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There is no point in continuing to investigate the case.

Throughout the next day, the remaining three people were busy with other things.

Ou Xiameng forced herself to calm down and took out a copy of the mythical symbol that contained a large amount of data, as well as the notebook and pen found in Liang Zhichu's room. She did not go through Liang Zhichu's personal privacy in front of it, she just wanted to read the notebook.

Make use of the blank paper at the back and try to complete the final step of the smelting method by hand calculation, and organize the complex data into method conclusions that can be easily described.

She didn't know if she could leave, but she just thought that if she died too, leaving something behind would make her death more meaningful. Assuming that her colleagues in other scientific research stations were in the same situation as herself, she would also

Without the assistance of quantum data, on the entire J919, the only one who has the opportunity to complete the final calculation with pen and paper is himself. If everyone dies and all the metal plates with the mythical symbols are lost, then what happened here all those years ago

The investment on the planet will be all in vain. If we find a way to calculate the final formula and use a more reliable carrier to store this small amount of information, even if everyone dies, the project will not be considered a failure.

Samantha helped Nur Ahom try to further improve the performance of the antique broadcast equipment.

After more than two days, people in various scientific research stations seemed to be showing off their talents. One of the scientific research stations found a way to enhance the strength of the broadcast signal sent to the outside world, and communicated its situation to the outside world in a concise text.

It was broadcast.

Although Nur Ahong could not reply, he generally knew some information.

The other party is the No. 9 Scientific Research Station in the Roentgen Mountains, about 300 kilometers away from the No. 117 Scientific Research Station in the Tara Basin. Last night and the night before, there were also two murders. The deceased were two scientific workers like Ou Xiameng.

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Subsequently, the No. 9 scientific research station in the Roentgen Mountains announced a method to enhance the broadcast signal. Soon, each scientific research station announced its own situation to the outside world.

Nur Ahong was shocked. Abnormal deaths occurred in almost all scientific research stations, and the identities of the deceased were different.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, the professional pilots who can drive small fast armed ships in all scientific research stations are still alive.

Nur Ahong informed Ou Xiameng of the information he collected.

In the evening, the three of them got together again and tried to analyze something from this phenomenon.

Samantha said: "This is most likely an attack launched by the Compound Eyes through an infiltration offensive. In any case, we should evacuate."

Ou Xiameng shook his head, "It's unlikely. Before I set off for J919 three years ago, I read the latest battle report. It would be difficult for the Compound Eyes to penetrate into the location of J919 within three years."

Nur Ahom: "But it's possible, isn't it? And it's even more likely that the Compound Eyes have some unknown means of remotely controlling our warriors."

"This is ridiculous. Now that humankind's technological level has surpassed those with compound eyes, the quantum resonance that used to control our thinking is no longer effective. Moreover, our warriors have all received will-strengthening training, and Siceta has not shown any signs of being controlled.

Signs." Ou Xiameng shook his head.

Nur Ahong: "You mean, is there really a fourth person who caused all the murders? And it's not the pilot? But if it's not the Compound Eyes, what kind of force is it? It can attack all the scientific research stations on the planet at the same time.

Attack at the same time, and this attack only kills one person every day?"

This question stumped Ou Xiameng.

She thought for a moment before saying: "The best choice at the moment is to evacuate as soon as possible. Request special military personnel to come and take over the scene."

Nur Ahun: "But our pilot is a direct suspect. Without him we would not be able to take off. In addition, I think we are responsible and it is necessary to conduct a more in-depth investigation. We are the parties involved and can see more information

, we have the responsibility to find out more truth. Even if it has to be handed over to military personnel, we can wait for people from other scientific research stations to evacuate first, and they will also send intelligence to the outside world."

The three fell into silence again.

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No one expected that two hours later, Nur Ahong suddenly rushed out of his dormitory, first let out a shrill roar, then blood surged out of his mouth, and then he curled up and fell to the ground.

He seemed to want to say something before he died, but in the end he didn't shout a single word. He trembled a few times and was silent again.

There are only two survivors and one suspect left in Research Station No. 117.

Ou Xiameng and Samantha, who rushed out after hearing the screams, looked at each other, frightened and confused.

The biggest suspect, Cicetta, was still imprisoned, but a third person died.

"What...what is going on?" Samantha's lips trembled with fear, "Should...or should we release Cicetta?"

Ou Xiameng shook his head, "Wait, I'll think about it, I'll think about it again..."

While the two were talking, three minutes passed and Nur Ahong's body on the ground turned blue and black.

Ou Xiameng was secretly frightened.

This is a symptom of poisoning.

The biggest suspect became the seemingly harmless Samantha.

But Ou Xia Meng did not say anything, but quietly moved towards the passage leading to the cell.

"Samantha, you wait here first. I'd better go and get Cissetta out first."

With the death of Nur Ahom, Osha Meng, as a senior researcher, automatically became the supreme leader.

The authority to release the suspect Cicetta naturally also belongs to Ou Xiameng.

Samantha nodded numbly and did not raise any questions.

Half an hour later, Ciceta, who had certain professional skills, completed the autopsy on Nur Ahun and determined that the cause of death was indeed food poisoning.

When Cicetta announced the results, Samantha was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, shook her head, and argued tearfully, "No...it's not me, I didn't poison the team leader. Besides, our meals are all the same."

It’s a big deal, why weren’t we poisoned and he was the only one who was poisoned? This is unreasonable! Besides, you have been talking about motives before, and I am the one with the least motives! Don’t look at me like that!”

Ou Xiameng first looked at Siseta, then at Samantha who fell limply on the ground, and then at Nur Ahom's body on the medical bed. His mind was in a mess.

Things have reached a complete deadlock.

There was nothing I could do, but I could only watch the dead people one after another.

And there is no doubt that if something is not done, people will die next.

No one knows who the next victim will be.

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Ou Xiameng spent half an hour collecting the messages broadcast by other teams.

Some teams have already taken off in small armed ships to escape, and some teams are also preparing.

More than half of the scientific research stations have suffered three deaths, and a small number of scientific research stations have only one or two people dead.

"We can't delay it any longer. We must evacuate immediately, otherwise we will all die here."

Cicetta said firmly.

"Okay, Cicetta, go and get ready."

"OK. It will take about four hours for me to adjust the ship to manual mode and then manually ignite the engine. During these four hours, both of you should pay attention to your own safety."

After Cicetta finished speaking, she went straight to the ship dock.

Ou Xiameng took out the suspected murder weapons such as the ion beam gun, alloy rope, Nur Ahong's dishes, chopsticks, plates, knives and forks, and placed them all on the workbench in the hall.

Before leaving, she tried to reorganize and analyze the case and make a final attempt.

Countless data, past experimental records, mechanical ecosystem research reports on J919, various death details of the deceased and the current status of survivors at other scientific research stations were tumbling over and over in her head.

In the end, her eyes fell on Liang Zhichu's notebook.

At this time, the notebook was open, with her own handwritten draft of calculation data on it.

"I will do one last calculation." Ou Xiameng said to herself. She already had some intuition in her heart.

She grabbed the notebook again and picked up the pen.

At the same time, she said: "Samantha, help me get the mechanical logical thinking enhancement potion."

Ou Xiameng decided to give it a final try.

She was unwilling to run away in despair. Not only for the sake of research, but also for the sake of those who died in unclear circumstances.

When Samantha heard this, she wondered: "Dr. O, what are you going to do? That medicine will cause irreversible mechanization of your brain..."

"Please bring me the potion, thank you."

Ou Xiameng interrupted Samantha and urged again.

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Three hours later, Ou Xiameng put down the pen in his hand.

The last page of the notebook in front of her has been filled with writing.

She took a deep breath.

I already have a clear understanding in my heart.

Ou Xiameng picked up the ion beam gun and walked towards the dock.

Ou Xiameng: "Ciceta, I have turned on the function of your combat uniform. Take this gun, go to the gate of the base, point it at the sky, and fire it at the frequency I said."

Cissetta: "What are you going to do?"
To be continued...