However, after a while, someone came to call Wu Lin over.

Out of curiosity, Zhao Yuanle also followed.

After walking through an underground passage, we arrived at another large, empty room. The electric lights above illuminated the entire room.

Rows of people covered with white cloth lay neatly on the ground.

Zhao Yuanle recognized these people.

They are those who were contaminated with poisonous gas and then killed their companions and committed suicide.

Zhao Yuanle saw a group of people standing there checking, several of them wearing black cloth like masks on their mouths.

Zhao Yuanle covered his nose and looked at Wu Lin again.

Wu Lin frowned, took out a white mask from himself, then took out another one and handed it to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle took the mask: "Why do you have everything?"

Wu Lin: "Because you said you wanted to spend his money carelessly."

Over there, Ming Haoyan waved to Wu Lin.

"You come and take a look too."

Wu Lin passed by, and Zhao Yuanle followed suit.

Ming Haoyan glanced at Zhao Yuanle: "You want to see it too?"

The person who just died almost vomited when he saw it. Now, after looking at the situation, I am afraid that my lunch will be in vain.

Zhao Yuanle hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Let's take a look."

Ming Haoyan moved his position and raised his hand to let others lift the white cloth covering these people.

Zhao Yuanle saw the red spots on these people's skin at a glance, and there was a pungent smell coming from their bodies.

Wu Lin looked at it carefully, but he didn't get close because he felt it was dirty. He found a magnifying glass from somewhere and turned around to look at the details everywhere.

Ming Hao said: "They basically develop erythema after three hours, with blood oozing out of the mouth, nose, ears, and eyelids.

Although they are already dead bodies, their skin is still changing, which is not a normal post-mortem symptom, but should be the influence of the so-called poisonous gas before."

As he spoke, he thought of those horses.

"Those horses are all kept in the suburbs. Someone wrote before that no red spots can be seen on these horses, but pus gradually emerges from the exposed skin, their eyes are also inflamed, they have loss of appetite, are restless, and their breathing sounds change."

Listening to these descriptions, Wu Lin thought about what he had seen in his mind.

Zhao Yuanle's face slowly turned dark, and his eyes were burning with anger.

Ming Haoyan noticed something strange about her and cast a questioning look.

Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth: "If I guess correctly, this poisonous gas is called mustard gas."

Wu Lin turned around and said, "Is this what mustard tastes like?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "This is probably impure and contains impurities, so the taste is not the same.

But depending on the situation, it should be this."

Ming Hao said: "Then, is there anything that can resist or detoxify this poisonous gas?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "No, this thing does not have any antidote that can resist the toxicity.

As long as the skin touches it, or if it is inhaled, it will be poisoned, and if you are alive, your death will be even more uncomfortable."

The infamous poisonous gas.

Little devils in history often used this poisonous gas to massacre.

Thinking of this, she felt angry in her heart.

Zhao Yuanle: "Maybe it's not collusion with the West, but maybe it's with the East."

Ming Haoyan nodded: "It's not impossible, but Japanese slaves from the East have limited abilities."

Zhao Yuanle snorted coldly.

"Now it seems that their abilities are limited, but what about in the future? They are ambitious like poisonous snakes. Who knows when they seize the opportunity, they will be bitten.

If you ask me, if you find them daring to move again, you should be beaten to death."

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth: "I read in the history books that there was a naval battle with them decades ago. We should have wiped them all out at that time. What are we still doing?"

Ming Haoyan didn't expect Zhao Yuanle to have such a big opinion against Dongyang.

He paused, nodded and said, "I will make suggestions if I have the opportunity."

Zhao Yuanle took out a breath and continued: "I remember what this thing is called."

She looked at Wu Lin: "I remember that you have read almost all the chemistry books. Let me tell you, the chemical name of this thing is dichlorodiethyl sulfide, and its chemical formula is carbon tetrahydrooctachlorodisulfide."

As she said that, she looked at Ming Haoyan: "Do you have paper and pen?"

Someone next to me handed it over.

Zhao Yuanle scribbled out the chemical formula on it.

She pointed it out to Wu Lin.

"This, sulfur dichloride can be produced by using chlorine and sulfur, and ethylene can be produced by heating paraffin oil to 300 degrees Celsius.

You know the catalyst, alumina, is the layer on the surface of the aluminum sheet.

Use these to get the mustard gas."

She said bitterly: "This can be stored for a long time, as long as it is placed in a cool and dry place.

If you do it then, remember to be careful."

Wu Lin looked at the chemical formula on the paper, then looked at the angry Zhao Yuanle, and nodded.

"I see."

Zhao Yuanle snorted: "Poison them to death."

Ming Haoyan coughed.

"It's easy to cover the skin, but how can you not breathe? You will encounter this thing during the production process. Could it be that you have to wear a big bottle, like a sea diver, to make this?"

He thought of other points.

"The room where this thing is made must be as airtight as possible, and no one should be around it."

Zhao Yuanle took the pen, brushed it twice, and drew a rough image of a gas mask.

"This, like this."

Several people came up to look at each other and looked at each other, not quite understanding.

Wu Lin understood it immediately.

"Like a pig."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes, it's the same as a pig, like a pig's snout, made in this shape, where the air intake is, clean charcoal, and anti-smoke, a small box, effective, after a period of use

Change again.”

Ming Hao made it clear.

He thought that the ambush by some people had allowed him to get a lot of useful things, and the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.

The unclear memories in Zhao Yuanle's mind are now extremely clear.

She affirmed: "No one has this thing yet. Let's get it out first and reserve more. It will be of great use when there is a war."

Ming Haoyan nodded, and the eyes of the people beside him sparkled.

If you have both poisonous gas and poisonous gas, then...

Many people felt happy.

Ming Haoyan sighed: "I asked you a lot at first, but why didn't I think of this?"

Zhao Yuanle snorted coldly: "Because I'm not as vicious as some beasts."

So she never thought about this before.

She only thinks about firearms, bombs, airplanes and cannons.

Ming Haoyan coughed in a low voice and said nothing.

Because if he had these weapons, he would definitely use them against the enemy without hesitation on the battlefield.

Of course, this thing is indeed too poisonous and cannot be used on ordinary people on either side.

Because of the information provided by Zhao Yuanle, the people on Ming Zhuoyan's side began to get busy with great interest.

Wu Lin was also curious about this kind of thing. After leaving here, he went into his room and read books.

He felt that what Zhao Yuanle said was too rough. Maybe he could find a better way by reading the book himself.

Ming Haoyan took advantage of the time and took Zhao Yuanle out.

Ming Hao said: "The person who will take you home has already been arranged. Regarding the matter of renting the pig, I may come to you in two days."

Zhao Yuanle was still immersed in anger and nodded calmly.

Seeing her like this, Ming Haoyan couldn't help but said: "There is no need to be too angry about things that may not happen, as anger will hurt the liver."

Zhao Yuanle: "If the liver is cut, it can grow again, but if it is injured, it will be injured."
To be continued...