While waiting for the reaction, Zeng Mishan stayed by his side, keeping his eyes and fingers ready to provide support at any time.
Time passed minute by minute, and after the reaction was over, he had to filter the solution in the flask to remove impurities.
Pete handed him a Buchner funnel with a conical flask underneath, which was his usual method of extracting poison.
"You usually use this to filter. Who taught you chemistry?" Zeng Mishan couldn't help but frowning.
Without giving Pete a chance to retort, Zeng Mishan stood up and began to search for something among the pile of utensils.
He first found a funnel, placed a top-mouthed filter bottle under the funnel, and then connected it to a vacuum filtration device, using negative pressure to quickly filter the solution, so as to ensure the temperature of the solution.
Pete was struck by lightning when he saw this scene, and his eyes finally changed. He restrained his attitude and looked as if he was watching the operation of a big boss.
An expert can tell whether it is possible or not at a glance. Pete did not bother to ask questions. The difficult problem that had puzzled him for a long time suddenly became clear to him at this moment.
Comparing with Lao Zeng's technique, the two have the same ingredients, but the process is very different.
He finally understood why his purity could not be improved. It was probably related to incorrect condensation, temperature control and filtration methods.
Zeng Mishan gave him some knowledge points right from the start.
Oh my god! Pete grabbed his hair with both hands, looking very excited. It felt so unreal!
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: Mom asked me why I was kneeling.
Fortunately, Zeng Mishan didn't know what Pete was thinking. At this moment, he was only focused on his own production.
After filtration, the oily liquid on the upper layer of the beaker is methamphetamine.
Looking at the thick layer of oily liquid, Pete clenched his fists excitedly. At this point, he was 90% successful.
Zeng Mishan didn't have time to pay attention to him. He took out a syringe, sucked out the oily liquid, and put it into another beaker.
Closing his eyes slightly, Zeng Mishan began to simulate the remaining production scenes in his mind.
Regarding this, Pete was not in a hurry, but waited seriously.
Five minutes later, Zeng Mishan's eyes opened and closed, and he had a clear idea of the remaining production.
He brought a gas cylinder, took out a tube, carefully inserted it into the beaker, opened the valve, and let the gas in.
The gas is hydrogen chloride, and the purpose is to turn it into salt and turn it into solid crystalline methamphetamine hydrochloride.
Time passes by every second.
When the finished product appeared, Pete's eyes widened and he stared at the two or three-inch crystal in the iron plate in a daze.
"Oh my god, this is pure quality! You're a fucking artist!"
Scratching his head, Pete's eyes showed amazing admiration.
The poison-making method he had tried countless times was not as good as Zeng Mishan's first attempt.
"This is just basic chemistry!" Zeng Mishan took off his glasses and wiped them, without feeling proud of his admiration.
His son could do these basic operations even better.
Zeng Mishan is very confident about this, as he has put a lot of effort into guiding his own children.
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