Archimedes and Ciphers

  The white laboratory was spotless. Two rows of transparent glass feeding boxes, a huge square instrument.

  Zhen Ai sat in a white robe next to the central instrument, with a feeding box on the operating table, inside which a small white mouse lay on its back in a pool of blood.

  She watched the video of the little white mouse image, holding the earphone cord recording:

  "HNT-DL neurotoxin, diluted ten million times."

  February 29th, 23:30, injected into the body of a small white mouse. One minute later, the drug took effect on the heart and lungs, the mouse lost its ability to move, vomited and trembled, had an irregular heartbeat, and went into shock three minutes later.

  23:33, anti-HNT-DL antitoxin serum was administered by injection, symptoms persisted.

  At 01:47 on March 1st, the white mouse regained mobility and crawled 5 cm in its cage before losing mobility again.

  03:19, shocked again, bleeding from the throat.

  "No signs of life."

  "She said up to this point, paused for a moment, calmly said, 'The 4301st anti-toxin serum test of Anti-HNT-DL has failed.'"

  And add one more sentence:

  "HNT-LS neurotoxin, after being diluted a million times and injected into mice, they die instantly. The mechanism of the toxin's action has not been collected yet, next step is to try diluting it ten million times."

  Store the recording well and start dissecting the little white mouse.

  She sat in front of the experimental platform, working quietly and soundlessly.

  She has always been focused on her work, with an astonishing efficiency in her professional field. In just a few hours, she had recorded all the important data and reconfigured the antitoxin serum. After entering the formula ratio, the instrument began to synthesize automatically, which would take over a dozen hours.

  It was just 10 o'clock, she got up and took off her white clothes, walked to the coat rack to take her overcoat, but her eyes were fixed.

  The gray scarf was quietly hanging on the rack.

  She picked it up and wrapped it around her neck, gently stroking it. The texture was still soft and comfortable. She couldn't help but clench her fists, slowly grasping that gentle warmth.

  The owner of this scarf seems to be as solemn as it is, looking cold and unadorned, but actually very warm. She lowered her eyes, and a hint of softness flashed in the dark black eyes.

  He recalled that a few hours ago, standing by the roadside where the cold wind was raging, he said that if it were her who killed someone, she would definitely use an elegant and ruthless method.

  She thought this was praise.

  Owen said he was boring and not good company; but she thought he was interesting. She liked the oranges in winter, cool and refreshing. The faint fragrance could be remembered for a long time.

  He grasped the scarf around his neck again, and his mouth corners twitched slightly, but he didn't smile.

  Suddenly, her mother's teachings echoed in her ears: "Don't have any expectations. Expectations are the root of all unhappiness."

  Her face gradually calmed down and became tranquil once more, with no further ripples.

  She finally took it off in a circle and walked out with Owen's coat on her arm.

  Outside the laboratory is a 50-meter-long closed white corridor, spotless and without corners, which is very scary.

  After walking to the end, after retinal scanning, fingerprint verification and password input, Zhen Ai left the laboratory by elevator to the ground. The ground is an ordinary factory, used as a cover, so to speak, unexpected.

  As soon as he went out, he saw Owen's car parked on one side. He said that if there was a problem, look for her.

  Arrived at Mr. Yan's house, the maid said in standard Southeast Asian English that Mr. Yan was in Libluebarri.

  Entering the library but no one is in sight.

  Zhen Ai looked around and raised her head to see a big ball of white, fluffy things on the third floor corridor of the bookshelf. Perhaps it was startled by the footsteps of the incoming person, and it moved slightly with a rustling sound.

  That white mass seemed to have shifted slightly and was now motionless.

  Zhen Ai stretched her neck to look and it was Yan Suo, he was sleeping in the corridor with a book covering his head.

  Owen raised his head and shouted, he sat up, rubbing his eyes unconsciously, as if he had been stunned for a long time, and it took him half a day to get up and walk down the wooden spiral staircase.

  Against the backdrop of books, he wore white clothes and pants, looking clean and refreshing, but his hair was messy, his face didn't look good, as if covered with a layer of frost, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were gloomy, it could be seen that he had a heavy sleep inertia.

  He had just walked down the stairs when he looked at Zhen Ai with a sharp gaze and said in a heavy tone, "Get me a glass of water."

  "Oh." Zhen Ai responded inexplicably and turned around to look for water.

  "Hey!" Owen shouted at her, questioning Yan Suo, "Why did you ask her to pour water?"

  Her shallow tea-colored eyes flashed with a hint of incomprehension, as if she found his question strange. After a moment's pause, she chose her words carefully and said: "I'm fire-deficient in the five elements, if I don't drink water, my hair will stand on end."

  Owen's head spun around several times before he realized that Yan Suo had been led astray. He racked his brains but couldn't understand how someone with an IQ of 207 like Yan Suo could comprehend human language.

  The key point of that sentence is——

  Why call "her" to pour water?

  Rather than

  Why call her to pour "water".

  Why is his focus always different from ordinary people?

  When Ouwen was speechless, the maid had already brought three cups of water.

  Yan Yu drank more than half a cup, feeling content and satisfied, smacking his lips. He then walked to the triangular piano, somehow producing a small white violin from somewhere. Next, he sat down on the piano stool, holding the violin like a guitar and plucking the strings with his fingers, lost in thought.

  Zhen Ai secretly sized him up, perhaps because he had just woken up, his body lacked the cold and distant temperament, the whole person was filled with a casual softness, looking lazy and languid.

  Wearing white clothes, white pants and white socks, he looked like a child who didn't want to get out of bed, frowning as he played the violin, but it wasn't the sound of sawing wood, just a few light plucks, sounding quite nice.

  He had just woken up, his eyes were blurry, his hair was uncombed, a few strands sticking out, like his personality, more like a silly big dog.

  He played the violin for a while, and suddenly looked at Zhen Ai without warning: "When did your roommate like to sleep in class?"

  The role and status changed too quickly, Zhen Ai's mind hadn't turned around yet. After thinking for a moment, she realized that she had indeed mentioned it when accepting the interrogation at the police station. At that time, Jia Si Min did not pursue it deeply, but Yan Suo remembered it.

  Zhen Ai was still reminiscing, Yan Su had already furrowed his brow.

  He unhappily jumped down from the stool, strode towards her with big steps, grasped her shoulders with both hands, and almost pushed her onto the piano stool under her slightly stunned gaze.

  Zhen Ai was pressed onto the chair.

  He pointed at her right leg and ordered: "Put it on this leg."

  Zhen Ai didn't understand, just about to ask why, saw him frowning and closing his eyes, so she obediently followed suit.

  But just as she crossed her legs, he suddenly clenched his left hand into a hollow fist and heavily pounded her knee.

  Her right leg kicked out sharply.

  Zhen Ai was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

  "Knee-jerk reaction, don't you know?" He took a step back, increasing the distance between them, and said indifferently, "See that? Your brain's speed is obviously slower than your feet. Think with your feet from now on."

  He also disliked me for reacting slowly...

  Being with someone whose mind is so quick and changeable, Zhen Ai's nerves immediately became highly tense, saying: "It seems to be 4 or 5 months ago, when she said she was too busy and quit various clubs."

  He nodded slightly, as if he was thinking of something.

  Zhen Ai only then realized that he actually already had an answer in his heart, but didn't want to interfere with her testimony so he waited for her to speak.

  "You don't live in the dormitory, so you're not clear about her schedule and living habits, but shouldn't you have noticed that your bed and desk are being used by her to put things?"

  "It was also 4 or 5 months ago." Zhen Ai probed, "Do you have an answer in your heart?"

  He looked at her and said: "There are high-end perfumes and cosmetics on her desk, which have been used for 4 or 5 months. The expensive clothes are also from October last year onwards. By the way, do you know when she joined the password club?"

  "It's not very clear." Zhen Ai muttered to herself, her mind elsewhere. It seemed that Jiang Xin's death was related to the sudden change in her four or five months ago. At that time, Jiang Xin became busy and also had more money.

  He didn't delve deeper into this issue and asked instead: "Who is closer to her?"

  "I don't know." Zhen Ai looked embarrassed, she and her classmates had hardly interacted, so she changed the subject, "You mean it was an inside job?"

  "The murderer went to the double-person dormitory to kill someone. In addition to being familiar with her schedule, they also need to be clear about the living rules of another person in the dormitory, so it must be an acquaintance."

  The phone rang before he had even finished speaking.

  He picked up the phone, listened silently for a while, and said, "I'll be right there." Hanging up the phone, the person who was still sleepy just a moment ago was now refreshed: "Go see Officer Diaz."

  "Is the autopsy result out?"

  "Mm," a faint smile played on the corner of his lips, and a hint of quiet light flashed in his eyes, "I found some interesting things."

  Eva Diaz sat in the office, flipping through a magazine while leisurely drinking yogurt and eating a sandwich, not caring that the venetian blinds on the desk opposite her were not pulled up.

  Across from the glass is the autopsy room, and if you lift your head, you can see Jiang Xin's corpse.

  It's not hard to imagine that Zhen Ai felt a sense of eeriness when she followed Yan Suo to see this scene.

  Owen tapped on the glass of the window: "Facing a dead man, how can you... have such a good appetite?"

  Eva replied casually: "Not like I'm facing that depressing guy, why would I lose my appetite?"

  Her expression remained unchanged, as if she hadn't heard a thing.

  Eva got up, stuffed the food into a fresh-keeping box and put it in the refrigerator.

  Zhen Ai saw rows of neatly stacked fresh-keeping boxes in the refrigerator, all containing things like organs and muscles.

  The psychological quality of forensic doctors is indeed...

  Yan Yu saw Zhen Ai's face turn gray, and he awkwardly patted her shoulder a few times, comforting: "Humans are a species that is very good at adapting to their environment."

  Zhen Ai really doesn't think this explanation can reduce the weirdness of putting food and human organs in the same refrigerator.

  Eva naturally knew that Speech was talking about her, and slowly replied: "In the land, ocean, and space where human footprints are all over, Speech is undoubtedly one of the most extreme and harsh environments that humans have not yet adapted to."

  Zhen Ai blinked her eyes, and when someone compared a person to an environment, she somehow inexplicably felt that it sounded very moving.

  She thought that Shu Yu's words were illogical, but he simply asked lightly: "Have you broken up with your new boyfriend?" His "weapon" was always unique.

  Eva: “......”

  She looked up at the sky: "God, I hate this devil!" But still unwilling to give up, "How did you figure it out again?"

  Yan Yu was very proud: "I despise answering such low-intelligence questions."

  Eva clenched her fists and took a step forward, but was stopped by Owen.

  "...the day before yesterday was spent overnight at someone else's house, and as a result, I ended up eating alone on the weekends, and even saved some for dinner." Xian Yu said calmly with regret, "Oh, Officer Diaz is really pitiful!"

  Zhen Ai: “......”

  A man who can see through people without even meeting them, a man who doesn't miss any details, a man who makes everyone question their intelligence, is indeed a terrible environment.

  "I really want to dissect you right now."

  "It's my honor."

  Evan clutched his hair like a desperate single dad, "Kindergartners, for God's sake, stop!"

  Yan Yu and Eva both shut their mouths at the same time.

  Zhen Ai let out a soft breath, and the verbal sparring between scientists was indeed high in technological content!