Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

When Yang Liu saw the gun, her face turned deathly pale with fright.

"There's a gun... Let's call the police!"

"Xu Jiang is an underground emperor; he must have powerful protectors. Calling the police won't do any good; it will only be detrimental to us!"

Lin Mo continued searching the two people without stopping.

"What should we do then?"

"You don't need to worry about this. I'll have my family handle it."

Lin Mo casually made up a lie.

"Family? Aren't you an orphan?"

"That's just an official explanation. We are a martial arts family, and it's not convenient for us to publicize this."

"oh."

Yang Liu responded without suspicion.

She had just witnessed Lin Mo's methods firsthand. With a flick of his finger, two burly men were rendered immobile. Could an ordinary person do that?

"Here's what we'll do: pack your things, join a tour group, and go on a trip to another province to relax. I'll call you back when I've sorted things out. If you stay here, I'm afraid Xu Jiang might do something to you."

"Okay. Then be very careful. If things really get tough, don't push it too hard. At worst, we can just move to another city."

"Yes! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

While Yang Liu was packing her luggage, Lin Mo quietly put the dagger, pistol, cell phone, and keys he had taken from the two of them into his personal space.

They then carried the two people into the bathroom and locked the door.

He tried to bring the two people directly into his space, and they remained motionless.

"It seems that space cannot hold living things."

He then removed the clothes from both of them and his own clothes and stored them in his storage space.

He stretched out his hands, grabbed one person's shoulder with each hand, took a deep breath, and tried to carry the living people through the passage.

With a swift movement, the scene before him suddenly shifted, and he found himself in a corner of a cave in World One.

Two burly men, whose pressure points had been sealed, were right beside him, having traveled through time with him.

"It really can bring people."

Lin Mo let out a long breath and quickly scanned his surroundings.

In the dimly lit corner, figures moved about in the distance, either fighting to the death or indulging in pleasure, and no one noticed Lin Mo in this dark corner.

Without hesitation, he took out a dagger from his spatial storage and plunged it into Scarface's neck.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining his trousers red.

The first time he killed someone with his own hands, his heart was pounding as if it would jump out of his throat.

He took a deep breath, then stabbed the henchman next to him through the neck with a backhand stroke.

After dealing with the two men, he stored the scarred man's body in his spatial storage, leaving his underling, who resembled him somewhat, on the ground.

With each dagger strike, the henchman's face was a bloody mess, unrecognizable from his original appearance.

He then took off his blood-stained trousers, put them into his spatial storage, and used clean water to repeatedly wash away the bloodstains.

After confirming once again that no one was paying attention, he thought for a moment and returned to the main world.

Back in the bathroom, Lin Mo rushed to the toilet, his stomach churning violently, and he vomited everything he could.

"So killing someone really does make you vomit."

He leaned against the water tank, panting for a while, before raising his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth and turning on the tap to wash his face.

The face in the mirror was still a little pale, but the gaze had gradually calmed down.

He changed into the clean clothes and shoes he had worn before, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and went out.

Yang Liu had finished packing and was sitting on the sofa, gripping the handle of her suitcase with both hands, looking nervous.

When she saw Lin Mo come out, she practically jumped up from the sofa.

"I'll take you to the station." Lin Mo waved to her.

"Okay. And... what about them?"

Yang Liu's gaze passed over him, then uneasily glanced towards the direction of the bathroom.

"The family will handle it."

"oh."

Yang Liu didn't ask any more questions. She put on her mask, picked up her luggage, and went out with Lin Mo.

The high-speed rail station was bustling with people. Lin Mo stood outside the security checkpoint, watching Yang Liu's figure disappear into the crowd until she was completely out of sight before turning away.

He took a taxi back to Yang Liu's building, got on his electric scooter, and headed towards the school.

When I passed by the snack street, it was the busiest time of day at noon. The sizzling sound of the iron plate, the bubbling sound of the oil in the pot, and the shouts of the vendors all blended together.

Lin Mo's gaze inadvertently swept over the roadside stalls, and it was as if a series of switches had been flipped in his mind.

[Ding! You've grasped a fragment of the recipe for egg pancakes!]

[Ding! You've grasped a fragment of the stinky tofu making method!]

[Ding! You've grasped a fragment of the recipe for Hong Kong-style milk tea!]

[Ding! You've grasped a fragment of the method for making lemon tea by foot stomping!]

……

A series of notification sounds made his head buzz.

Lin Mo slammed on the brakes on his electric scooter and stopped on the side of the road. He lowered his head and stared intently at the handlebars, not daring to look at either side again.

"System, temporarily disable top-level comprehension."

He tried to communicate in his mind.

[Ding! Top-tier comprehension has been deactivated.]

That actually works.

Lin Mo let out a long breath, turned the handlebars again, and rode straight to the school library.

He walked straight into the chemistry section, stood in front of the rows of bookshelves, and rediscovered his profound understanding.

Lin Mo pulled out a book and quickly flipped through it.

[Ding! You've grasped a basic principle of chemistry!]

[Ding! You've grasped the essence of physics and chemistry!]

[Ding! You've grasped the basics of organic chemistry!]

……

Brush brush!

The sound of rapidly turning pages was particularly jarring in the quiet library, like a tireless paper shredder.

The surrounding students all turned to look, some frowning, some rolling their eyes.

"This kind of person is really annoying. What's with all the pretense of studying at the library?"

"Yeah, it's so annoying. Sister, take a picture and post it on Xiaohongshu!"

"Does anyone in my family understand? I ran into Jiahao at the library while I was studying..."

As evening approached, Lin Mo had already finished scanning most of the books in the chemistry section, and the previously scattered fragments of knowledge in his mind were rapidly being pieced together, reorganized, and settled.

"Physics tomorrow, math the day after."

He made a plan in his mind and reached for the last book on the bookshelf that he hadn't opened yet, "Advanced Biochemistry".

"This book is a reference book used during postdoctoral studies. You probably don't need it yet. Let me look up some information first."

A deep voice came from beside me.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw an old man with gray hair, wearing reading glasses, holding a notebook in his hand, who was scrutinizing him with a slight frown.

"I'll be right there, please wait a moment."

After Lin Mo finished speaking, he turned the pages of the book and continued his rapid, cursory reading.

Seeing his posture, the old man's brow furrowed even deeper, and a clear displeasure flashed across his face, but he ultimately did not speak to stop him, and simply stood patiently to the side and waited.

Soon, Lin Mo turned to the last page.

The system notification sounded in my mind right on time.

He closed the book and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the book with a displeased expression, muttering a sentence that was neither loud nor soft:

"Impulsive and unrealistic."

After saying that, he opened his notebook and bent down to look up the pages.

Lin Mo's lips twitched. He was somewhat speechless at being looked down upon like this.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, my gaze inadvertently swept over the old man's open notebook, and a chemical equation suddenly caught my eye.

He spoke arrogantly:

"Why bother looking up information for such a simple question? The answer is CH₄, NH₃, HCN..."

Having said that, he turned and left with a flourish.

"Nonsense, and you call that CH₄!"

The old man snorted coldly without even looking up, his annoyance with Lin Mo growing even stronger.

Just as Lin Mo's figure disappeared at the end of the bookshelf, the old man's phone started buzzing.

He took it out and saw it was a call from his old friend Liu Jianmin, whose tone still carried the lingering anger of his earlier conversation.

"Old Liu, this round doesn't count! A young punk took up half my time earlier, otherwise I would have solved it long ago."

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone:

"Alright, alright, if you're not as skilled, you're not as skilled. Stop making excuses. A bet's a bet. Remember to report to my granddaughter's company tomorrow. You'll be the technical lead for the new project."

"Fine, fine, I guess I'm just unlucky."

The old man hung up the phone dejectedly.

Immediately afterwards, a WeChat message popped up; it was Lao Liu's reply.

The old man casually clicked on it, and when his gaze fell on the screen, he seemed to be paused.

That answer was exactly the same as the one Lin Mo had casually mentioned earlier.

He suddenly looked up in the direction Lin Mo had left, but the place was already deserted.

"How is that possible... How did that kid know? Did he see this equation before? No, no, this is a core secret of Old Liu's granddaughter's company. How could a student like him have seen it?"

The old man stood there, gripping his phone, completely stunned.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo had already crossed the campus and arrived at the laboratory building.

The theory has been covered enough; now it's time for practical application.

He strolled slowly down the corridor, peering intently through the observation windows of each laboratory, watching every movement of the lab workers inside—the handling of reagents, the operation of instruments, the titration techniques, the centrifugation speed.

More than an hour later, a large number of observations were cross-referenced, summarized, and integrated in his mind, and the operational essentials of various chemical experiments gradually took shape in his mind.

"It's a pity I'm not a chemistry major, otherwise I could have practiced it myself."

Lin Mo thought with a hint of regret.

His original plan was to synthesize cyanide.

This substance dissolves in water to form hydrogen cyanide, which has a faint bitter almond smell and is extremely toxic.

The most deadly thing is that the poisoned person will soon lose their sense of smell of almonds, be unaware that they are being poisoned by the gas, and their body will not have any obvious warning reaction. One second they may be having a normal conversation, and the next second they may fall down silently.

But at that moment he dismissed the idea.

The raw materials for cyanide are strictly regulated chemicals, and he simply couldn't obtain them.

"The only way is to poison them with chlorine gas."

The raw materials for this stuff are easy to obtain and inexpensive.

Simply buy some 84 disinfectant and toilet cleaner; when the two are mixed, a chemical reaction will occur, producing chlorine gas.

Although its effects are far less than those of cyanide, it is the most realistic option at present.

Lin Mo made up his mind and turned to leave the laboratory building to make purchases, but unexpectedly bumped into the old man he had met in the library earlier in the corridor.

He intended to pretend he didn't see it and walk around it, but the old man stepped forward and blocked his way.

"Excuse me, student, how did you determine the answer to that chemical equation?"