Doomsday Code

Chapter 859 Teacher Mocha, Killer Mocha

The door of the laboratory was opened and Mocha turned on the light in the laboratory.

Bonava looked at the light bulb that was emitting bright light. Although he had known the principle of light emission for a long time and had done this experiment more than three times, he still felt inexplicably excited every time he saw the light turn on.

Mocha saw Bonawa staring at the light bulb. He smiled as he prepared the experimental materials:

"Actually, I'm just like you. When I first saw those guys making this glowing light bulb, I also felt it was unreal for a long time.

After all, in our understanding, light only comes from flames and magic, not from relying on a wire, a rated voltage, and a small thing like this to produce light."

"But I have to say that science is a very interesting subject. In fact, when combined with today's scientific knowledge, many of the seemingly plausible magic we used in the past can now be explained."

Bonawa came forward to help Mocha prepare the experimental equipment, and said as he did so:

"Then, teacher, what kind of relationship do you think magic and science will have in the future? In the scientific world, the world is made up of basic substances, and we can observe the transformation laws between these substances through experiments and then make use of these laws.

In the magical world, this world is dominated by gods, and all the rules have been designed by gods long ago, and we just need to live according to the guidance of gods. "

Mocha didn't expect that Bonawa would think so much at such a young age.

He moved a bag of bitter almond powder to the laboratory table and said:

"Actually, if you think about it the other way around, there's really no contradiction between the two."

“In the scientific world, the world is made up of matter, and the matter that makes up the world all operates according to certain laws, and then constitutes our magnificent world.

The magical world is governed by laws designed by the gods, and isn't this simply a different way of expressing the laws governing the movement of matter as described by science?"

Mocha took the large beaker handed to him by Bonneval, put the bitter almond powder into the beaker, and then began to prepare chemical reagents.

"Look, the extraction experiment we're doing right now is very similar to potion-making in magic. Both involve reactions between different substances to produce the desired product."

Bonawa never expected that his teacher would view science and magic in this way.

Because the other people he usually comes into contact with, especially those who study science and magic, believe that the two are incompatible.

The scientific school believes that there are no gods in the world, and the idea of ​​using gods to explain things will hinder the progress of science.

In the eyes of the magic school, the scientific school is just a group of clowns, a group of arrogant people who have stolen the knowledge of God and are now complacent here.

Mocha poured the prepared reagent into the beaker, inserted a glass rod into it, and handed it to Bonawa.

"Why do you have such thoughts, Bonneval? Actually, these so-called debates are not yours to think about, but what the most cutting-edge scholars should consider.

The best advice a teacher can give you is to learn what is useful and discard what is useless.

After all, we are not profound scholars, but just a group of apprentices, and what apprentices need is to learn the knowledge they already know, rather than being too ambitious and getting involved in the debates of these great figures."

After listening to Mocha's words, Bonawa pondered for a long time, and then said:

"thank you teacher."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me, stir it quickly, I need to continue pouring the reagent."

Bonawa said "oh" and began to stir slowly, while Mocha slowly poured in the chemical reagents.

"Teacher, this should be a purification experiment, but what are you trying to extract from these bitter almonds?"

After stirring for a while, Bonawa asked curiously.

Mocha looked at the separated solution, said stop, and then used a dropper to take out the thin layer of liquid on top.

He placed the solution into a test tube, then went to the heating table and turned on the laboratory's exhaust ventilation. He then took out two gas masks and handed them to Bonawa.

"Put him on."

After saying that, he also put on a gas mask and began to heat the liquid.

If Bonneval could no longer figure out what Mocha was refining at this time, then his teachers' evaluation of his genius would be in vain.

It is obvious that Mocha is refining highly toxic cyanide.

When the liquid in the test tube changed from its original watery state to a slightly viscous state, Mocha stopped heating.

He waited until the test tube had completely cooled down before taking off his gas mask.

At this time, Bonawa pointed at Mocha and said:

"Teacher, is it illegal for us to prepare cyanide? It's a highly toxic substance."

Mocha looked at the little bit of cyanide colloid at the bottom of the test tube, and then said:

"Don't worry, I refined this in secret, no one in the academy will know."

When Bonawa heard this, his heart skipped a beat. What did he mean that no one in the academy would know? Wasn't he, Bonawa, a member of the academy?

Could it be that his teacher was telling him in a disguised way that he would kill people to silence them?

At this moment, Bonava immediately became wary of Mocha, but there was no sign of abnormality on his face.

"Don't worry, the teacher won't kill anyone to silence them.

And honestly, your determination is truly strong. You really shouldn't go home and be a small landlord. Instead, you should be a killer with me."

Moka smiled softly.

When Bonawa heard Mocha mention the killer, he finally understood what Mocha was going to do by refining cyanide. He was going to poison and assassinate.

But who is he going to kill?

Bonawa's mind worked quickly, and he soon remembered what his deskmate Lingling had mentioned to him about her father in class these days.

Her father was a baron who earned his title through military exploits, but recently her father has been recruiting the people of the territory for training.

When a baron who was knighted for his military achievements suddenly began to increase military training in his territory, all Bonneval could think of was war.

So at this moment, Bonava had a very bad guess in his mind. Mocha was sent by the enemy to lurk in Navato, with the purpose of assassinating a senior military general in the city who was secretly sent by the king.

When he guessed this, Bonawa's heart was so frightened that it stopped for a moment.

Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, Mocha had already determined it through his heartbeat and blood flow.

And it is precisely because of this that Mocha has set his sights on Bonava.

Because he not only has a strong mind and ability to analyze situations, but he is also a natural performer.

For them, the killers, this super brain and strong ability to analyze situations are the two talents of a killer genius.

Because physical fitness, skills, assassination methods, etc. can be acquired through training and practice, but only brain wisdom is innate.