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 going to the laboratory she was in, she went to another room.

This is a very small room, only about ten square meters. There is only a table and a chair in the room, plus a nine-square grid puzzle with 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 could rely on the Internet to find these data. But she still asked: "What is this?"

"These are some mathematical and physical formulas, and there are a few examples next to them. Please read all six examples 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, let alone ten minutes, even if it is one lesson a day, I can't do it. Growing up, my math scores have not 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 math puzzle on the table: "Do you know how to play this?"

There are ten grids in total, but there are only nine small wooden boards. This is slightly more complicated than the kindergarten which only has "1, 2, 3, 4, 5". There are addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. If you count "1", you can use moving.

The method gradually moves to the "1" position.

"I know how to do this!" Xining sat down happily and started to work slowly.

His attitude is serious and impeccable! Although he is only in elementary school, according to the standards of this country, he can only perform addition, subtraction, multiplication and division calculations in sixth grade at most.

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 read this calculation question."

He also gave her a pen: "You can try to calculate it."

Xining took the pen, put the paper in front of him, lifted the pen, as if he was thinking about it. Then he raised his head, with an innocent look on his face: "I really can't understand any of the questions. I haven't studied it."

But the assistant did not laugh or roll his eyes, but still smiled: "It doesn't matter, take a closer look 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. He didn't know why, but felt very uneasy.

She thought for a while, stood up, and walked to the door. Only to find 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, but I didn't just throw it out of the blue: "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."

It is a six-digit combination lock.

The feeling was 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, picked up the pen, and wrote quickly while coughing.

Five minutes later, after she had filled up the whole piece of paper, she seemed to be unable to calculate. So she turned the paper over angrily, slapped it heavily on the table, picked up the chair, and went to the door, using the chair to start writing.

Break the door lock.

Lawrence's voice came from the speaker again: "Miss Austin, this lock can't 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

You can go out."

If you don't know how to do it, just guess.

However, Experiment 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 time passed by. Soon after, the time was up, the door lock was not broken open, and the sprinkler began to release tear gas into the room.

Looking at the small room, smoke filled the air. In the smoke, Experiment No. 37 covered his mouth and nose with his clothes and feet, but he kept coughing violently. His body gradually 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.

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Although if the person is moved to a ventilated place, the symptoms will be relieved after a while and they can recover without any sequelae. However, if you inhale too much and the time is 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 she didn't want to lose an experimental subject, or a good cook. The food she cooked did taste good...The prosecutor then said: "You go ahead, I'll leave first."

Lawrence went to see the prosecutor off anyway, shaking hands when he said goodbye: "I will submit the report on time at any time."

The prosecutor dismissed all doubts and left peacefully.

Xining was lying on the hospital bed, but his thoughts had already drifted to the Internet.

Mo Ming did not show up, only his voice sounded in a space of unknown size and 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. His face had been cleaned and oxygen was connected, but he had inhaled a bit too much and was unconscious when he was pulled out. It would take some time.

The physical damage will be over soon, but the psychological damage will be a bit tricky. Fortunately, her temperament is quite easy-going, so with a little comfort, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with it.

"Doctor!" The assistant handed him a folder with an uneasy expression on his face: "You'd better take a look at this."

Lawrence opened the folder, and his pupils suddenly tightened...

All six questions were answered correctly. There was no trace of alteration, and it was completed in one go.

In just five minutes, she finished 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 subjects also took five minutes.

The difference in time is that it uses chips to make everything like a computer.

The password is already out, and it only takes three seconds to open it with a few clicks of your finger. But why did she...
Chapter completed!