On the Containment Procedures of the Foundation in Meiman

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Experiment 1-1

Presented by: Dr. Tony Stark

Perform material extraction on sarcophagus chains.

Using a 1000-degree high-temperature flame to continuously burn the iron chain: no obvious change.

Use a 3200-degree high-temperature flame to continuously burn the iron chain: After 5 hours, the iron chain is burned to red, but it is still hard. When the flame is removed, the iron chain cools down within 1 minute.

Dispatch Number: Personnel D-9526, Afu

Sample the sarcophagus.

(How to take samples is at the discretion of D-class personnel)

Use electric drill: damage 3 electric drills, no change in the rock coffin.

With rhinestones: for about 30 minutes, the sarcophagus is extremely fresh and clean.

Using laser: lasts about 10 minutes without any change.

Suggested by D-Class: use ink.

Experimental record:

Ah Fu: The orangutan broke a branch!Can't this work?

Afu: I don't believe it.

Ah Fu: What does the pattern above mean?

Ah Fu: I want a bucket of ink, and I want to paint him.

Experimenter: Allowed.

Ah Fu smeared the ink all over the rock coffin.

The sarcophagus changed, the iron lock of nearly half a meter was automatically unlocked, the iron chain fell, and the door of the sarcophagus opened.

reveal the coffin inside.

The interior of the sarcophagus began to heat up.

After reaching about 150 degrees, the ink on the surface of the rock coffin disappeared.

The sarcophagus was sealed again.

Follow-up: Abel appeared, yelling, frantically trying to kill D-9526 Ah Fu!

Chapter 96 Watching

florida...

Alexander Lance looked at the broken bowl in his hand.

Only a few cents.

Can't help sighing: "The job of beggar is so difficult!"

Suddenly a few people stepped forward and dropped ten dollars, pointing at Lance's back and asking, "Did you make this?"

Lance looked back with some doubts, and saw a strange statue behind him at some point.

A strange humanoid statue with a large head and a human body.

It looks like a person but not a person. It looks weird, fierce, and even a little scary, but after careful inspection, it has a simple and cute shape and a cute expression at the same time.

When Lance was about to say that this had nothing to do with me, he suddenly noticed that there were more crowds around.

They all came up and threw out their dollars.

"Hello, did you make this?"

Lance hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Yes, I did it!"

People around exclaimed: "What a talent!"

"Yes!"

"Must be a master!"

"It's so meaningful!"

"Sure enough, the master is among the people!"

A girl working on self-media interviewed on the spot: "Master, what do you think of other people's views on this work of art?"

Lance replied without hesitation: "It all depends on the audience's opinion. He may think he is a human being, or a god, or something else. For example, like a sign on the road, it only contains The only message. No matter what language you know in which country, you just need to see it to know its meaning. But painting is completely different from it. Different people can see different things, and even see the opposite stuff." (Salute to Mr. Izumi Kato)

There was warm applause all around.

The girl asked again: "Then why did you bring it here, master! Why don't you go to the exhibition hall?"

Lance was overjoyed, secretly said a good opportunity, pretended to sigh helplessly and said, "It's not because I don't have money to participate in the exhibition, otherwise I will definitely go."

The surrounding crowd immediately began to sympathize with this down-and-out "artist".

They all extended their helping hands to bring warmth to this artist.

The girl took out a thousand dollars and handed it to Lance: "Master, these may help you."

Lance almost laughed out loud, forced to hold back his smile: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Wipe away tears of joy: "Thank you everyone! I will work hard!"

"Everyone was moved to tears!"

"Master is really a man of temperament!"

"It's all the fault of those nasty capitalists!"

Street exhibitions continue until late at night.

The money Lance received has already been packed in sacks, otherwise it would be too much to fit.

Lance looked to see that there was no one on the street.

Look back at the statue.

"It's really my sweet baby!"

Some excitedly caressed the statue, and will rely on it to maintain life in the future.

When I just turned around and prepared to count the money.

Suddenly, he found himself turned around again.

Then I heard a "click".

Lance felt a little puzzled: I just turned around!How can you still see the back?

Before Lance could figure it out, he fell to the ground and gradually became stiff.

The six gangsters in the distance have been paying attention to the beggar for a while, and they are discussing how to rob him!

When he turned around, he found that the beggar was gone.

"What about people?"

"I don't know! It was still there just now!"

"He can't run far, chase after him." After all, even if you carry a sack of money, you can't run far.

But when I got to the statue, I was startled.

Lance leaned down, his face facing the sky, and his head was wrenched off by a huge force.

"Dead, dead?"

A few people looked around, and there was nothing humanoid except for this statue.

"It appears he has been robbed."

"Not necessarily." A member pointed to the sack on the ground: "I saw that he used this to store money."

"It's definitely not, don't look at it."

An unbelieving member kicked the sack, and dollars were thrown out instantly.

"After the robbery, the money was not taken away after killing someone."

"Why do he care so much! Wouldn't it be better if he didn't take it away!" After speaking, he lowered his body and began to put money in his arms.

The few remaining people didn't care so much, and immediately joined the ranks of grabbing money.

"You have enough money!"

"Save some for me."

"What are you doing with so much?"

The four of them worked together to squeeze out the two who grabbed the most.

"click" "click"

"Wait a minute!" Gangster A suddenly shouted: "There is a sound, did you hear it?"

The other three also stood up holding a pile of money: "How can there be!"

A few people looked around, and were surprised to find that the two punks had also fallen to the ground.

The head was turned behind.

Punk C took a step back in fright, and said tremblingly, "Is there a ghost?"

"Impossible, how can there be ghosts in this world! It is estimated that someone wanted to rob them."

A nodded in agreement, and calmly analyzed: "He didn't dare to show up, which means that there are fewer people than us. He should be alone. The four of us are not afraid of him."

Gangster B said: "There is no place to hide people here, pay attention to the streets."

The four immediately looked in pairs to see if there was any suspicious person.

"Click"

The C-mixer fell to the ground in response.

The three of them were immediately startled.

Ding Gang was so frightened that he didn't even care to take the money in his hand, and said in horror: "There really is a ghost!" His body was tightly attached to A and B.

"elder brother!"

"What's the matter?"

Gangster B pointed to the statue and said, "The statue seems to be in the wrong place!"

Gangster A looked at the statue: "It seems to be wrong."

"It might be a ghost!" Ding Hunang hurriedly backed away when he heard that the statue was abnormal, and said silently: "Almighty Lord! Help me!"

"Go, go up and have a look, there must be someone inside." Gangster A rolled up his sleeves and prepared to step forward: "Help me hold him and prevent him from running away."

Seeing that A is still so strong, B and D feel a little more at ease, and boldly grab the arms of the statue.

"Brother, don't worry! He can't escape."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that gangster A had already run to the intersection.

A sentence came from a distance: "Run! What are you doing here?"

B and D can't help but curse out a classic line: "**"

run away.

Bastard B had just run two steps when he heard a "click".

Looking back quickly, he was horrified to find that the sculpture had arrived behind him at some point.

His hands have already touched Gangster B's neck.

Gangster B was trembling all over, he didn't dare to blink his eyes, let alone make any noise.

Staring at the statue, he backed away slowly.

It was found that the statue was still in place without any movement.