"Is the old leader in good health?" Zhou Mochen asked.

Mo Lingxin shook her head: "You have to call yourself and ask, I haven't been home for a long time."

Zhou Mochen also knew something about Mo Lingxin and his family. As soon as he spoke, he realized that he shouldn't ask. Seeing Mo Lingxin's expression a little sad, he immediately changed the topic: "You are not carrying out a mission, how could you get here?"

"The mission has been completed long ago. I am on vacation nearby and rushed over when I hear the news."

"Welcome!" Zhou Mochen stretched out his hand enthusiastically, "Now we need every point of strength."

However, Zhou Mochen's good mood was immediately wiped out by the following news.

As before, the request to use a weapon was unwaveringly rejected. This time, he didn't even have a chance to distinguish, only Bingbing's cold orders.

Hearing the ruthless hanging up from the opposite side, he pressed the phone heavily with a pale face. The "bang" sound scared everyone in the tent. Seeing his angry look, the busy others quickly avoided the distance.

Seeing Mo Lingxin's somewhat surprised gaze, he pressed his anger and said reluctantly: "You go and rest first, I will notify you if you need it."

"I'm in a state of great energy now, so I don't need to rest." Mo Lingxin shook her head.

"Okay, I'm going to see Dean Song Yujia now, let's come together."

"Okay, I just haven't seen Aunt Song for a long time."

When the two left the tent, they saw a large oil tanker driving outside the cordon. A soldier stepped forward and replaced the driver and drove in. A bunch of soldiers had been waiting there. After filling the oil in the car into the bucket, they used a trolley to push the oil tank towards the crack of the space.

Seeing this tanker truck that was transferred by himself, Zhou Mochen still frowned.

They walked dozens of meters along the street, and a larger group of tents appeared in front of them.

Unlike other places, the tents and things here are arranged neatly and are much quieter. Many men and women in white coats come from one tent to another from time to time, without saying a word.

Zhou Mochen walked straight into the largest tent.

When they opened the tent, they were filled with the dense keyboard typing sound. At first glance, they saw two rows in the middle of the tent, two rows of neatly four rows of computers. There was a researcher sitting in front of each computer. They were all focused on operating on the computer, and occasionally there would be short communication between each other.

"Where is Dean Song?" Zhou Mochen asked.

"Where is inside!" A researcher pointed to the back of the tent, and then they discovered that there was a small door here that put down the curtain.

From here, there was a surgical operation table. The operation table was the beast-shaped skull that Song Yujia brought back at that time. It was firmly fixed in the center by a rope, and dense wires were connected to it. Song Yujia and four of his subordinate researchers were wearing masks, holding instruments and instruments to explore the skull. Among them, there was a test tube rack. Under Song Yujia's command, various liquids were constantly sucked out and dripped onto the bone head. As they moved, the traffic lights on the instrument flashed, and the beeping sounds were kept.

"Aunt Song..." Mo Lingxin shouted happily.

Song Yujia turned her head and made a gesture of silence. Mo Lingxin spitted out her fragrant tongue and stopped talking.

After several more experiments, it took about seven or eight minutes. Song Yujia whispered: "Okay, everyone will first have ten minutes, and we will continue to experiment later."

She said while pulling off her mask and smiled and held Mo Lingxin's hand: "Lingxin, are you here too?"

Mo Lingxin nodded: "Yes, I received the notice. I heard that Aunt Song was here too, so I came over."

While they were talking, the researcher had packed up his things and exited the tent.

Song Yujia pulled two stools and asked them to sit down. After chatting for a few words, Zhou Mochen couldn't help it: "Director Song, have you noticed anything? What are you afraid of this thing?"

"I heard you have transferred batches of diesel to come?" Song Yujia lost his smile at Zhou Mochen. "I want to burn them clean at 1800 degrees? Is it all the things I learned in the teaching class? If creatures in different spaces are so easy to deal with, they need to mobilize so many troops as soon as possible?"

Zhou Mochen smiled bitterly: "I'm not helping me, I want to see if it can be of some effect."

Seeing that he admitted his mistake honestly, Song Yujia snorted and did not entangle anymore. He reached out to take a remote control. With a slight force, the large screen hanging on the tent showed a picture.

This should have been recorded just now. Song Yujia directed researcher to put a piece of skeleton fragments on the combustion platform. After a while, the white and bright flames ignited. Thirty seconds later, the flames went out. The bones were red like steel blocks that had not yet cooled in the steel furnace, but were completely damaged, but after cooling, they returned to their original appearance.

"The flame temperature just now was 3,400 degrees, much higher than diesel temperature," Song Yujia glanced at Zhou Mochen coldly, "Like the experiment in the past, the ignition point of all things in the different space is very high. If you really light a fire, it will only cause your own trouble."

"I just want to try it." Zhou Mochen looked embarrassed.

"It's best if I didn't try." Song Yujia didn't leave any face for him, and pressed the remote control again, "Like all previous experiments, the most impact on them was the earth's environment."

On the screen, there is another piece of bone fragment, which is open in the air at will.

"These are pictures of one minute, three minutes, six minutes and ten minutes respectively." As Song Yujia pressed her finger lightly, four pictures appeared one by one.

It can be clearly seen that in one minute, small gray dots appeared on the bone fragments, and in three minutes and six minutes, green and blue patches were added. By ten minutes, these patches were already very obvious.

Song Yujia's fingers moved lightly, and the middle of the screen changed into a small video. A metal clamp reached towards the obvious bone. With a light clip, it broke into pieces.

"This..." Zhou Mochen hesitated, he always felt something was wrong.

Song Yujia seemed to see through his thoughts, snorted, and moved his fingers again, and the screen turned into a lively scene, which was a scene of a large group of soldiers sweating and slashing the skeletons.

Zhou Mochen said "ah" and before he could speak, Song Yujia added: "This is a video, every five minutes, it's all backed up and sent it to you."

Zhou Mochen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully to Song Yujia.

Under the huge interference of space cracks, all electronic components failed, and even simple communication was so difficult. You can imagine how much effort it would take to record these videos.

With these videos, their difficulties will be reflected truthfully and quickly, and I believe that the ban on not allowing firearms will be lifted soon.

Song Yujia shook her head: "No need to thank me, I just don't want to hear that those idiots are not clear about the situation, so I just point fingers."
Chapter completed!