Chapter 1238 Super Body 16
The meaning of this was very clear. Xining couldn't pretend to be too stupid, so he quickly drank the rest of the coffee and stood up.
She followed the assistant, but instead of walking to the laboratory she was in, she went to another room.
This is a very small room, only about ten square meters. There was only one table and one chair in the room, plus a nine-square grid puzzle of numbers piled on it, and a piece of paper.
The assistant took her in and handed her the paper: "Read these formulas."
Xining took the paper and looked at it. They were all university mathematics and physics formulas. With her current ability, she can rely on the Internet to find this data. But she still asked: "What is this?"
"It's some mathematical physics formulas, and there are a few example questions next to it. Please read all six example questions within ten minutes." The assistant said with a pleasant smile.
Xining pretended to look at it again, with a grimace on his face: "But this is too difficult. Don't say ten minutes, even if it's one lesson a day, I can't do it. Growing up, my math score has never been good." More than twenty points, my high school diploma was given to me by the orphanage.”
"Try your best!" The assistant pointed to the mathematical puzzle on the table: "Do you know how to play this?"
There are ten grids in total, but only nine small wooden boards. This is a little more complicated than kindergarten which only has "1, 2, 3, 4, 5". There are addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. If you calculate "1", you can use movement to find a way to gradually move it to the position of "1".
"I know how to do this!" Xining sat down happily and started to work slowly.
Serious attitude, impeccable! Although it is only an elementary school, according to this country's standards, it is only the sixth grade calculations of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.
After about a few minutes, Xining raised his head and said with a smile: "Okay, right?"
The assistant looked at it and said: "Well, that's right. Well done. Now you can look at this calculation problem."
He also gave her a pen: "You can try to calculate it."
Xining took the pen, placed the paper in front of him, and lifted the pen as if he was planning something. Then he raised his head, with a naive and innocent look on his face: "I really don't know any of the questions, I haven't studied them."
But the assistant didn't laugh or roll his eyes, but still smiled: "It doesn't matter, look around more and find out the rules. I'll go out for a while, and you can learn slowly."
The assistant went out, and Xining saw the door being locked with a click, feeling uneasy for some reason.
She thought for a moment, stood up, and walked to the door. But I found that the door lock was actually a combination lock.
"Miss Austin!" Lawrence's voice came from the speaker in the corner of the room: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the bathroom." I made up an excuse and it was not just random: "Breakfast is porridge and coffee."
The situation is not good, so I need to urinate urgently.
Lawrence's tone was still calm, but lacked the gentleness of the past: "Then go and read the questions. You still have eight minutes. Within eight minutes, you can enter the answers to the six questions into the door lock one by one, and you can go out."< br>
It is a six-digit combination lock.
The feeling is getting worse and worse: "What else?"
Suddenly, a sprinkler protruded above the head and spewed out white smoke.
Suddenly there was a choking smell that made her cover her nose and cough. Fortunately, the smoke stopped after a few seconds. It must have been tear gas or something.
Lawrence reminded: "You have seven minutes and forty-five seconds left, forty-four seconds..."
Mudd, you bastard!
Xining immediately turned around, rushed to the table, and picked up the pen. While coughing, I wrote quickly. Five minutes later, after she filled up the entire paper, she seemed unable to calculate. So he turned the paper over angrily, slapped it heavily on the table, picked up the chair, went to the door, and started hitting the door lock with the chair.
Lawrence's voice came from the speaker again: "Miss Austin, this lock cannot be broken. I advise you to go back and do the questions. The answers to this lock are all single digits. As long as you enter them correctly, you can Just go out.”
If you don't know how to do it, just guess.
However, Experiment No. 37 did not return to the table. Instead, he continued to smash the door with his chair, hitting the electronic combination lock hard and with all his strength.
The prosecutor next to him frowned slightly: "It's like an orangutan, it only uses force."
Seeing Lawrence looking at him, the prosecutor asked: "Isn't it? Orangutans can also use simple tools."
The joke was not funny at all, and the seconds passed by. Soon after, the time was up and the door lock was not broken open, and the sprinklers began to discharge tear gas into the room.
Looking at the small room filled with smoke. In the smoke, Experiment 37 covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and feet, but he kept coughing violently. Gradually, his body became soft and he fell to the ground.
Tear gas is made from high-purity capsicum extract, mustard extract and other natural strong irritating substances. It can cause strong burning-like irritation to people's eyes, facial skin, and respiratory tract, making them unable to open their eyes and causing them to sneeze and cough continuously.
Although the person is moved to a ventilated place, the symptoms will lessen after a while and can be recovered without leaving any sequelae. However, if you inhale too much for too long, you will suffocate, become comatose, and in severe cases, die.
It seems that he is really a loser... The prosecutor looked at the experimental subject lying unconscious on the ground in the computer monitor again. Feeling bored, he straightened up and said: "I'm leaving first."
Lawrence immediately pressed the intercom: "Get her out."
Lawrence's nervousness was just because he didn't want to lose an experimental subject, or in other words, he didn't want to lose a good cook. The food she burned did taste good...The prosecutor then said: "You go ahead and get busy, I'll leave first."
Lawrence still went to see the prosecutor off and shook hands before saying goodbye: "I will submit the report on time at any time."
The prosecutor dismissed all doubts and left with peace of mind.
Xining was lying on the hospital bed, but his thoughts had drifted to the Internet.
Mo Ming did not show up, only his voice came from an unknown space filled with all kinds of messy information: "Are you sure they won't kill you?"
"Yes." Xining crossed his legs and floated in the air, raising the corners of his mouth slightly.
Lawrence walked to the ward and looked at Experiment 37, who was still unconscious. The face was cleaned and oxygen was connected, but the inhalation was a bit too much and I was unconscious when I pulled it out. It will take some time.
The physical damage will go away quickly, but the psychological damage is a bit tricky. Fortunately, her temperament is quite easy-going, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with it with a little comfort.
"Doctor!" The assistant handed him a folder with an unnatural expression on his face: "You'd better take a look at this."
Lawrence opened the folder, and the pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank...
Six questions, all correct. There are no traces of alteration, it’s done right away.
In just five minutes, she made them all. Although these six questions were relatively simple, he had done them with others, and he was the fastest, taking almost five minutes. The two experimental products also took five minutes. The difference was that they were all made using chips, just like computers.
The password is already out, and it only takes three seconds to open it with the click of a finger. But why did she...
Thinking of her angrily smashing the lock with a chair, Lawrence suddenly felt that this matter was not that simple. He reached out and touched his broad forehead, feeling a little headache.
(End of chapter)