Bethiya paused after speaking here.
"...We haven't made any progress. If it's the latter, I can't give up any possibility. So I want to see her and ask her in person. But she hasn't come to the laboratory for three days in a row!"
So she was in a bad mood and they saw it.
The black people really couldn't digest the information she revealed.
"You mean, that group of ten members made uranium and plutonium with a purity of 95%?"
"Um."
"What a coincidence!"
The black man had an expression on his face that he didn't believe he could do it, and said categorically: "We haven't done it in the laboratory every day, so why can he do it?"
Bethea's broken hair fell down from her forehead. She raised her hand to brush it away. She frowned distractedly and replied in a deep voice: "We can only confirm whether it is a coincidence until we meet the chemist himself."
The black man choked at the rebuke, turned his head, and asked in a low voice: "Captain, would you like to contact your family?"
Bethea raised her eyelids, and her blue eyes were not uncommon in the sixth week, but they represented impure and noble blood.
She pursed her lips tightly, and it was obvious that she was in a very bad mood.
"I don't want to contact them."
The black man chased after her and warned her: "But you want to find a chemist, and she doesn't come to the institute. You don't want to visit her where she lives. The best way is to ask people at home to see her in the past two days." What are you doing? Give your family eye drops and let them know that the chemist has not come to the laboratory for three days."
What he said was a good idea... Bethea leaned against the wall, withdrew her gaze and fell into thinking. After a long while, she took off her insulating gloves expressionlessly, walked to the locker to get her mobile phone, and walked outside.
"I'll go out and make a phone call."
…
That's when Pierre got the call.
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