"Meat grinder?! Why do you say that?"
Columbia picked up the competition announcement on the table and read it over and over again but couldn't figure out any clues.
Joe Butran rubbed his brows, pointed at the notice, and said seriously, "Do you see any description of the battle site on this notice?"
"It seems not?"
“That’s right.
Fighting in an open field and fighting in a confined space are two completely different things.
If they were on the plains, the Knights' charge would be enough to destroy any stragglers that stood in their way; on the contrary, in alleys or corridors where they could not deploy their troops, lone rangers fighting alone would have a greater advantage.
Not to mention that in some extreme climate combat environments there are more geographical factors that people don’t expect.”
After listening to Jobtran's simple explanation, Columbia suddenly realized something and said with emotion,
"You are truly worthy of being my idol. I can see so many details in just a few lines of text."
This flattery hit the horse on the leg, and Jobtran did not feel happy about it, but instead felt a little worried.
He picked up the teapot, added some hot tea to the almost cold teacup, took a sip and said,
"The venue factor is only the most insignificant one. I haven't even mentioned the really troublesome things yet."
Columbia's jaw dropped to the table when he heard this. He thought to himself,
“Could there be more uncertainties?”
Choate Brown pointed to the second item on the notice and asked,
“This one talks about the reward, but do you think it tells the contestants anything?”
Columbia scratched his head.
"It seems to me that Principal Merlin is just showing off his wealth?"
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
“It’s not that simple. Publicizing your private collection is equivalent to exposing your own cards.
Merlin is not such a fool, and the real clue in this one lies in the number of people."
"Number of people? Yes, the number of the first 500 people seems a bit exaggerated.
Although there are usually a lot of people on campus, if you count carefully, it seems that there are not that many people? "
Columbia lowered his head and thought about the size of the daily class.
“In fact, the student population we usually see is less than 10 percent of the total population.
Because there are a lot of excellent students who usually stay at home due to external projects and work in the laboratory, not all students will stay on campus for a long time like us.
In addition, this also means that students from different academic years will no longer be divided into different areas to compete as in previous ranking competitions, but will instead compete on the same field.
It would be a nightmare for the younger students.”
Joe Butran said so.
Then he sighed,
“The worst thing is that there are no restrictions on the methods used by the contestants in the entire notice.
Do you understand how terrible this is?"
Columbia smacked his lips.
"Guns? Modern gunpowder weapons?"
Joe Butran looked at Columbia, then pointed at the air around him.
"What did you see?"
"Uh, I didn't see anything."
Colombia said it had no clue.
"How long has it been since you communicated with Professor Robert?"
Joe Butran patted Columbia's head in annoyance.
"Uh, that's the influence of the mirror ghost. You can't blame me, right?"
Columbia blinked and argued for himself.
"Tsk, don't change the subject.
Can you guess the seriousness of what I am saying now?"
Jobtrud rolled his eyes and continued,
"What I'm worried about is weapons of mass destruction being developed in laboratories.
Whether it's explosives made from chemicals or ancient microbial bacteria excavated from ancient ice, any of them will catch the players off guard who are not expecting it."
"Well, that's something for the school and the medical team to worry about, isn't it?"
Columbia said as he spread his hands out in a rogue-like manner.
"really."
After saying this, Joe Butran cleaned up the table and said nothing more about the competition, as if he had never brought up the topic at all.
But Columbia knew that Joet Brown must be constantly calculating in his mind.
Given Jobtran's intelligence, he should have seen far more than just these details.
Sure enough, not long after, Jobtran stood up in a hurry and ran out the door.
Columbia helplessly looked at Joe Butran's receding back. He did not follow him, but glanced at the sexy poster of Selena on the wall and said,
"It's just you and me again, beautiful lady."
The reason for this is that Columbia knows Choate Brown.
The reason why Jobtran kept silent was naturally to avoid getting too involved and getting deeply involved.
——
"Rare guest, why did you come to me on your own initiative?"
Professor Robert, wearing a white lab coat, raised his brows and asked Joet Brown who had suddenly visited him.
“Is there any way to prevent or mitigate large-scale outbreaks of acute infectious diseases?”
Jobtran asked, getting straight to the point.
“It depends on what you mean by acute infectious disease.
Did you know that there are many types of infectious diseases, and the characteristics of their transmission through different media are completely different
So, why are you interested in this question? "
Professor Robert took off the extremely closed protective hood on his head and wiped his sweaty face with a clean disinfectant alcohol towel.
"Tell me the truth, did you know that there will be a ranking competition on campus soon?"
Joet Brown tilted his head and glanced at Professor Robert from the corner of his eye.
"Just by smelling your sweat and looking at your head that's about to grow mushrooms, I can tell you haven't left the lab for a long time."
“Ahem, the road of scientific research does not allow people to rest.
Viruses and bacteria are evolving all the time, and those of us who are on the front lines need to stay one step ahead of them and conduct research in advance."
Professor Robert tried to change the subject with a righteous look on his face. It was obvious that he had no idea what the qualifying competition that Joet Brown mentioned was.
"What? Have you given up on tracking down Hastauruk, the Lord of Plague?"
Joet Brown frowned and asked in confusion.
“No, I didn’t give up, I just changed my mindset.
When I found myself in the library and realized that I didn't have enough Sanity to touch even a copy of the Necronomicon, I knew what I had to do.
Since I can't understand Hastauruk, I will understand the disaster brought by Hastauruk and solve it.
That’s why I’ve been buried in the lab for so long.”
When Professor Robert said this, his face was full of emotion. It was obvious that he was still a little concerned about his insufficient sanity.
"I'm glad you haven't lost your way and your original intention, my friend."
Jobtran patted Professor Robert on the shoulder, and used practical actions to comfort Professor Robert, a partner who had been through thick and thin with him.
"Haha, thank you, but remember to wash your hands before you go out. I don't want anything stuck on my lab uniform to leak out.
It would be fine if it was just a common cold, but the strain I was studying was smallpox.
The pharaoh died of this virus three thousand years ago."
Professor Robert's words made Joet Brown's outstretched hand freeze, and he immediately grabbed a few cotton pads with disinfectant alcohol to wipe his hands, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin on his hands. Professor Robert laughed at this.
"Okay, okay, if you rub it any further it's going to break the skin.
Tell me about that competition, and what is its direct relationship to a large-scale infectious disease? "
Professor Robert simply took off his lab uniform and walked into the full body disinfection shower room.
He was naked and didn't care that he was seen naked by Jobtran, as if this was just a trivial matter to him.
Jobtran was also very casual. He took the opportunity to tell Professor Robert the details of the competition and his own concerns while he was taking a shower. Anyway, there were no outsiders in the laboratory at the moment.
When Professor Robert turned off the hot water tap, he came out wearing only a thin towel.
He had a very serious expression on his face and asked,
"Is what you said true?"
"Of course it's true."
Joe Butran spread his hands helplessly.
"Do you drink coffee? Our coffee here is very good."
Professor Robert suddenly changed the subject and started making coffee using the clean beakers and crucibles on the table.
Soon, the aroma of coffee filled the air of the entire laboratory, it was an appetizing aroma.
Joet Brown narrowed his eyes and watched Professor Robert's every move. He understood that Professor Robert's series of actions must have a deep meaning.
"Would you like some sugar? Honey? Milk? Or maybe two ice cubes?"
Professor Robb asked casually.
"what ever."
Job Tran doesn't have high demands on coffee.
Seeing this, Professor Robert added two sugar cubes into the beaker, stirred it twice with a stirring stick, and handed it to Jobtran.
"This is Kerimanjaro coffee beans from South Africa and Tanzania. It has a light flavor but a strong fruity aroma. It's best paired with two sugar cubes and no milk."
Jobtran put the beaker to his lips and took a sip. It was indeed delicious.
He put down the beaker and said to Professor Robert,
"You mean, every acute infectious disease that might be used on the field has a different treatment method, and we have no way to prevent it at all?"
“You understood it correctly, but you didn’t fully understand what I wanted to say to you.
If I were your opponent, you would lose."
Professor Robert poured himself a glass, narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"I don't have to beat you myself. As long as I'm the last person standing on the field, I've already won."
"I understand what you mean, but how will you do it?"
Although Jobtran had learned a lot of knowledge, at this moment he still didn't understand the meaning of Professor Robert's words.
“Making coffee, seems like a very normal thing, right?”
Professor Robert first grabbed a handful of coffee beans and placed them in front of Jobtran.
“Ordinary coffee beans, nothing wrong with that.”
Then he picked up a beaker and placed it in front of Jobtran.
"There's no way there's anything wrong with the beaker if there's not even a trace of water on it."
Then Professor Robert stopped and looked at Jobtran with a smile.
"Whether it's an acute infectious disease or a chemical substance, the transmission routes are nothing more than a few.
First, airborne transmission.
If I added something harmful to the coffee while it was brewing, and this unknown substance was airborne, everyone in the lab might have been infected.
Smallpox, pneumonia, etc. are a good example, or is it high concentrations of mercury molecules
Second, contact transmission.
I placed the beaker in front of you and you took it naturally.
What if my palms are coated with liquid invisible to the naked eye in advance, and this liquid is already stuck to your hands and can invade your body at any time.
The transmission routes of herpes viruses or sexually transmitted diseases are no different.
Third, food transmission.
Diseases come from the mouth. As long as I tamper with the coffee beans, the virus only needs to brew in your body and wait for the right time to induce the disease.
What needs to be noted is that complex foods, such as taking large amounts of citrus fruits and seafood at the same time, will automatically synthesize arsenic in the body? "
Professor Robert spoke a lot in a very eloquent manner. An ordinary person would probably have been dizzy after listening to him, but Jobtran listened with great interest.
"So, in fact, as a contestant, I have basically no ability to prevent this unknown infection, and I can only do my best to ensure my own safety?"
Joe Butran thought for a while and then asked this question.
“You are right.
But running around in a lab uniform all day would attract attention, and it would be inconvenient to fight in a uniform. Just wear a mask and gloves.
As cautious as you are, you don't have much of a social circle, so you don't have to worry about social distance.
As for daily diet, as long as you eat in the school cafeteria, you don’t have to worry.
All the food ingredients for the canteen are strictly inspected when they are delivered, not only the scientific research side, but also the mysterious side.
Old man Merlin is very willing to spend money on food and drink, haha."
Professor Robert picked up his beaker and took a sip of the steaming coffee.
"Don't worry, I will make preparations for this later.
My only concern now is whether the school has enough stretchers and temporary beds."
When Jobtran heard what Professor Robert said, he felt relieved.
As for Jobtran's concerns, they actually became a reality.