Looking at the soldiers who have already started to take action.
Shen Mobai finally reacted.
He looked at Jiang Jin in disbelief and exclaimed:
"Are these... all the equipment needed to study cold-resistant plants?"
"Including an oxygen concentrator!"
"How come you have this stuff in your basement?"
Hearing his shock, Jiang Jin rolled his eyes.
Is this in the basement?
This is clearly from my storage space.
But...there's no need to explain anything to him.
"The things I give you are the best we can get at the moment." Jiang Jin reminded:
"Your cold-resistant plants are related to the lives of all the survivors in China. Please don't let us down."
"I understand!" Shen Mobai was in a daze. When he heard Jiang Jin's reminder, he instantly felt the pressure reach its maximum.
The affairs of family and country weigh heavily on our shoulders.
Since it wasn't mentioned on weekdays, he naturally didn't feel such great pressure. He just thought it was just a show of anger and started his own experiment.
But...now that Jiang Jin brought it up, the urgent pressure instantly enveloped him.
As for Jiang Jin himself, he just stood there.
Not at a glance.
Too lazy to help.
The soldiers, Shen Mobai, Zhao Dafu and the other three were watching and naturally didn't say much.
A man who takes favors from others is grateful for what he has received.
For so many days they have been eating food given by others and living in other people's shelters, so their safety is guaranteed.
Not to mention that I drank the coffee that was brought to me just before I went downstairs.
There is even less reason to find fault with others now.
After all the things were moved, Shen Mobai put his hands on his hips, sweat pouring down his face from exhaustion.
Just about to say something.
But he found that the basement door was closed again by Jiang Jin.
With his mouth open for a long time, Shen Mobai finally said:
"I'm just curious about what you are researching..."
But Jiang Jin couldn't hear these words.
Remove the outer packaging.
Shen Mobai let out a series of exclamations.
“It turns out to be the mimicry device I’ve always wanted! No... these are just parts, quickly disassemble them and assemble them!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Mobai took the lead and opened the box again with a knife.
As the boxes were opened one by one.
A large number of mechanical parts come into view.
Relying on his extraordinary memory, Shen Mobai only read the instructions once and started assembling it.
As he assembled the equipment one by one in the living room, the living room, which originally had some empty space, was instantly filled up.
"With them, I can produce data for my final stage of cold-resistant plant cultivation in less than five days!"
"There is actually a nutrient solution that can speed up their growth. That's really great!" Shen Mobai was as happy as a child, shouting loudly.
Although Zhao Dafu and his companions didn't understand, they stayed away from it.
That thing produces carbon dioxide and requires a lot of oxygen.
Wouldn’t you suffocate to death if you breathe in too much carbon dioxide?
Finally, they watched Shen Mobai start the machine directly. A faint mechanical sound was heard, and Zhao Dafu and his family of three went directly into a room.
No longer in the living room.
at the same time.
Leng Feng returned to Jiang Jin's house and found that Jiang Jin was not there.
There was a hint of doubt on his face.
But he was not worried about Jiang Jin's safety at all.
With her spatial abilities, even if she cannot resolve a danger, it is easy for her to escape.
Absolutely no one can hurt her within the range of her spatial ability.
Even if you are holding a gun, it is not allowed.
"bite! 』
A sound.
Leng Feng's attention was attracted.
Walk to the kitchen.
A burning smell penetrated my nose.
Leng Feng thought to himself: Oh no!
The bread that Jiang Jin threw into the oven was burnt!
But... doesn't it end automatically when the time is up?
Why do you continue to bake?
When he got closer, Leng Feng discovered that Jiang Jin had forgotten to set the time.
Press stop immediately.
Then turn on the smoke extractor.
The range hood started buzzing, and then he turned on the oven.
A burnt smell came out of the oven and was directly drawn away by the range hood.
But there was still a faint burnt smell left in the kitchen.
It can't be dispelled.
Look at the burnt bread dough.
Leng Feng didn't know if he was out of his mind. He picked it up, walked to the door, and threw it out of the building.
Close the alloy door again.
"Bake another one for her." Leng Feng stood next to the oven and whispered softly.
Help Jiang Jin knead the dough again.
Right now.
The burning smell spread from the first floor to the second floor.
The hooligans gathered at Lei Yongjun's house, one of whom happened to be at the door.
Smelling the burnt smell, he whispered to another thug beside him:
"You smell it."
"It seems like something is blurred."
"Huh?" another hooligans exclaimed, twitching his nose:
"It seems to be true!"
As they were talking, the two men stood up one after another.
Walk towards the stairwell where the smell comes from.
Looking towards the first floor.
The two looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.
"Do you want to go down and take a look?" the gangster who first smelled the scent asked softly.
"Let's go down. Jiang Jin may be scary, but we're not here to cause trouble. He won't cause us any trouble, right?"
As they spoke, they lifted their feet together.
Walk up the stairs going downstairs.
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When the two of them arrived, he turned around.
At a glance, he saw the black and frozen bread dough that Leng Feng had thrown outside.
"Then, what is that?" a gangster asked.
"I don't know... go pick it up?" another gangster suggested.
The two hit it off immediately.
Come to the black bread dough.
Pick it up.
After looking around and making sure that no one was watching him, he quickly ran upstairs.
When he returned to the door of the room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Entering the room, the two of them were breathing heavily.
Without paying attention, the gangster holding the black cake dough put his hand into the bread dough and felt the faint residual warmth.
This made the gangster look very surprised.
"There's temperature in here!" the gangster said in surprise.
Then quickly turn the black bread dough over.
You can see the deep yellow color inside at a glance.
Grab it gently.
Extremely soft.
Pick it up whole and bring it to your nose and smell it.
The smell of bread enters the nose.
"Bread!" The thug exclaimed while sniffing the bread:
“This is freshly baked bread!”
"It's just burnt!"
Hearing his exclamation, everyone turned around and looked at the two of them.
I saw that both of them were out of breath.
And there was that black thing in his hand.
Xuan Zi couldn't help but say:
"Send it here so I can take a look."
When the gangster heard Xuanzi's order, a trace of reluctance flashed across his face, but he still walked up to Xuanzi honestly.
He handed over the black and sticky bread dough.
Taking the bread dough, Xuanzi reached in and took it out.
He took out a handful of dark yellow bread, squeezed it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
If you taste it carefully, you can still smell the faint aroma of milk and eggs.
"It's really toast!"
"Where are you from?" Xuanzi asked the two thugs at the door seriously.
Taking out the toast at this time is really a big problem!
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