[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 56 This World Is Absolutely Abnormal 56

Chapter 56 The Emerging Crisis

Since the beginning of wisdom, the endless creativity that accompanies wisdom has solved many seemingly insurmountable problems one by one and appropriately.

For example, in the early 20th century, New York City was flooded with horse manure, threatening to trample on human civilization. As a result, the automobile, a means of transportation with lower prices and less excretion, made urban residents no longer have to hold their noses on the road. .

However, the new environmental protection plan in the information still surprised Watson greatly:

Transporting sulfur dioxide to the stratosphere of the atmosphere to achieve the effect of blocking light and reducing temperature and alleviating the greenhouse effect sounds even crazier than a hundred abnormal human research centers descending on 221B at the same time.

It's not like a solution, but more like a conspiracy.No wonder the British government has turned to consulting detectives for help.

Sherlock looked up the information quickly, and his slender fingers moved smoothly on the screen like plucking the strings of a violin. He eloquently explained to the cohabitant who had just established a relationship: "In 1991, Luzon Island, Philippines, Mount Pinatubo erupted, spewing ash 22 miles into the sky and spewing 2000 million tons of sulfur dioxide into the stratosphere, a layer that floods the stratosphere with a thick layer of sunscreen that reduces the amount of sunlight reaching the surface. Two years after the volcanic eruption, the average surface temperature has dropped by about 0.5 degrees Celsius, which proves that it is theoretically feasible to send sulfur dioxide to the stratosphere to alleviate the greenhouse effect. John, you'd better close your eyes temporarily, lest your beautiful The eyeballs popped out of their sockets, and I had to preserve them in formalin."

Watson happily accepted the creepy, Sherlock-style sweet words, and stretched out a hand like a beckoning cat, asking the omniscient and omnipotent cohabitant: "The problem is that spraying sulfur dioxide on the cohabitant Stratosphere, HOW? Use artillery shells to carry and launch? Send out fighter jets fueled by sulfide, and exhaust exhaust in the stratosphere? These ideas seem to be more suitable for science fiction films than scientific methods, and they are not in line with economical and practical principles."

"And our life is becoming more and more like science fiction, John, since you moved into 221B Baker Street." Sherlock bared two rows of teeth, and laughed unceremoniously, "An eighteen-mile-long pipe can solve the problem, as long as [-] tons of sulfur dioxide per year. As for the material of the pipe, just leave it to Bruce. stumped."

"10 tons? 10 tons of sulfur dioxide will eventually settle down from the stratosphere and enter the natural environment." Watson shook his head disapprovingly, a wisp of gray-gold soft hair stood above his head, like a bunch of dumbfounded Mao, "How can we solve the additional negative effects brought about by the sulfur dioxide that fulfills the mission?"

Unsurprisingly, the cryptic, "Facts once again prove that I'm the smart one" expression floated up Sherlock's face.He said pretentiously: "I doubt again how you got your doctorate, John. One hundred thousand tons is not a big number. You know, at least 25 million tons of sulfur dioxide enter the atmosphere every year, and about 50% come from volcanic eruptions." , 25% comes from other natural phenomena, and only 1% comes from human activities. According to calculations, we only need to reduce the current sulfur dioxide emissions by [-]%, and then inject [-] tons into the atmospheric stratosphere, which is enough to cool the earth!

Converted, it only needs 34 gallons per minute, which is not much more than the spray volume of high-grade garden hose. "

"The degree I was awarded is a doctor of medicine, not geography." Watson retorted unconvinced, "Even if with the help of Bruce, an 18-mile-long high-strength hose that is thicker than a fire hose is made, how can we let the doctor's degree pass?" Does it stand up and stretch into the air?"

"Use your imagination, John! Balloons! Pumps! Fix a high-strength aluminum balloon and a pump every 20 yards, and the liquid sulfur dioxide will be sent into the air by numerous small pumps! Each pump is about [-]kg, no bigger than a pump for a private swimming pool!"

"A nozzle is installed at the end of the hose to spray liquid sulfur dioxide into the stratosphere?" Watson followed Sherlock's train of thought. "Why choose the North Pole?"

"After this case is over, I'll be sure to give you secondary school geography, John. Stratospheric air generally moves toward the poles, and the poles are more vulnerable to climate warming."

"No matter how rigorous and perfect your argument is, I still agree with the oriental values, the unity of nature and man, and harmonious coexistence, rather than surgical transformation." Watson went through the information again, "Since this method It’s easy, it’s ridiculously cheap, and it has so many benefits for so little, so why is McCrov still worried about it?”

"Think, John, think." Sherlock replied leisurely, like a hunter who has dug a trap, watching his prey approaching unsuspectingly with vigilance and pleasure.

Following Sherlock's example, Watson put his steady hands on both sides of his temples: "You are always right, Sherlock...well, sulfur dioxide, one hundred thousand tons of sulfur dioxide...why must it be one hundred thousand tons? The Canadian government must prefer higher temperatures and extended growth cycles, which can turn a large barren ice sheet into fertile soil suitable for planting. On the contrary, oil and coal producing countries must increase the amount of sulfur dioxide spraying. The lower the earth's temperature, they The more profitable it is... Who controls the amount of sulfur dioxide spraying? How can we ensure that other countries will not build a pipe in their own country and secretly change the amount of spraying? When everything has not yet settled and no agreement and consensus have been reached , what else can this plan bring besides compromise, game, scramble and division?" His voice became lower and lower, and finally compressed into a low and inaudible whisper—if Sherlock's ears weren't Words sticking to Watson's lips.

So close that with just the slightest tilt, his ear would touch his lips.

Watson turned his head awkwardly, trying to let the white clouds in the sky outside the window cool him down.

Big white clouds set against the continuous ice and snow, like mirrors full of mist.

On the window of the plane, Sherlock's strange and beautiful image is reflected.

He is thin but not sick at all, his neckline is slightly open, and his beautiful collarbone grandly declares his presence. His unique temperament and inorganic face cast a layer of mystery on him, but it is a pity that when Sherlock opened his mouth, this tall image It will be destroyed immediately.

"That's right!" Those nimble and sharp cat's eyes became sparkling in an instant, and Sherlock was as excited as a child, "Before all countries in the world reached an agreement on this proposal, Mycroft discovered that the concentration of sulfur dioxide exceeded the standard in the North Pole." Signs, politics, boring politics! The chief of the secret service is busy again, good luck to his teeth and hairline." He acted a little schadenfreude.

And a nerve called "Danger Perception" vibrated violently in Watson's cranial cavity.

Since ancient times, human beings have transformed nature with the wisdom bestowed by nature.

Generations of progress and development, when human technology breaks through a critical point, it finally triggers unscrupulous madness.

And madness is like gravity, you just need to push it lightly, and you will fall into it.

When human beings proclaim themselves gods, aloof, trying to cut off the connection with nature, trying to abandon the awe of nature...

Watson could not restrain himself, thinking of the Atlanteans who fled from their home planet.

With complicated and unspeakable thoughts, Watson found that the plane had already landed.

Opening the hatch, the arctic wind, as sharp as a knife, rushed toward their faces, stubbornly pulling their clothes and a little bit of exposed skin.

"How do we investigate?" Watson accidentally swallowed a mouthful of cold wind, shivering and coughing all over his body. With what he thought was the most nonchalant look, he glanced lightly at Sherlock, signaling that he was fine.

Then, his cohabitant and new boyfriend turned around with a big stride, gracefully standing between John and the cold wind: "Bruce prepared a sulfur dioxide concentration detector, high-tech boring equipment." His tone was as impatient as ever .

"This helps to compress the boring investigation time." Watson stood on tiptoe, and patted Sherlock's head with his rounder hand, which was made more round by wearing thick gloves.The well-wrapped, adjustable temperature jacket restricts his movements, making him look even more like a chubby, clumsy Teddy.

"Actually, it's not that boring." After the two of them walked several hundred meters in silence referring to the detector's instructions, Sherlock suddenly pursed his lips.

Ah, Sherlock Not Tsundere Will Die Star Sherlock Holmes!

my sherlock...

It was the closest thing he could say to "I love you".

Before Watson had time to respond to Sherlock's confession, his eyes were caught by a trace of golden and bright red hidden in the snowdrift.

He squatted down hurriedly, and moved a few heavy pieces of ice with his bare hands...

Under the ice and snow was a young boy with blond hair, eyes closed, and blood frozen.The back half of his body is still buried, his eyelids are black and his face is gray, almost like a puppet who cut the string...

Watson hurried to feel his pulse.

In the next second, Teddy rose from the ground like a cannonball and shouted at the communicator: "This little guy is still alive, Superman! Help him!"