The cover of the notebook is brown, and the shape is the same as the notebook that Ronan always keeps with him. They are loose-leaf. However, due to years of use and the influence of the large amount of pen and ink records inside, the brown-covered notebook looks looser, and the cover is somewhat bulging. The inside

There is no paper-like soft screen either.

Ronan put his notebook aside and carefully opened the brown leather notebook.

In the middle of the title page of the note, there is a neat hand-drawn figure. Just like what often appears in geometry classes, a triangular pyramid, to be precise, a regular tetrahedron, and its inscribed spheres and circumscribed spheres, together form a complete set of

Flawless graphic structure.

Under this group of graphics, someone wrote four short sentences in a scrawled handwriting that seemed to make sense but did not make sense:

My heart is like a prison, my heart is like a furnace;

My heart is called the mirror, and my heart is called the country.

Ronan did not dare to say that he could understand the true meaning of this group of graphics and sixteen words. However, every time he turned to this page and watched and silently recited, all the messy thoughts would settle down, and his mind would naturally become clear and quiet.

After staying on the title page for a few seconds, Ronan turned back and looked for content and keywords related to pharmaceutical preparations in the dense words. He pondered over those profound words and complex molecular formulas:

"Weak effect, substitution, simplification...Grandpa, please help me!"

In the murmur, time passed by quickly.

The lights outside the window turned on and off. In front of the workbench, Ronan's attention was always going back and forth between the notebook and the experimental utensils, adding various pharmaceutical raw materials based on the data in the notebook.

During this period, he only took a nap during the slow reaction stage of the raw materials and slept for about two hours.

At 3:15 in the morning, as the last drop of solution was added, the turbid liquid in the reaction vessel began to boil violently, and its color slowly changed.

Ronan stared closely at the transparent vessel that seemed to explode at any time to confirm whether the reaction met the requirements. After two minutes, he moved his somewhat stiff neck and began to clean up the debris on the experimental table while counting in a low voice:

"Dimethyltryptamine stock is 0, Cassidy stock is 0, medroxyfenac is 2 mg, cetilistat is 5 mg..."

Following his words, the personal notebook spread out on the experimental table, the soft paper-like screen opened flickered, and the record table on the interface automatically changed the relevant data. The stocks of most of the drugs in it have been reset to zero, or

Infinitely approaches zero.

The debris that Ronan cleaned up was mainly the packaging containers of these medicines. He sorted the recyclable ones for cleaning and disinfection and the non-recyclable ones. It took about half an hour to restore order and cleanliness to the small workbench.

The light green medicine in the reaction vessel also slowly cooled after continuous boiling. At this point, it was basically certain that his efforts throughout the night were not in vain.

However, there is also a corresponding short record in the brown leather notebook: "Q-11R developed multiple peripheral neuritis; Q-27R developed allergic symptoms and was on the verge of death; other experimental subjects showed no abnormality... It basically has a substitution effect, and side effects are difficult

Sure."

Ronan shook his head, guessing that the time was still a little short, so he swiped the soft screen to connect to the Internet and enter the "Secret Star" forum that he often visited.

Although it was early in the morning, the night owls on the forum were still having a lively debate.

The center of the debate was Xia Cheng.

The recent weird "earthquake period" in Xia City has set off waves of climax in this forum full of mystical tendencies. Many people are discussing the causes of earthquakes, geological structure, plate resonance, leakage of vitality... What's so strange?

Weird topics can be brought up.

Some people even swear that a large company is conducting secret experiments in Xiacheng recently, which may be the source of this "earthquake period".

Ronan has no interest in these boring topics at all. To say he is interested, there are only two points:

1. Will the earthquake affect his experiments?

Second, will the growing panic allow my aunt to take him back by force?

Ronan habitually entered the permission password and was about to log in to the internal section of the forum, but the website prompt popped up: "Your permissions are insufficient, please apply for verification from the administrator."

For a moment, Ronan was stunned and slapped his forehead lightly. Yes, he had been kicked into the dark room. The reason for being banned was simple: during extraordinary times, all purchase stickers would be treated as fishing stickers.

This is a new rule established by the forum after the police destroyed a transnational illegal drug trading network half a month ago. The news was getting louder, but Ronan was caught in the crossfire.

Having your ID blocked is not a big deal, but being cut off from drug channels is a big problem.

Judging from his current stock of pharmaceutical raw materials, even if Ms. Luo Shuqing does not take action, he will soon be unable to continue. And among the fifty commonly used drugs required, most of them are included in the psychotropic drug control list. As a minor,

He couldn't buy it from a drugstore.

Is it really necessary to take the "black line"?

Although this channel on the "Secret Star" forum is illegal, the source of goods is quite reliable. Many of them are "additional transactions" by manufacturers to avoid strict psychotropic drug control, and they can barely be considered a "commercial" category.

As for the "black line", the quality of the trial products brought by "Ink" today is pretty good. But the supply of goods on this line is for serious crimes, and its upstream and downstream are closely related to gangs - to put it bluntly,

That's a bunch of drug dealers!

So...compared to dealing with drug dealers, what's the point of joining the Occult Research Society as a handyman? He doesn't expect to get the raw materials from the society, as long as he can find a new evolution channel, he will make money.

Finally, the liquid in the reaction vessel stopped boiling and cooled rapidly.

Ronan immediately put aside all distracting thoughts, opened the valve, let the medicine flow into the prepared needleless syringe, and then injected this huge amount of psychotropic drug mixture into the blood vessel of his upper arm.

From beginning to end, his expression did not change at all.

Next, Ronan meticulously cleaned the experimental equipment, and then pressed the reset button to restore it to a black suitcase. Then he took off his experimental gloves, carefully put the brown leather notebook back into the hidden compartment, and put the refrigerator in

Hide it in the bookcase and go to the bathroom to wash up.

At 4 o'clock sharp, Ronan changed into a sports hoodie, walked out of the house with a black leather notebook that he never left behind, and began his unshakable daily morning run.
Chapter completed!