Xia Zhou grabbed a separate notebook, made a list of the raw materials needed, and headed towards the poison cabinet hall.
After a busy morning, a rigorous poison research report appeared on his desk by noon.
Xia Zhou took this report to the staff canteen on the third floor for lunch, then went up to the fourteenth floor to find Captain Dunk.
Dunk was leaning against the window of the office, holding a hawthorn-root pipe in his hand, puffing out smoke towards the window, using the mixture of spice tobacco to revitalize himself.
"I need to take a few more puffs, hope you don't mind. Getting older, it's a bit hard to keep up."
Dunk gave a friendly chuckle, took a puff of smoke, slowly exhaled it towards the window, and the wrinkles on his face comfortably spread out, his eyes becoming more profound.
"Did you find anything?"
Xia Zhou flipped through the report, showed the executive summary page and said: