He was both nervous and excited about the next move.
I was nervous because I was about to take the first step towards committing a crime; I was also looking forward to the fact that he would open a new door.
The materials used to make methamphetamine are all controlled materials. Different industries have different worlds. Zeng Mishan was very curious about what materials these people used to make drugs.
Zeng Mishan is well aware of the risks involved in drug production.
It is most dangerous when the weather is good. If the mixture is wrong, phosphine will be produced. The strong smell needs large equipment to purify it. Given the scale of the equipment in the prison, it is just a small-scale operation.
The scary thing about phosphine is that it is a colorless gas, extremely toxic, and smells a bit like fish.
It was this residual odor that he smelled when he first entered the laboratory, which reminded him of the scene of drug production.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Alia arrived on time. Today she had thick golden waves, and her curly hair fell softly on her shoulders like silk.
Beneath her thick eyelashes are charming eyes and sexy, full lips, revealing her charm all the time.
Her oval face is as crystal clear as jade, her skin is as smooth as ice and snow, her legs are long and slender, and she is charming and affectionate.
"I really want to sleep with her!" Zeng Mishan felt a ball of evil fire surging in his body, which needed to be extinguished urgently.
Ailia walked in with lotus steps, her pupils brightening as she examined him and said, "Mr. Zeng, your new hairstyle is very cool!"
Ahem… Zeng Mishan touched his forehead and concealed his embarrassment well.
Suddenly, a young man appeared from behind Aaliyah.
"Mr. Zeng, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Peter. Although he's young, he's a very experienced poison master. You'll be partnering with him tonight."
After a pause, Alia said with a seductive look, "You only have one week to learn and adapt. From now on, you will be in charge of refining while Peter is on leave."
After saying that, Alia added with a stern look in her eyes, "Mr. Zeng, are you OK?"
Information shows that Zeng Mishan is the leader in the research of proton radiation effects in crystallography, and Alia still has some doubts about his ability to make drugs.
"Please give me more advice, Mr. Pete. One week won't be a problem!" Zeng Mishan didn't dare to say anything.
If you look closely at Pete, you can see that the young man is neither tall nor short, about 27 or 28 years old, with messy hair, headphones hanging around his neck, and a face full of stubble.
It's strange, why does this kid have the shadow of Commons? Zeng Mishan found a clue from his face.
"Huh?" Zeng Mishan was suddenly stunned. Peter's right leg walked with a limp, as if it was congenital.
"The warden said you are proficient in chemistry. I may need you, so let me test you!" Pete glanced at Zeng Mishan and didn't care, speaking very directly.
In his opinion, making poison is a dangerous and tedious process, and not everyone can become his partner. This is very important.
He remembered that a colleague of his had a phosphine pit that killed a lot of people due to operational errors, and it was said that he was beaten to death afterwards.
"Did you clean all this?" Pete's attention was suddenly drawn to the tidy laboratory, where various utensils and chemical reagents were neatly placed on the table.
He remembered that the situation was not like this when he left last time.
"I asked him to clean it up. You're such a slob." Alia reminded him. It seemed that she had been dissatisfied with the laboratory environment for a long time.
She now has to drink Zeng Mishan’s special coffee every day. If it were the previous environment, she would feel disgusted.
Peter rolled his eyes at Alia, saying that she dared to diss him. He didn't want to pay any attention to this woman.
Facing Zeng Mishan, Peter began to ask questions: "Regarding methamphetamine, do you know what the Nagai method is?"
Nagai method?
Zeng Mishan was stunned at first, and subconsciously pushed his glasses with his fingers. He would do this whenever he encountered a difficult problem.
Zeng Mishan froze in place, his brain cells working rapidly, and began to dig deep into his memories...
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