because the air outside is poisonous? That's why you asked them to seal the gaps in the windows with tape?"
Meng Fei remembered that on the way here, he saw workers sealing the windows in the stairwell of the fire escape.
"you guessed right.
"We took a sample of the air outside the house and found that it was filled with an undetectable mixture of toxic gases, and there was no oxygen in the composition."
"No oxygen?!"
The poisonous ring...and surrounds the building. This is not a space-breaking game at all. This is the ever-shrinking poisonous circle of death!
Air is pervasive. Although the air in the building is still normal, sooner or later the unknown poisonous gas from outside will seep in.
"What's the use of just sealing the window cracks with tape? Let's not talk about whether it can be sealed. Even if it is sealed, as long as the oxygen in the building is exhausted, everyone will still die."
"Well, don't worry about that."
The old man scratched his messy white hair.
"The toxic gas outside must have a certain concentration to be lethal. And the space inside the building is quite large, and the air reserve is considerable.
"After my precise calculations, within seventy hours from now, the air quality in the building can maintain the normal needs of the human body.
"Seventy-two hours later, the carbon dioxide concentration in the building was approximately 2%, and the unknown toxic gas content reached 5%.
"Then everyone will die."
"talent?"
Meng Fei wanted him to wake up.
"We only have three days to live!"
"Don't panic, young man. There is no good in panic and rage at any time."
Professor Bu used a mature and steady tone to educate the impatient young people.
"Soon the exploration team will put on protective suits, oxygen bottles and breathing masks and go out to find a way out. It's just that it will take some time to prepare these equipment.
"At five o'clock this afternoon, they can set off on time. As long as they can find the exit, we can pass the test and survive."
Soon... just...
Meng Fei felt that this sentence pattern in Taotie language was really nonsense. It was enough to say that he would die soon.
"You don't have to worry at all. If you have time, you might as well help me find the missing chip."
The old man started to pick up the chalk again.
Meng Fei scanned the old man's laboratory with his "Scanning" skill, but found that there was no chip that the old man was looking for. But even if the chip is found, it won't be of any use.
According to the old man, the chip contains the root access login key for the "Palace of All Things". But the space computer is installed in the nuclear coffin in Truffle Town, Weiyue Kingdom, thousands of kilometers away from here.
Even if the chip is found, there is no way to leave the building surrounded by poisonous gas and go to the nuclear coffin, so what's the use?
In other words, only by passing the "test" and returning to the normal world can the chip be able to function.
But if he is out of the control of this series of "space games", Meng Fei's first thought is to buy a plane ticket back to Qingmang and leave this place of right and wrong. What does a chip have to do with me?
Seeing that the old man was still carefully drawing the grid and ticking each confirmed grid, Meng Fei decided not to waste time with this silly old man. He pulled Xiao Han and signaled him to leave.
Xiao Han lowered his head in a friendly manner and waved goodbye to Professor Bu who was lying on the ground.
Unexpectedly, the professor rolled his eyes, knelt down again, narrowed his wrinkled eyes, and said with a smile in a gluttonous language full of stiff divine tiger flavor:
"This lovely Miss Qingmang, are you not a graduate student in our institute? Are you here to accompany me?
"I'm lacking a personal assistant here. Do you want to consider it? I can help you transfer to a work visa, or even a Xizhou Blue Card."
Close to the body...
Meng Fei's Taotie dialect was not good at hearing, but he could hear this word very clearly.
Xizhou's accompanying visa prohibits legal work in Xizhou, or even studying, so only rich people can afford to "accompany" them.
People from ordinary backgrounds come out on a companion visa. If they want to continue their studies or find a job to make ends meet, they have to pay a huge price to change visas.
If there was such an opportunity provided by the director of the Nautilus Institute, ordinary people would definitely flock to it. It's a pity that this is not attractive to the senior agent girl of Qingmang National Superpower Department.
"Although I don't need it, thank you anyway."
Xiao Han said goodbye to the old man happily like an aunt saying goodbye to a kindergarten child, then turned her head, the hair on the back of her head fluttered like a lady's skirt when she turned around, and followed Meng Fei away.
The room suddenly seemed empty. The old man's self-esteem was hit, and he couldn't help but "tsk" twice in displeasure. At this time, an email popped up on his computer screen.
The email began with a photo of a woman wearing gray-purple yoga clothes, with an amazing convex figure, flowing long hair and a fair face.
The position of her facial features seems a bit inconsistent in the eyes of Qingmang people, but it is not a big problem in the eyes of Xizhou people, and it is quite in line with Professor Boulanger's aesthetics.
"Dear Professor:
"I was previously engaged in artificial intelligence research at Qingmei University, and I published several papers on the research on Zhang's intelligent embryos."
Here is a long list of papers.
"It is the greatest honor in my life to be able to study and study in your institute. I will never let down the trust and expectations you and the institute have placed in me.
"Today I learned from HR Specialist Sister Su that you are recruiting a laboratory assistant. I think I am very suitable for this job.
"I have been engaged in artificial intelligence experiments for many years and have rich experience. I work very carefully. Of course, the more important thing is communication. I am a very understanding girl.
"Please give me a chance to present myself.
"I'm sorry, I am too excited to choose the appropriate honorifics and honorifics. But please accept me to express my feelings in a few Qingmang poems.
"The clouds and mountains are green,
"The river is strong.
"Mr.'s style,
"The mountains are high and the rivers are long.
"Your loyal student, Mi Rong."
The main body of the content is in Shenhu language. Although there are a few typos, the overall writing is very serious. The following poems use beautiful and picturesque Qingmang characters, with explanations in Shenhu language.
Professor Bu felt like a spring breeze. He finished reading the email, carefully looked at the large high-resolution photo at the beginning of the email, and then picked up the phone.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the name "Mi Rong" on the signature was a bit familiar. Who is this? Where did it appear? Did you sign the paper?
The name Key reminded him of another person. The young genius couple from Ome University? Zhang Feng? Mi Rong? Isn't this the wife of the young man who just left?
His hand holding the phone couldn't help but tremble.
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