After looking at it for a while, Lin Feng put aside the work log of how this scientist studied hallucinogens.

He probably knew how the people here died.

The sudden evaporation of hallucinogens caused a large number of people outside to inhale.

All of these people were trapped in terrifying fantasies.

These people were so scared that they were so scared.

Psychological hints.

Sacrifice murals play this role. Under powerful psychological hints, people who are exposed to hallucinogens will see miracles.

The problem is that Lin Feng feels that the hallucinogen that makes people suffocate after sniffing does not come from the dugong lamp.

This can no longer be called a hallucinogen.

This is an anesthetic.

Hallucinogens do not achieve this effect.

The entire hallucinogen is a product that is prepared to set off a mysterious atmosphere.

Anyone who smells hallucinogens will die.

So what to do for making this hallucinogen?

Kill the priest?

So if everyone's organs are exhausted, it must be another kind of anesthetic.

This is what Lin Feng wants.

Lin Feng found the second, third, and fourth work logs and studied them carefully.

The most common thing about Lin Feng is time.

There are almost no people in some small towns in the northeast. No matter how long Lin Feng lives here, no one will notice it.

He stayed here for almost a month.

He found a small village, and there was no one in it.

In the brick and tile house that had not yet collapsed, Lin Feng carefully studied these words. He could not understand many of the professional words and symbols, but he knew clearly the words on the work log and there was no problem.

He gradually figured out what the former Russian scientists were studying in an unknown city.

What kind of thing is this? Is it super ancient ruins?

...

It's still foggy, at 7:00 pm.

Mr. Hamilton felt that his blood pressure was high.

He can't contact the middleman anymore.

He originally thought he had been cheated.

Someone actually dares to lie to themselves!

Mr. Hamilton was furious and did not see that those mercenaries could show off their power in the world, but in fact, they were still no match for the big chaebols like Hamilton.

Mr. Hamilton wanted to kill them, it was no more difficult than crushing an ant.

Those who violate the spirit of the contract will eventually be swallowed by the contract. Among the middlemen and people like Hamilton, the contract is to protect the middlemen and restrain Mr. Hamilton!

"Finding the middleman, I want to know what he is doing."

Hamilton gave the order, and soon the news came.

The middleman committed suicide by swallowing a gun.

"Suicide?"

Hamilton opened his eyes wide and was at a loss. He hesitated in his castle for a long time and pondered for a long time.

Because he smelled the danger.

He was judging how much this danger had reached.

In the eyes of people like Hamilton, this world is just a big playground.

He is a tourist such as a playground.

The rest of the people, no matter who they are or what skills they have, are just NPCs that serve theirs.

The same is true.

He was thinking about something, which one is more important, the crisis that continues to pursue, and the peace of mind he can get.

Finally, Hamilton knocked on the cane.

He decided to do these things with the right amount.

"Call Lemina over here, I want to have a friendly and friendly exchange with that seller."

He said plainly.

He chose a relatively compromised path.

As for FSB.

The FSB people don't know what's going on.

Those unlucky agents did not die. The anesthetics are not only useful to people, but also to wild animals.

The animals sensed the danger and did not come at all.

These agents were not frozen to death.

After they came back, they reported on the matter, and then the matter was suppressed.

"Lin Feng."

The person in charge of FSB also felt a headache when he saw this name.

"what to do?"

The deputy asked him, and he said with some distress: "I don't know, to ask someone to approach him, or to release our kindness through official means?"

The FSB decided to report this matter.

Ask your superiors to have a headache.

We will no longer serve this kind of world-breaking.

...

northeast.

Lin Feng put a few plants that should not belong to the earth, but were produced on the earth, in front of his eyes.

These plants have their own names.

Compound No. 1 to No. 6.

A simple and effective name.

This is the name of these six plants and the ratio of hallucinogens. These scientists have almost made it.

Anesthetics are variants of hallucinogens.

It's another kind of disaster!

Lin Feng was wrongly guessed that what these scientists really wanted to make was not hallucinogens or anesthetics.

These two are very important, and these scientists are indeed studying this thing along with it.

In the chemical gas war, it only takes a little to create good things of death and fear. Who doesn’t need them?

Russians don't just want torrent of steel.

They also need these weapons.

But what is really being studied in the entire nameless city of industry is the thing that was drunk by the priests.

This is also a hallucinogen.

However, according to their research, after drinking this hallucinogen, people can be resurrected from the dead and see the dead and the gods.

Most importantly, they believed that the priests of this tribe were one person from beginning to end.

They speculated that this thing is similar to the wine of Changsheng.

This was nonsense, until someone sent these alloy plates over, and the alloy plates were just a little bit. They carefully cut down a little bit of alloy along the edge without words and conducted experiments.

"It may be a meteorite from an alien planet."

How this alloy is made is also confusing.

This is the main direction of their research.

Then they asked where the thing came from.
To be continued...