17 When Dr. Tang Sect's Poisonous Tang came down, he sat next to Su Lun with ulterior motives, and smiled at Su Lun pretending to be a gentleman: "Beautiful lady, if you are interested in my weapons theory, we can go
How about I chat slowly in a luxurious laboratory in California?"
I couldn't stand the American playboy's bad national character. I coughed heavily and glared at him until he wisely took his big furry hand off Suellen's arm.
Bollen Lang's speech was relatively concise: "What I want to do is to build a tight shielding layer from the head of the shaft, and then evacuate the air in the entire tunnel to create a local vacuum state. Of course, I will continue to this space.
Injecting oxygen - please note that the 'oxygen' I am talking about is not the 'compressed air' collected from the earth in the usual sense, but oxygen in the absolute sense obtained through 'water decomposition' under special conditions.
Atoms. According to the previous experience of excavation of the pyramids, many bacteria and beetles will reawaken and reproduce in the earth's air, causing incalculable damage and lethality. Using my theory and oxygen products, the chance of these microorganisms reawakening is no more than 100,000
One percent, so after entering the tomb, we can observe and study as much as we want without having to worry about damaging the biological environment of the earth."
He has a standard image of a university professor, with a fair face, a gentle expression and even a little bit of inexplicable shyness. When he talks about chemical terms such as oxygen, bacteria, atoms, etc., his slightly brown blue eyes are always full of emotions.
Exudes a kind of religious fanaticism.
His appearance is enough to make the characters from the Tang Sect in the middle of Sichuan become useless. The Tang Sect's poison making and poisoning are only based on local methods and old traditions, without any scientific theory as a supporting basis. Unlike Braun Lang,
Compared with the chemical experts, the difference is cloud and mud.
The other two, James and Cheney, did not make any remarks. They are also dark-faced people who look like they often do field work.
The expert meeting came to an end, and the neatly dressed Tanino made a concluding speech: "Tomorrow morning, our world-shaking initiative will kick off. So, I hope you all have a pleasant first night in the camp, and more
I hope our cross-border and interdisciplinary joint inspection can be successfully completed——"
Tang waved his hand and interrupted Tanye unceremoniously: "Mr. Tanye, we Americans are most particular about this principle of doing things, 'today's work, today's completion' - now that all the preparations have been completed, why not start working in the well now?"
?Did you know? From now until the sun rises tomorrow morning, there are still more than twelve hours. If we use these twelve hours reasonably, by this time tomorrow, we should be able to sit on the top of the Pharaoh's sarcophagus and drink coffee
Yeah, hahahaha..."
The arrogance of Americans is clearly demonstrated in Dr. Tang. I have long heard that he is a madman in academic circles who dares to despise everything and sweep everything away. Now it seems that it is obvious.
His proposal was unanimously approved by the other three experts.
These elites from all walks of life are definitely a generation of workaholics who regard time as more precious than gold.
So, two hours later, the experts' entourage had made all preparations and put the drilling rig on a simple elevator and sent it down the shaft.
I am not in a hurry to follow him down the well, because I know that in a job like tomb robbing, the person who bears the brunt is often not the biggest beneficiary, but the first victim.
After a little weighing, I went to Tang Xin's tent.
Unexpectedly, she was applying nail polish in front of the table, as meticulously as if she was performing a scientific work of great research value.
Tiger and Song Jiu sat cross-legged on a bamboo bed in silence, with a Go board in the middle with only a few black and white stones.
Tiger has a natural love for Go and is very talented. He once participated in the Sino-Japanese Go Tournament that made the "chess saint" Nie Weiping famous. If he hadn't finally turned into tomb robbing and knight-errant, he would have been able to do so.
He may become a professional chess player as famous as Nie and Ma.
"Mr. Feng is here? Please sit down -" Tang Xin greeted without getting up.
Tiger and Song Jiu, two old monks, were in trance, their eyes focused on the chessboard without even raising their eyelids.
I was a little surprised by Tang Xin's action of dyeing her nails, because although the imaginary Tang Sect in Shuzhong existed in the 21st century, it should still abide by the various weird rules passed down by the masters of the sect in the past, and be similar to what girls in the real world describe.
Eyebrows and makeup don't seem to have anything to do with each other.
Her nails were halfway painted with a bottle of pink nail polish from an international brand from France.
Frankly speaking, Tang Xin can be regarded as a "stunning" beautiful girl. She is thin and skinny, which is the new generation of beauty standards currently popular in oriental cities. If the "Sichuan Tangmen" behind her is removed
If you step into the Chinese film and television industry with this soft and frail beauty, why not worry about becoming another "Zhang Ziyi"?
When I think of the Tang Sect in Sichuan, which has caused bloodshed at any time for more than a thousand years, I can't help but uneasily add the terrifying epithet "as beautiful as peaches and plums, as poisonous as snakes and scorpions" to Tang Xin.
"Mr. Feng, the expert conference is over, do you have any advice?" Tang Xinwen was smearing the last remaining little fingernail.
I walked to Tang Xin's table and smiled calmly: "Ms. Tang, you should have heard of the name Bolun Lang, right?"
Tang Xin smiled: "Yes, I have heard of it. What Mr. Feng means is that if Bo Lun Lang is here, we, the Tang Sect in Sichuan, don't have to worry about the poisonous insect miasma in the pyramid, right?"
We looked at each other and laughed, and all the intrigues were kept silent.
She finished painting the last nails, carefully tightened the small bottle of nail polish, then sighed with satisfaction, and blew gently on her neat and slender nails. At this time, her expression was completely like a defenseless person.
The little sister next door made me relax my vigilance.
I stretched out my hand towards the nail polish and smiled: "Let me see what brand this is -"
Tang Xin made a mischievous and threatening expression: "Scare, Mr. Feng, you'd better not touch this thing. It's an improved substitute for the 'Intestinal Penetrating Rotten Bone Transforming Corpse Pill'——"
My outstretched arm immediately stopped in mid-air, and the smile on my face became as stiff as a fossil. However, there is also an advantage in this still state, that is, I can clearly hear Dr. Tang's loud American English voice.
The sound of chatting and laughing. I knew that Su Lun was always outside, monitoring every move of the expert team at any time, which just gave Dr. Tang an opportunity to show his courtesy.
"I'm not lying to you, really." Tang Xin walked out with a smile and returned within half a minute, holding a desert scorpion in her right hand.
I twisted my cervical and lumbar vertebrae hard, and took two steps back, trying to relax the stiff muscles all over my body.
The "Intestine-piercing Rotten Bones and Corpse Transformation Pill" just mentioned by Tang Xin can be said to be a "specialty" passed down from generation to generation by the Tang clan in central Sichuan. As the name suggests, it mainly has three miraculous effects of "piercing the intestines, rotting bones and transforming corpses". If it is
The "improved product" won't be as magical as Dr. Tang's "gas explosive", right?
According to research by experts in human physiology, human intelligence doubles every six months, and in the twenty-two years between the ages of eighteen and forty, the growth rate of intelligence has reached .
It is more than three times astonishing. It is for this reason that humankind's various technologies will continue to "improve and innovate, and the Yangtze River's backward lag will push forward the lag".
"Mr. Feng, look at this poor little guy, in front of our Tang Sect's improved products..."
The back cover of the poisonous scorpion showed a dark yellow with faint black color. There was a thumbnail-sized piece in the center of the back cover, which had turned into deep black. Judging from its huge body, which was nearly two inches long,
Its growth age should be close to two years, and it is the most ferocious adult male scorpion in the scorpion group.
The color of the back cover indicates its toxicity. The faintly black part is its venom storage.
"I know that if one milliliter of the venom of an adult male scorpion is dropped into a deep well in the desert, it is enough to kill humans, animals and camels in ten oases. But look, it is now extremely afraid of my nails -"
Sure enough, the poisonous scorpion huddled up under Tang Xin's pink fingernails, and the spikes on its tail and the two pincers on its front paws also huddled under its body.
"Mr. Feng, I am not bragging. The poisons developed by our Tang Sect have no rivals in the world. And our laboratory equipment is the best in the world. If you have time, you can ask Bo Lun Lang,
Who is the Earthling his Russian master most admires?"
There was a touch of sadness in Tang Xin's words, a feeling of a hero's unrecognized talent. I don't know what the last sentence she said meant. I really need to ask Bo Lunlang when I have time.
Suddenly, the poisonous scorpion, which had clearly surrendered completely, jumped up like lightning, swung the spikes on its tail, and stabbed the back of Tang Xin's hand fiercely. It was indeed afraid of the poison on Tang Xin's nails, but the back of his hand
It is impossible for the muscles in this position to smear venom, and the poisonous scorpion's tricks are not unintelligent.
This attack method also verifies the fantasy theory of scientists that "desert scorpions are animals with high intelligence."
Tang Xin smiled bitterly and shook his hand, and a drop of purple-black blood emerged from the small hole where it was stabbed. The poisonous scorpion had already retreated in panic and fled for its life. It fell off the table and seemed to be running away towards the tent door. However,
After it landed, it crawled only half a meter crookedly, then lay down sideways as if drunk, exposing half of its slightly white belly.
"It... is dead? The poisonous scorpion was... poisoned by you?" I looked at Tang Xin in horror. This kind of plot that can only be seen in martial arts novels really happened in front of me.
The poison contained in Tang Xin's body was more powerful than this arrogant adult desert scorpion. The moment it stung Tang Xin, the poisonous blood poured back into him, and he was hit instead.
I touched the back of my head and smiled dumbly.
For the understanding of the Tang Sect in Sichuan, even if you "travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books", it will not be as clear as the "Battle between Man and Scorpion" that was just staged in real life.
I quietly took another step back, and my understanding of the four words "Tangmen in Sichuan" suddenly became more than ten times deeper. I even doubted whether I would have nightmares tonight.
"Mr. Feng, we come here to admire Mr. Scalpel's name and don't want to cause trouble. We are really sincere."