Weird story about rules: I can see hidden hints

Chapter 138 Proving Ground

Gu Sheng couldn't help but be angry. He finally found the trace of Zhao Shengli, but when he saw such a taunting note, he wanted to kill him at the moment.

However, this thought only circulated in his mind for a few times before being thrown out of his mind.

After getting angry, he still had to pick up the broom in the corner and start cleaning the room. There were scraps of paper and dripping ink everywhere, almost occupying the entire floor. This was no small task.

It is already late for students to finish school, and coupled with the time he was wasted on the first floor just now, there are still at most three hours before students get up.

He really doesn't have enough time.

Gu Sheng also knew the meaning of Zhao Shengli's actions, which was to occupy all his time and not let him have time to find other clues.

"It seems that your plan ends here!" Gu Sheng snorted coldly, first gathering up the scraps of paper on the ground, and then started to clean up the ink traces.

The large bucket at the front of the classroom had the most ink and was the most difficult to clean. It took him more than an hour, but he could only clean half of it. By this time, his arms had already begun to swell.

Gu Sheng ignored the pain on his arm. Instead, he squatted around the piles of ink garbage and carefully twisted it with his hands. His movements were very gentle, as if he was feeling his lover's watery skin.

Seven or eight minutes later, Gu Sheng stopped. He finally found what he wanted.

Under the cold moonlight, there were inconspicuous particles on the tips of his fingers, which were very fine but very hard.

Gu Sheng activated his skills on these tiny objects, and suddenly an unexpected but reasonable prompt appeared in front of him.

[Fine bone chips: Don’t you often see this kind of thing when you have surgery? 】

"God damn it, I did an operation to produce blood. That's what surgery does. My operation only produces blood..."

Gu Sheng muttered a few words and flicked the bone chips away from his hand. Then he raised his eyes to look at the ink that had not yet been collected. He shuddered for no reason and was a little frightened by Zhao Shengli's methods.

If he guessed correctly, the ink here was mixed with bone fragments, and even this was only a small part of it. The more had been used up by Zhao Shengli and others.

Fine bone chips are occasionally produced during surgical operations, but to achieve such a large amount, the only way is to dry the bones and grind them manually manually.

"The ink is mixed with bone fragments. What is its purpose? Is it a mysterious ritual or just for fun?"

Gu Sheng shook his head. It was just fun. He didn't believe that people like Zhao Shengli would go to such great lengths to do this just for fun, unless the bone scraps were an indispensable part of some of his purposes.

Suddenly, he froze in place. The smell of paper, ink, and sweet almonds was already obvious. He finally remembered where he smelled this smell for the first time.

"Absolutely, the books in Shen Ruoyan's dormitory all have this smell."

Gu Sheng fell to the ground, muttering to himself, and then remembered that the second time he smelled this smell was when Teacher Mi reminded him to be careful. At that time, the other party was moving these teaching materials.

"Students have headaches because of these inks, so why do some people get the books first and some get them later? Even if they are in the same grade, it is not the same time, unless they are printing these things according to the names of the people..."

Thinking of this, Gu Sheng jumped up from the floor, took three steps at a time and came to the sacks, and started rummaging through them carefully.A few minutes later, he saw Shen Ruoyan's name on the sack. Although the handwriting was blurred, Gu Sheng could still tell that it was definitely Shen Ruoyan.

Immediately afterwards, he found Pan Nuannuan's name. The name's position on the sack was the same.

Following this train of thought, Gu Sheng looked at all the sacks on the ground, and the last sack slowly slipped from his hand, "So they are all here, they are the last batch!"

The names on these sacks are all the students that Gu Sheng saw at the door of the infirmary last night. Those people were not because there was something wrong with the Hawthorn Pills, but simply because they did not get the teaching aid materials.

Now that these teaching aids have been printed, they will naturally no longer have pain.

This was also Zhao Shengli's plan. Even if Gu Sheng tried his best to prove that there was no problem with the Hawthorn Pill, it would be too late because it would have no meaning at all.

"Everyone's bone fragments correspond to each person's books and materials, and the things in these materials can make students no longer have pain, and on the contrary, it will also allow them to improve their academic performance. It is really a genius idea..."

Gu Sheng suddenly remembered the contents of the book about pain. Everything in this school was like a large experimental field, and these students were the experimental targets.

Zhao Shengli and the teachers are the caretakers and recorders of this experimental site, responsible for completing this experiment involving thousands of people.

Gu Sheng stood up like a zombie, walked to the printing press, or to two large barrels to be precise, and collected all the fine white powder in the gaps.

That's not all. He took out a few empty beakers, as well as solutions of hydrochloric acid and sulfuric acid from the cabinet next to him. There were a lot of bits and pieces. Finally, he found a dusty test strip on the top of the cabinet. .

At this time, Gu Sheng couldn't care less about cleaning the classroom and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the chemistry experiment.

Gu Sheng may not be able to complete other complex experiments in this simple laboratory, but for his next experiment, he only needs to use hydrochloric acid and sulfuric acid solutions, and a test strip that can display.

Seven or eight minutes later, Gu Sheng poured the collected white solution into distilled water, shook the beaker slowly to dissolve part of it, then mixed it with the prepared solution, and dipped a little test paper on it.

There was no reaction on the test strip, as if it had been wet with water.

Seeing this result, a trace of anger quietly creeped onto Gu Sheng's expressionless face, causing his cheeks to twitch unconsciously, and the light in his eyes became even more frighteningly gloomy.

This is not good news. This result means that Gu Sheng has broken the last illusion in his heart.

Without time to adjust his mood, Gu Sheng poured all the solutions into the sewer, and then followed the same steps again, except this time he turned on the alcohol lamp when melting the powder.

Under the blue flames, Gu Sheng stared nervously at the reagents above. At a certain moment, he suddenly reached out and took it off with a clip, and then at lightning speed, mixed the solutions in the beakers in front of him.

While there was still heat escaping from the beaker, Gu Sheng put the test strip in.

Suddenly, a thrilling sky blue appeared on the white test strip.

"No wonder it tastes like sweet almond, it really does..."

(End of this chapter)