The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 2067: Amadeus: Investigate to the End!

He glanced at Sadam Vinson out of the corner of his eye, his tone heavy and slow: "The large truck’s brakes failed and crashed into the roadside shop. The driver died on the spot."

Died?

Sadam’s face changed slightly, he sprang up and cursed: "Fuck!"

With the guy dead, it’s like the line has been cut, dead with no proof.

The other party’s move was ruthless!

Clearly not giving us a chance to investigate further!

After cursing, Sadam turned back, a spark of defiance igniting in his eyes: "Amadeus, what do you plan to do?"

"Investigate!"

Amadeus Yancey crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, stood up, and brushed the cigarette ash off his clothes.

One word—bloody and decisive.

After he finished speaking, he didn’t bother with Sadam, and headed towards the room: "I’m going to take a shower."

"It’s still morning, Amadeus, you’re showering at this hour?" Sadam was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked down and saw the extinguished cigarette butt on the tea table, and instantly understood.

Nathalie is coming back later. Amadeus doesn’t want to have the smell of smoke on him, so he’s up early for a shower.

Sadam got an unexpected mouthful of dog food, tears welling up silently in his eyes.

So why did he even ask?

Sadam raised his hand and slapped his own foul mouth, clicking his tongue, cursing his own blabbermouth!

He sulked for a bit, but didn’t delay further. He hurried to contact his buddies to see if they could dig up some clues...

*

Inside the level 8 laboratory.

Nathalie Quinlan had already started managing some small experiments on her own.

Today, Orson Saban needed to tackle a semiconductor challenge, entrusting part of the chemical reactor data collection to Harvey Cadorette.

Harvey had Nathalie handle the simpler part, while he dealt with the higher difficulty, more complex data collection.

Gathering experimental data requires a lot of backup from experiments, it’s not a simple task.

The part Nathalie was responsible for seemed simple, but actually required a lot of effort and time to execute.

She was conducting a tungsten molecule synthesis experiment.

Ever since she set foot in the laboratory, she had been revolving around this experiment, during which Agnes Baker and Williansen Barness helped her with some preliminary preparations.

Nathalie went to get the last reagent needed for the reaction—potassium permanganate—by herself.

The intense experiment took her nearly four hours. Fortunately, the entire experiment proceeded smoothly and it only needed the final fusion with the potassium permanganate reagent before she could wait to record the final experimental data.

Nathalie got the potassium permanganate from the laboratory herself. As soon as she dripped a drop with the test tube, she realized something was wrong.

In terms of the chemical reaction results, a drop of potassium permanganate reagent should have quickly discolored the rare metal in the glass test tube.

However, she quietly waited for over ten seconds, and instead of the intended reaction, the rare metal in the glass test tube began to oxidize and turn black.

Nathalie almost immediately realized what had happened.

She quickly opened the potassium permanganate reagent bottle, waved her hand at the bottle opening, and caught a whiff of a rotten egg smell.

That’s the smell of titanium sulfate!

Nathalie’s usually cold face looked stern as she held the reagent bottle and walked out of the laboratory to ask the people outside the level 8 laboratory.

"Who did it?"

The level 8 laboratory is divided into inner and outer labs. The inner one was mainly used by Orson, while the outer one was used by other people in the level 8 laboratory.

Recently, Orson was working on the semiconductor project with Nathalie and Harvey, so Nathalie used the inner lab for her experiments in the morning.

She suddenly came out from the inside, still holding a bottle of potassium permanganate, exuding an aura of irrepressible hostility, cold and arrogant, drawing everyone’s attention to her.