Chapter 491: The Nobel Prize has been announced, but none of the books have been read

"This workshop location is quite remote, it's already out of Xiling."

Parking the car on the flat ground by the road, Yang Liang looked around at the slightly desolate scene when he got off the car and sighed casually.

At this time, his location was already considered to be the boundary of the small town, in the village area around.

The road next to it was no longer an asphalt road, but a cement road that obviously had some years. The friction pattern had been worn away for the most part, and there were many cracks. The bumpiness was quite obvious when driving all the way just now.

But fortunately, it wasn't a mud road.

Remember, if there is a village road that is a mud road these days, it proves that throwing a pack of cigarettes on the ground in this village and asking who threw it can trigger a world war. The folk customs are as simple as Gotham.

The current situation is very normal.

And Lin Li, who had abandoned Yan Aosong in his sad smile and got into Yang Liang's car, also got off the car, looking at the news on his mobile phone, and snapped his fingers casually:

"If the fake cigarette workshop was built in the downtown area, it would be even more unreasonable."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place, isn't it dark under the lamp." Yang Liang smiled, neither denying nor approving.

He is implementing this point.

For example, since his colleagues learned that his private money had never been discovered by his wife, they often came to him to learn from his experience, and then pried out Yang Liang's genius idea!

—He hid his private money in his wife's bank card!!

It was clearly under her nose, but Yang Liang's wife had no idea about it to this day, and had no awareness of this terrible fact!!

Comparable to Zhongli's fake death top-level intelligence, the day Yang Liang's wife knows the truth, perhaps she will cry.

"But what I'm sighing about is not this, but that your connections can actually reach here, and they have even reached outside Xiling."

Yang Liang naturally also knew that such nests were in old residential buildings even in the urban area, and it was even more normal to arrange them in such villages, so he smiled and added a sigh.

"Hee hee."

Yan Aosong, who had been driving with Yang Liang's car and had now parked, walked over to join the two: "Let's go, go to the scene."

—In order to prevent startling the snake, the distance between the parking position of the two and the real location of the workshop was still a certain distance. Several people planned to observe it first. If they were not discovered, they would wait for other Demon Suppression Envoys to arrive before taking action.

"Go."

"Damn, sword." Lin Li picked up a stick from the ground after walking a few steps.

Although it was not as straight as the one he picked up during the autumn outing and is now on the classroom windowsill, it was still fun to play with.

Yang Liang and Yan Aosong looked at Lin Li, who was walking in front and started to beat the weeds on the side of the road with his sword, and shook their heads with a smile—Lin Li at this time was quite like a human.

"Lin Li, don't go inside, I remember there are snakes here, and I don't know if they have hibernated. Be careful to wake one up and get bitten by its morning anger." Yan Aosong also relaxed his mentality and smiled.

"The problem is not big,"

Lin Li was still playing with his invincible sword technique, his tone even more indifferent:

"Very early on, I researched a universal snake venom treatment method. If it weren't for the fact that a six-year-old child winning the Nobel Prize is too shocking and would make me get some unnecessary attention, easily losing a happy childhood, I would have published this discovery in those top journals."

It's not just worrying about being shocking. 【491-

Mainly because Lin Li heard that if a college student can win a Nobel Prize, some schools seem to be able to add a full 2 credits, so why waste the opportunity at six years old?

Yang Liang and Yan Aosong exchanged a glance, nodded, and reached a consensus.

Don't ask.

Shut up.

Silence.

Lin Li: "Since you two uncles asked out of curiosity, I'll tell you.

My research found that all snake venom is protein, and protein loses its activity at high temperatures, so you only need to put the poisoned person in a pressure cooker and boil them for an hour; the snake venom will inevitably lose its activity and can no longer cause harm to humans."

"Who the hell asked you!"

"Who's curious! We've both been very quiet!"

The corners of Yang Liang and Yan Aosong's mouths twitched; this damn Lin Li has now actually adapted to the point where he doesn't even need a straight man to set him up.

But how to put it, as for this research of Lin Li's, in Yang Liang and Yan Aosong's view, don't even publish it in a top scientific journal; it's recommended to publish it in a top culinary journal.

Hannibal and cannibals should subscribe.

Yan Aosong sighed: "The snakes here are all non-venomous, otherwise they would have been dealt with long ago. But if it were you, Lin Li, you wouldn't need to worry even if bitten by a venomous snake; even the most venomous five-step snake probably couldn't handle you."

Lin Li didn't speak, just blindly continued to perform his sword art.

Don't ask.

Shut up.

Sink—

Yang Liang then looked at Yan Aosong: "Oh? How so?"

Yan Aosong: "A five-step snake kills a person in five steps, Cao Zhi's seven-step poem makes a person, Lin Li's nine steps is a person, Lin Li, wins!"

Lin Li: "(へ╬)!!"

Who asked you! Oh, Uncle Yang really did ask.

Damn Uncle Yan, damn Uncle Yang! Not only do they not act as my straight men, they even act as straight men for each other. One against two, the advantage is not with me, sad!

Lin Li: "However, uncles, if I were really bitten by a venomous snake, would you be willing to help me suck the venom out?"

Yang Liang shook his head: "No, sucking venom is against the law."

Lin Li: "Then can you help me get to the hospital?"

Yan Aosong shook his head: "No, assisting in the transport of venom is also against the law."

Lin Li: "Then can you help me get home to wait for death?"

Yang Liang shook his head: "No, assisting in the concealment of venom is also against the law."

Lin Li: "Then what should I do?"

Yan Aosong, Yang Liang: "Snake venom is protein, and protein loses its activity at high temperatures. You can put yourself in a pressure cooker and boil for an hour; the snake venom will inevitably lose its activity and can no longer cause you harm."

Lin Li: "!"

Holy crap, my two uncles could also win a Nobel Prize!

By the way, can a Demon Suppressor get extra credits for winning a Nobel Prize? If not, then forget it.

The distance between the parking spot and the destination wasn't too far. After a few minutes of deliberately avoiding excessive interaction with Lin Li, he had subconsciously slowed his pace and lifted his chin:

"Is that the building?"

"Yes, that's it, it matches the picture the undercover agent sent me."

Following the direction Lin Li pointed, Yang Liang and Yan Aosong's gazes locked onto an inconspicuous village residential house not far away.

The night provided it with a layer of cover, and on the surface, it looked no different from the other farmhouses around—doors and windows tightly shut, curtains drawn firmly, with only a dim incandescent bulb on the porch providing lighting that was better than nothing.

To be honest, if not for Lin Li's clear intelligence, it would be difficult to distinguish it from the background and notice its differences.

Exchanging a glance, the three kept their distance and, borrowing the cover of the tree shadows at the corner of the house, slowly approached.

When they subconsciously began to observe and distinguish carefully, they did notice the "uncommon" parts contained within this seemingly ordinary building.

For example, smelling from the perspective of scent, one could discover that besides the smell of mud, hay, and the faint odor of a livestock shed, a scent of chemical raw materials that was hard to ignore stubbornly drilled into the nasal cavity.

Furthermore, there seemed to be some kind of continuous low-frequency humming behind or to the side of the house, not the sound of farm machinery common to farmhouses, extremely regularly interspersed with short, crisp "click, click, click" sounds, with a stable rhythm of about a hundred times per minute.

Yang Liang's gaze captured a position near the ground on the shaded side of the house, where an inconspicuous, crude exhaust pipe was extremely slowly, almost imperceptibly, emitting thin white steam; in the air that wasn't particularly cold, this continuous trace amount of steam appeared somewhat abrupt.

Great, there's a problem, then there's no problem.

All these abnormalities proved that the three of them hadn't found the wrong place, and the undercover agent's intelligence was also correct.

"I've already called people over."

Since the target had been confirmed, Yang Liang operated his phone for a while, then looked up and said.

The two nodded.