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How long has the surveillance footage been missing?
"It took less than a minute, and no one went in from outside, so it wasn't murder."
In fact, B2's explanation is completely superfluous. Who else but that so-called god could have such a way of dying?
The only difference between him and a PhD is that a PhD at least spent a considerable amount of time researching, while Professor Peng only spent a few hours.
Does this mean that God sped up the process of taking action?
Was He also afraid?
Yes!
It seems so; He seems to care a lot about being studied?
Why do you care so much?
Now that he had the "formula," Jiang Xiao pondered it calmly.
What would a human do if they found out that they were being studied by ants?
Some are disgusting
This was Jiang Xiao's first reaction. If a person knew that they were being studied by ants, they would definitely feel uncomfortable and would even kill the ants.
What else?
A bold idea suddenly popped into Jiang Xiao's mind.
Is it possible that humans have some weakness that they can't let the ants know?
For example, if a large swarm of ants crawls into a person's nose or ear while they are sound asleep in the middle of the night...
That could kill someone!
Chapter 583 Old Peng's Relics
His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as he shared his deduced ideas with them.
Both B2 and the middle-aged man were taken aback, and then fell into deep thought.
This assumption is too bold, but under the current circumstances, no possibility should be ruled out.
"Is God afraid?"
The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
"Could it be that our research has gotten closer to its secrets, or that we have inadvertently touched upon one of its taboos?"
Jiang Xiao nodded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
"Whatever the reason, we need to be more cautious. Old Peng's sacrifice cannot be in vain. We must find clues from it."
b2 adjusted his glasses, his voice carrying a professional calmness.
“We need to conduct a thorough analysis of everything in Professor Peng’s laboratory, including the experiments he conducted, the materials he used, and even his notes and recordings.”
"Correct."
Jiang Xiao nodded in agreement.
"We cannot let fear control us. We must use scientific methods to uncover all of this, and even make God understand what fear is!"
As soon as Jiang Xiao finished speaking, the middle-aged man and B2 felt an overwhelming chill quickly spread through their bodies.
they
Have we been targeted by God?
The three nodded in agreement and decided to take immediate action.
They knew this was the best way to commemorate Mr. Peng, and also their responsibility.
"Also, what exactly happened during the minute that disappeared from the surveillance footage? Did Mr. Peng leave behind any important information? This is also something worth noting."
The door to the monitoring room slowly closed, leaving behind the busy figures of the three people.
Although Jiang Xiao had only known Mr. Yang, the doctor, and Mr. Peng for a short time.
But that doesn’t diminish his deep respect for their greatness and selflessness.
At the same time, Jiang Xiao secretly vowed in his heart that no matter how many unknowns and dangers lay ahead, he would investigate to the end.
Even if one day he has to face the fear of God, he will never back down!
They began their intense yet organized work, meticulously examining and analyzing every piece of data and every record.
Time ticked by in the tense atmosphere. They seemed isolated from the world, with only everything in Professor Peng's laboratory as their focus.
Just then, b2 discovered some strange symbols written on the edge of a piece of paper.
It was densely packed with notes, filling several pages.
It is certain that these symbols are completely different from the previous "scribbles" and are something left behind by Mr. Peng.
However, these symbols do not belong to any known medical symbol system.
He immediately called over Jiang Xiao and the middle-aged man, and the three of them sat together, trying to decipher these mysterious symbols.
"Could these symbols be clues left by Elder Peng before his death?"
The middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly.
The light in Jiang Xiao's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Perhaps this is exactly the breakthrough we need."
The three of them buried themselves in their work, studying it diligently.
It was only later that they discovered that, apart from the middle-aged man being a medical professor, he was actually a doctor.
B2 only knows how to wield knives and guns, and Jiang Xiao is only at the level of someone who just entered junior high school.
The symbols in front of them were like a bunch of undecipherable alien script to them.
B2 even pretended to frown, trying to find any possible clues from his military background.
But he soon had to admit that these symbols had absolutely no connection to any of the codes or ciphers he knew.
His expertise lies in fighting and maneuvering with the supernatural (commonly known as brawling), rather than deciphering these mysterious written symbols.
Jiang Xiao felt even more helpless, even though he possessed his own abilities in this peculiar world.
But faced with such profound and unfathomable symbols, he couldn't even find the door to entry.
The middle-aged man, as a medical professor, has a profound understanding of the human body and modern medicine.
But faced with these symbols, he could only shake his head and sigh.
He knew that these symbols might contain some special information, but his medical knowledge couldn't help him decipher them.
The three of them exchanged bewildered glances. If they couldn't understand it, why didn't they ask someone for help?
“We need to find experts to take a look at these,” Jiang Xiao finally broke the silence.
b2 nodded in agreement: "I agree, we need to find someone who understands these things."
The middle-aged man also agreed: "Yes, we need more brains to solve this problem."
So they began contacting other researchers at the base, especially those experts in decryption and semiotics.
At this critical moment, all resources need to be mobilized, and no possible clue should be overlooked.
Soon after, several experts were urgently summoned to the monitoring room.
They come from different fields, including cryptographers, symbologists, and even an archaeologist who studies ancient civilizations.
Facing these experts, the three presented their findings and questions one by one, hoping to find answers from them.
The experts began a tense but methodical analysis of the record.
They exchanged their views, occasionally pointing to a particular symbol in their discussion.
The atmosphere gradually became tense. Everyone knew that this was not just an academic research project, but a race against time.
Jiang Xiao, B2, and the middle-aged man stood to the side, their eyes filled with anticipation.
They knew that if they found the right interpretation, they might be able to uncover the truth behind all of this, find the answer to Mr. Peng's death, and perhaps even find a glimmer of hope for themselves.
"Um, can I interrupt for a moment?"
A young scholar who had just arrived timidly raised his arm in front of a group of bigwigs.
"Isn't this just a simple formula?"
"A formula?" someone asked in confusion.
"What formula?" someone asked.
“A mathematical formula,” the young scholar said confidently.
What?
Mathematical formula?
A giant in the medical field left behind a mathematical formula before his death?