This article actually has nothing to do with chemistry. Nothing to do! Nothing to do!
Pick——
Yu Xinchang stood up, kissed his ticket exaggeratedly, pointed a gun at Shen Gongce's forehead, and asked: "Who killed Cock Robin?"
He smiled and pulled the trigger——
"It's me."
Product of imagination
Note:
1. There are already saved manuscripts A~N
2. Coding is so troublesome. I don't want to type. I don't want to type. I don't want to type.
3. Each article is very short
4. The story and description are simple
5. Not scary
6. There may be logical errors. Oh, don't pay attention to this detail.
7. The author's IQ balance is insufficient. Please ignore all details that are contrary to common sense and inconsistent with the status quo.
8. It's 8 and it's really gone.