The police car's sirens blared all the way as it sped through the crowded streets during the evening rush hour. Under the curious gazes of countless pedestrians, it drove in the direction of the hospital.
"The author of 'To See the Obvious' was the Australian chemist Arthur Burch. His most famous achievement was the Burch reduction reaction, named after him. 'Description of the Factory Mass Production Method of Amorphous Phosphorus' was a work published by the Austrian chemist Ernst Schleter in 1848. Schleter's main achievement was the discovery that white phosphorus heated to 250 ℃ in an inert gas would produce a red allotrope, which is red phosphorus. The author of 'Terpenes and Camphor', Otto Wallach, was the 1910 Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry. He also made a discovery named after himself, called the Liucat Wallach reaction, which is the reductive ammoniation of carbonyl compounds with ammonia or amines. "
Yan Ji turned the steering wheel and glanced at the passenger seat. He couldn't help but ask, "What does this have to do with the kidnapping?"
"The Burch reduction reaction, the red phosphorus reduction method, and the Liucat Wallach reaction, all three have something in common." Jiang Stops looked up from the notes left by Chu Ci and said, "They are the three main methods used by drug gangs to synthesize methamphetamine."
Yan Ji, who was driving, was speechless.
Han Xiaomei, who was in the backseat, was speechless.
Both of them had an expression of sudden realization.
"But this hint is too academic. Even his own supervisor didn't realize it. Are you sure you didn't misunderstand?" Han Xiaomei couldn't help but ask, "Is it possible that he participated in the drug production himself, and he was looking for these reference books?"
Jiang Stops's answer was very calm. "It's not possible. There are two main reasons. First, the production of methamphetamine is very simple. Chu Ci, who is very talented in chemistry, didn't need any reference books. He could have synthesized it in his own kitchen. That's the first reason.
Second, I read Chu Ci's notes. He has a slight anxiety disorder, which is OCD. The specific manifestation is that when he writes', he will force his strokes to stop on the horizontal line of the notebook. For example, when he writes'T ', the second stroke will always be on top of the horizontal line, forming an extremely precise right angle. If you look at all his notes, you will find that every vertical line is like this. If the right angle isn't straight enough, he will forcibly alter it himself. "
There was a rustling sound in the backseat. Han Xiaomei looked up and said in shock, "It's really like that!"
"This is very normal." Jiang Stops said, "Chu Ci lives in a very stressful environment. Every year, he has to win the highest award for his thesis, experiment, and PhD. His roommate, Feng Yuguang, made him unable to rest well for a long time. His emotional disorder is almost tailor-made for this kind of person. It's not surprising that he has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder."
He gestured to Han Xiaomei. "Look at the photo album on your phone."
Han Xiaomei was confused and opened the album. The latest photos were taken by Jiang Ting at the outlet of the storage tank.
"According to Chu Ci's experiment notes this week, I found the storage tanks that he might have touched. I found that all the outlets were placed like vertical lines, precisely at the edge of the floor tiles at a precise ninety-degree angle. Yes, this is his obsessive-compulsive disorder, but look at the few storage tanks that were stolen early this morning. "
Jiang Stops took the phone from Han Xiaomei and signaled to Yan Ji.
Yan Ji turned to the side as he drove, his eyes glancing at the phone screen.
The silver Mercedes-Benz roared and changed lanes like a scalpel, steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly cutting through the traffic.
"These outlets were placed randomly." Jiang Stops pointed to the photos in the photo album and said, "They were just thrown on the ground after they were used."
"Your hands are pretty," Yan Ji said casually.
Jiang Stops: "…"
Jiang Stops's face went blank for a moment, and Han Xiaomei, who was in the back seat, was caught off guard. She almost exploded into a firework in the sky.
Yan Ji's gaze returned to the road ahead. "That is to say, the person who stole the controlled chemicals is very likely not Chu Ci, and he was framed?"
"…" Jiang Stops said, "… Hmm."
The police car in front of them rushed into the front door of the hospital. Yan Ji turned on the lights, changed lanes, and didn't step on the brakes at all. With a flash, the car came to a steady stop in front of the emergency department.
Yan Ji pushed the door open and got out of the car. Five or six criminal police officers had already jumped out of the police car in front of them. The doctors, nurses, and patients' family members around them kept talking and looking at them nervously from all directions.
Yan Ji said, "But there's one thing I don't understand."
He walked quickly to the emergency building, and the criminal police officers followed behind him. Jiang Stops's pace was originally more steady than that of ordinary people, and now he couldn't keep up with them. Yan Ji slowed down and grabbed him, and they walked forward together.
"According to the triangulation done by the technical investigation, Chu Ci's last call was received near the warehouse. With the current criminal investigation technology, the most accurate positioning error can be no more than 20 meters." Yan Ji leaned close to Jiang Stops's ear and asked, "— — You said he was framed, then why did he go to the warehouse in the middle of the night? Was he also held hostage?"
Jiang Stops frowned slightly, and his face was obviously turned in another direction, but Yan Ji pulled him back and forced him to move his head closer to his.
"If he was held hostage, it's impossible for him to not cause any commotion. He walked into the warehouse by himself." After a few rounds of tug-of-war, Jiang Stops finally gave up and said helplessly, "If your technicians extracted traces of Chu Ci's DNA from the back of the head of the victim, Nian Bowen, then it's enough to prove that Chu Ci was the one who destroyed the surveillance and power system last night."
With a ding, the elevator door slowly closed. Yan Ji asked, "Why did he go to the warehouse?"
The hospital elevator was extremely spacious, and it wasn't crowded at all when a few criminal police officers entered. Everyone looked at the metal wall at the same time, peeking at Yan Ji and Jiang Stops from all angles.
Jiang Stops asked in a low voice, "Can you not get so close to me?"
Yan Xuan immediately furrowed his thick and sharp brows. "What are you doing? What's wrong? Are you a little girl? "
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