The Most Random System

Chapter 1098: Chapter 492: The Nobel Prize Was Announced, but None of This Book’s Readers Won—I’m Very Disappointed

"This workshop location is quite remote, we’ve even left Xiling."

Parking the car on the roadside flat ground, Yangliang got out of the car, glanced at the slightly desolate surroundings, and casually remarked.

At this point, he was already outside the town’s boundary, in the nearby village area.

The road beside him was no longer asphalt but rather an evidently aged concrete road, with most of the friction patterns worn away, and many cracks visible. The bumpiness on the way here was quite noticeable.

But luckily, it wasn’t a dirt road.

Remember, if roads in a village are still dirt roads these days, it proves that throwing a pack of cigarettes on the ground and asking who dropped it could spark a world war, with customs as simple as Gotham.

Right now, it’s a very normal situation.

Alongside, Lin Li, who had been abandoned by Yan Aosong’s sad smile and got into Yangliang’s car, also got out and while checking the messages on his phone, snapped his fingers:

"If a fake cigarette workshop were built in a busy downtown area, that would be even more unreasonable."

"The most dangerous place is the safest place, isn’t it ’hiding under the lamp’?" Yangliang chuckled, neither denying nor acknowledging.

He adhered to this point.

For instance, since colleagues learned that his stash money had never been discovered by his wife, they’ve often come to him for advice, and eventually pried out Yangliang’s genius idea!

—He hid his stash money in his wife’s bank card!!

Right under her nose, but Yangliang’s wife has never realized this horrifying fact!!

A top-level mind game comparable to Zhongli faking his death, perhaps the day Yangliang’s wife learns the truth, she will cry.

"But what I was marveling at wasn’t this, but rather the fact that your connections even extend to here, reaching outside of Xiling."

Yangliang naturally knew this kind of operation base, even in urban areas, would be in old residential buildings, so arranging it in such a village was even more normal, so he added with a chuckle.

"Hehe."

Yan Aosong, who was following Yangliang’s car and had also parked, walked over to join the two: "Let’s go, head to the scene."

—To avoid alerting the snake before striking, they parked at a distance from the workshop’s actual location, intending to go over and observe first, and if not discovered, wait for the other Demon Suppression Envoys to gather before taking action.

"Let’s go."

"F*ck, a sword." Lin Li had not taken a few steps before picking up a stick from the ground.

Though it wasn’t as straight as the one he’d found on an autumn outing, now placed on the classroom window, it was still fun to brandish it.

Yangliang and Yan Aosong looked at Lin Li walking ahead, starting to swat the roadside weeds with his "sword," and shook their heads with amusement—at times like this, Lin Li actually seemed quite human.

"Lin Li, don’t walk further inside. I remember there are snakes around here. Not sure if they’re all hibernated yet; be careful not to wake one up and get bitten." Yan Aosong relaxed a bit, chuckling.

"No big deal,"

Lin Li continued displaying his invincible swordsmanship, speaking even more nonchalantly:

"Long ago, I researched a universal solution for snake venom. If it weren’t so alarming for a six-year-old to win a Nobel Prize, bringing me unnecessary attention and causing me to lose a happy childhood, I’d have published this finding in top journals long ago."

It’s not just the fear of astonishing people.

Lin Li mainly heard that if a university student could win a Nobel Prize, some schools might add a whole 2 credits, so why waste the opportunity at six?

Yangliang and Yan Aosong exchanged a glance, nodding, reaching an agreement.

Don’t ask.

Shut up.

Silent.

Lin Li: "Since you two uncles are curious enough to ask, I’ll tell you."

I’ve discovered that all snake venom is protein, and protein loses activity under high heat. So you just have to put the poisoned person in a pressure cooker and boil for an hour; the snake venom will lose its activity and can’t harm humans anymore."

"Who the hell asked you!"

"Who’s curious! We’ve both been pretty quiet!"

Yangliang and Yan Aosong’s mouths twitched slightly; this Lin Li no longer needed a supporting act.

But what can you say? With Lin Li’s research, instead of publishing in a top scientific journal, Yangliang and Yan Aosong suggest publishing it in a top culinary journal.

Hannibal and the Cannibal Race would likely subscribe.

Yan Aosong sighed: "The snakes here aren’t venomous; otherwise, they’d have been dealt with long ago. But if it were you, Lin Li, even a bite from the most poisonous five-step snake wouldn’t bother you."

Lin Li said nothing, just continued wielding his swordsmanship.

Don’t ask.

Shut up.

Sil—

Yangliang looked at Yan Aosong: "Oh? How so?"

Yan Aosong: "A five-step snake means five steps, a dead man; Cao Zhi’s seven steps, a poet; and Lin Li’s nine steps, a human. Lin Li, you win!"

Lin Li: "(•́へ•́╬)!!"

Who asked you! Oh, Uncle Yang really asked.

Damn Uncle Yan, damn Uncle Yang! Not only do they refuse to be my supporting act, but they also support each other, two against one. The advantage isn’t mine, sad!

Lin Li: "But Uncles, if I were really bitten by a venomous snake, would you help suck the venom out for me?"

Yangliang shook his head: "No, because sucking is illegal."

Lin Li: "Could you take me to the hospital?"

Yan Aosong shook his head: "No, because aiding in drug transportation is illegal too."

Lin Li: "Could you take me home to wait for my end?"

Yangliang shook his head: "No, because aiding in hiding drugs is illegal."

Lin Li: "Then what should I do?"