Ryan Harrison was suddenly transferred from his post in Iraq unprepared to investigate the serious accident in the icy Arctic Circle. I have to say that Caroline did put a lot of effort into this investigation. The pre-investigation preparation time that should have existed was artificially reduced to less than a day, and the information submitted by "Shen Bai" was not without details - the details are here. Even the krill in the Mermaid Recipe has a full traceback file, up to three inches thick.
If all goes well, the investigators will not be able to read all the materials in such a tight time, and all they can rely on is some basic information provided to them by "Deep White" through government channels. In such a case, the accompanying researcher only needs to adjust the narrative of the event information slightly, and the whole event will appear in front of the investigator's eyes in the way they want.
Unfortunately, Caroline is apparently unaware of Ryan's special abilities.
Ryan leaned against the railing of the lift platform, and the corner of his eyes stayed on Simon's young face. When the man's eyes were projected on him, he deliberately maintained a very subtle movement of a certain muscle on his face, knowing that. He will show a kind of dullness and dullness as if he is unaware, repeating that he does not know anything.
In fact, however, Ryan already knew everything he needed to know on the plane that came here—after all, photo memory is a nice gift for a CAI special investigator.
Simon Moy, the name rolled gently in Ryan's heart.
One of the most intelligent human beings currently known in the world.
A nineteen-year-old Dr.
A teenager who has been involved in what can be said to be the most secretive and most dangerous secret biological weapons experiment in the world since the age of sixteen.
He is indeed terrifyingly smart. Lane had been exposed to a case related to him. Simon used a common spiny dolphin toxin to synthesize a high-grade drug ten times more exciting and addictive than heroin at the age of seven (and at the age of seven). There was almost no way to detect it under the circumstances, and addicts could easily take it on a plane and travel the world)—however, with a seasoned investigator, the real test is not only Just IQ.
Lane is well aware of his talents beyond photographic memory: the illusions he makes in front of Simon quickly paralyze the latter's vigilance against him, which can be seen in his gushing about the experiments to Lane. It can be seen from the data, however, he did not know that Ryan was comparing his words with the memory in his mind verbatim.
In this way, even if Ryan doesn't know anything about the data all over the world, when there is a discrepancy between what Simon mentioned and the data, Ryan can easily catch the things that Deep White Biotechnology wants to hide. As a company that has worked with the government for years, some people have dangerous ideas about the experiment here—and Lane intuitively senses that something is wrong.
He didn't know what it was, but he would find out.
"so… "
Ryan opened his mouth in a way that would not make people wary, and asked the only question that did not appear on any paper, but he was very concerned about.
"Is the escaped test subject 7371 a red scale or a blue scale?"
Simon's voice stopped abruptly, and he turned around, his eyes collided with Ryan's. Ryan saw the boy's green pupils shrink. He looked terrified, and Ryan felt a voice floating in his head, speaking to him.
Young Simon knew all the experiments like the back of his hand, and he shouldn't have such emotions, but when Ryan mentioned this, the genius's body leaked an instinctive emotion.
"Well," Simon returned to normal in a very fast time, he pondered for a while, and then said, "I don't know."
Ryan frowned silently.
he does not know
"I... I really don't know." Apparently, even Simon himself knew how absurd this answer was, and he immediately added, "However, we really can't be sure that Subject 7371 is the same as any other subject. It's different, it's very special."
Simon unconsciously rubbed the fabric of the cuff with his hand, which Ryan knew was an unconscious reaction, a movement that occurs when he is troubled or nervous.
"It's special."
Simon couldn't help but repeat it.
The boy's clear voice echoed on the surface of the water, which was stained with a sauce color compared to drugs and residual human blood.
Kansas, USA
When "Old George" returned to the car with the autopsy report, he happened to hear his partner Tony talking on the phone. His voice was tight, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his face was pale. "Old George" swore that he had absolutely no idea how terrified he was when he spoke, as if an AK47 was facing his forehead.
Perceiving the sound of the door opening, the man quickly hung up the phone, "Old George" only had time to hear the vague words he said - "Yes", "I can handle it", "I swear"... and so on.
And he vaguely heard the word "Master".
"Old George" shook his head, thinking that he might have heard it wrong, after all, for someone like Tony, calling someone a master is a bit funny.
Compared to "Old George", who is nearly fifty years old and is about to retire next month, Tony is strong and young. He is tall and large, his chest is covered with curly brown hair, and he was once the ace guard of the football team. Most of the time, he was pompous in front of "Old George" like an unflavored bull.
As it is now-
"got it?"
He stared at "Old George" and said gruffly, sounding even a little angry (perhaps just annoyed that the old cop accidentally touched some of his private moments).
"Of course, I got it."
Old George had wondered if he should be mad at him, but he finally decided to ignore Tony's arrogance when he thought he was about to leave the damn place.
He hoped that the rest of his career would be calmer, so he not only answered Tony's words, but also opened the report by the way, and read a short paragraph of the preliminary conclusion of the forensic doctor "suspected necrotizing soft tissue infection caused by extremely severe flesh-eating bacterial infection... "
"what is that?"
Tony pouted, the muscles on his face twitching. Old George always thought his expression made him look retarded, but he never told Tony about it.
"I don't know," the old man said. "The doctor said that they didn't come to a final conclusion, it might be a virus... But they have never seen a virus so virulent, even a flesh-eating fungus infection can't explain the state of the corpse, Vibrio vulnificus is said to have been found... They don't rule out other possibilities, but in general, we'll have to wait for someone from the CDC to come to conclusions."
"This is ridiculous, ridiculous! It should be poisoning, poisoning! Even a dog should know that a virus can't make people like that!"
Tony yelled recklessly in the police car.
Along the way, old George endured Tony's long list of "analyses" and couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have accepted the order to partner with Tony, even if it was a plea from the boss. After all, old George only needs to be with Tony for a month to get away, and the others are far from ready to accept Tony - Tony is said to have worked in D.C. before, he even used to be a police detective, but now he Just an ordinary policeman who had to beat the road with the old man.
Old George wasn't sure if that made his temper so bad, but Tony's stubbornness about the case made him more uncomfortable by comparison.
For example, even with the forensic autopsy report, Tony still seems to be obsessed with thinking that the accident at the Black Jack bar in downtown was a man-made accident—perhaps someone in the bar dipped the hapless victim of acid, and the whole thing happened. People in the bar are perjuring each other, or maybe someone injected the dead with some kind of chemical, poison or something...
In a way, old George knew where Ritoni's idea came from.
After all, he and Tony dealt with the scene together, and the horrific diameter of the scene made him shudder.
The deceased was named Lawrence.
By the time the ambulance got there, the nurses didn't even know if they should be greeted on a stretcher - he had turned into a lump of flesh.
Even old George, who has many years of experience in handling cases, has never seen such a tragic situation, and everyone is terrified.
Even after several days had passed, he could still smell the strong bloody smell in a trance. The center of the former plumber's eyeballs burst open, crystals flowed everywhere, and a gray-white film seemed to be broken. Like a dropped balloon, it fell into a pool of scarlet blood.
Old George couldn't help but take a step back, but Tony rushed over. Old George thought that Tony might have done something at the time... Ten minutes later, a group of tabloid reporters rushed over.
Living people mashed up in bars—a title that's bloody and disgusting enough to be a favorite subject for tabloids.
After the scene was destroyed, the truth of the case became even more confusing.
"So, what are we going to do next?"
Old George asked Tony wearily.
"Case," Tony said with a curious fervor. "I don't believe this is some kind of bullshit virus. Someone must have done something... Some powerful people did it, and even the forensic doctor came to help cover up the truth."
He chuckled, stubby fingers tapping his carefully prepared information booklet, which contained all of Lawrence's itinerary before the accident.
On that trip, there was a person whose name was heavily painted in a conspicuous pink by Tony.
Rand Sivers.
Then came a crooked line of notes: brotherhood with Vincent Sivers, president of Deep White Biotechnology, a question mark and an exclamation mark, and then the word that was written so many times that the notes became thick and black—“shady” .