The next day, Donald arrived at Swift on time to report that the content Sherlock gave him today to him was split again.

Donald sat in a chair holding a pen, but was actually controlled by an invisible slave, stroke by stroke, sometimes twisted and twisted. This is a daily exercise of his control over the invisible slave. Anyway, the translation progress is slow, and no one can tell if it is written on the draft. It is just a graffiti when thinking.

"Sherlock, what are these...used to do?"

On the table opposite, there are a bunch of utensils like utensils from previous life laboratories, glass cups marked with scales, slender mixing sticks, and supporting equipment such as crucibles. Judging from the traces on it, they should have been used.

"These things are what I have used in experiments recently. Don't touch them, especially the mechanical devices on the right. They are fine tools I bought after spending a lot of money. If you break one, you will have to pay double the price."

Mechanical device? Donald's eyes turned to what Sherlock said, there was indeed a wooden box with several clear yellow mechanical devices inside, and you could see a small top structure similar to a transmitter.

"What's this?"

Donald was curious about the new stuff.

"I haven't heard of the cup crown before?"

Sherlock stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth. Recently, he has been accustomed to asking Donald to bring breakfast to himself, and even developed to the point where the other party would not open the door if he didn't bring it.

Donald repeatedly stated that breakfast money would have to be paid extra.

He also pretended not to hear it many times.

"Uh... I've never heard of it."

"Haha, it's the battery, you should have heard of it."

"ah?"

Donald stood up from the chair and looked over there. He knew that he had never seen the "battery" contained in the box.

The metal cylinder is closed together, with a gyro-shaped silver bulge at the top, and several lines of unknown material connect the two ends, and two metal paddles are sandwiched along the edges, which is the size of a palm.

Batteries actually exist in this era. Yesterday, Times magazine, which was read in the corner bookstore, clearly mentioned this aspect of inventions and creations. In some metropolis with relatively open ideas, electricity is becoming a hot topic.

Of course, only in some metropolitan cities, such as Puston, batteries are still something that only a small group of people know about, which is why Sherlock needs to spend a lot of money to buy.

"How to use this? The size of a palm... there is no place to stuff it, right?"

Donald's impression of batteries is still based on the existence of various remote controls in his previous life, and the size of a palm-sized object in his hand. How big is this remote control?

"Stamp? Why is it stuffed? It has another way of using it. Well, for you to have special work later, I will make an exception to demonstrate it to you. If you look carefully, this device is very critical."

Pick up the spherical object in the iron plate next to the fireplace, walked to the edge of the table while rushing, and took all the things in the box to the table, which were a metal half-height box, a box of small parts, and a light yellow liquid of about 1 and an ear (about 140ML) in glass bottles.

"This is......"

Donald stared at the transparent bottle marked with a ruler, his eyes narrow-minded.

"If you dare to say that the liquid inside is urine, my demonstration will end here, which is not funny."

Sherlock has a strong ability to observe words and expressions, which is confirmed by Donald's contact during this period.

However, when he said this, his mouth was grinning.

"What kind of liquid is here?"

He still held the battery in his hand and got up from the chair to give the boss a seat.

"I bought it in the underground market. The seller said it is specially used for soaking and separating materials. I can distillate the things I really want to use with an alcohol lamp later. You are not allowed to ask about the materials anymore. These are all secrets and I will not tell you."

Pour the medicine into the metal box and put the "ball" in his hand in it. Donald looked carefully and saw that it was a dry eyeball, which was simply curious.

“Hairdried Hawkeye?”

"Yeah, my memory is pretty good. I still remember it after so many days. Did you remember it secretly?"

"How is it possible? It's not because this thing is too special. I translated it at the time and took a look and recorded it. It was very impressive."

Donald really only remembers this material that has been translated before, the air-dried hawk-eyed beads, which are all curious things.

"It's okay, it's not a curious one. When I was buying things, I saw more than a dozen air-dried flies... larvae are very big. I heard that they are carefully cultivated, shit... Do you think they are really shit or... that's disgusting."

When Sherlock began to pause, Donald had a bad premonition. Sure enough, his words were scary enough.

"Stop talking, I promise not to ask about the ingredients again. I just drank milk, please."

Donald covered his mouth and retching twice. Do he have to talk about this when he just finished breakfast?

"It's almost the same, you hand me the Phillips screwdriver in the box."

Seeing the assistant's uncomfortable look, Sherlock couldn't stop smiling. He removed the two paddles on the edge of the battery with a screwdriver. The brass wire wrapped in a ball of thread at the tip and stuffed it into small holes at both ends of the metal box, which Donald hadn't seen before.

He took out a few semi-circles from the small box next to him and surrounded the round holes on both sides. Donald noticed that it was black and rubber washer?

"The next one is the switch, look."

Press a small button in the middle of the battery, and first a clicking sound came from the inside of the battery, then the liquid in the metal box began to roll, and the air-dried hawk's eyes in the middle have not changed yet.

"Electrolyzed water? This is not what to produce..."

As a liberal arts student in his previous life, Donald's limited chemistry knowledge was actually only those simple chemical equations, watching Sherlock's solemn behavior.

I always feel something is wrong.

I had known that I had studied mathematics, physics and chemistry well at the beginning. I was a scientist in this world and a scientist with highly forward-looking thinking.

Tsk tsk tsk...it sounds like a high-end person.

The Ryan Empire, which has a strong religious atmosphere, is currently exploring the path of science.

Unfortunately, Donald is destined to be a pioneer, and may be able to flap his wings slightly?

"What did you say and what to produce? This is my first step. The air-dried Hawkeye is the main material. There are many processes for the real output. If you have it, do you see if there are more other things in the liquid?"

He bent over and leaned over, and he and Sherlock put their heads against him. Some black particulate matter did appear in the medicine liquid.

Is this scientific?

Donald scratched the back of his head, and he couldn't tell whether it was electrolyzed water or the effect of the medicine liquid, or the special effect that could only be produced after the combination of the two.

"What is really useful is what comes out now, and collecting it is also a troublesome process. Donald, do you have time to learn experimental science? People who can prepare pharmacies on the market are very popular."

It can be seen that Sherlock is also a novice, and the success of the experiment is even more exciting than Donald.

Most people lack scientific knowledge, which is the limitation of the times. The popularization of education is still a problem. Science has been born, but too many forces are hindering its development.

But one thing is undeniable, a wave created by human self is rolling in, and some inherent things are being changed bit by bit.

Dingdong ~

Door ringtone.

Donald was interrupted when he was trying to guide Sherlock to speak out the usefulness of the new thing.

"New commission?"

"No, it's the special work you're going to do this afternoon. Put the documents you translated so that you don't let outsiders see them."

I don’t know when, Donald has left the name of outsiders, and now he is “insider”.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from the Yi Secret Newspaper, Marcelo Blaze. I didn't expect Detective Swift to be so young and promising."

In a capable dress, holding a note in his left hand, he looked at Donald up and down.

"No, I'm not a detective, Donald Grant, just an assistant."

"Mr. Grant's temperament is not like an assistant."
Chapter completed!