The Death Knell

There were plenty of hammers, but none of them were unmovable. Coulson didn't quite understand where the mental patient's problem came from, but he knew it was best not to stimulate his illness.

Although it was okay to give him another shot, after experiencing the bullying of mentally retarded people in the past, the hairless agent felt somewhat guilty. Powerful anesthetics are harmful to the brain, so it is best not to use them frequently.

Since Thor wants to see if there is a hammer he can't lift, let him see the real reality.

"Although there are still many hammers that we haven't checked, none of them can't be lifted. Every item has its own weight. If there are not enough manpower and machines, you are too absolute to say that they can't be lifted. In this way, I will bring Go look at those hammers."

Coulson relented and decided to take Thor to the construction site to have a look.

The young man is seriously ill and has pica, which loves to lick metal. He may not be able to get out of a mental sanatorium this time. Maybe he will spend his whole life there?

Then take this opportunity to take him to breathe the free air outside.

Think of it as hospice care.

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This temporary camp was actually built next to the big pit. It was built in a modular manner. Once it was transported to the place and put together like building blocks, a house could be built quickly.

Translucent corridors connect box-like rooms, looking a bit like a Mars base in a movie.

Thor still stayed in the interrogation room and licked a box of hammers, but found that they didn't smell the same.

So he threw all that away and followed Coulson, turning left and right, out of the construction area.

Then he also saw the big pit under the scorching sun, with countless hammers piled densely inside. Sometimes the wind carrying gravel would blow, and the belts on the hammer handles would sway.

A ramp was built on the side of the pit close to the camp, and a conveyor belt was set up. A forklift was installed below to pick up the hammer and put it on the dump truck, and then the truck went to the conveyor belt to unload the goods.

Hammers were sent to the edge of the pit on black rubber belts, dropped into boxes, and entered into the manual assembly line for inspection. A large group of people in black wearing white gloves sat on both sides of the assembly line, waiting for their turn. When the box arrived, I took out the hammers one by one and inspected them.

The pit is very, very deep. Even at noon, there is no sunlight at the bottom of the pit. We can only rely on a large number of lamps for illumination. The roar of various machinery and the sound of generators running around us are so shocking to those who have seen this kind of scene for the first time. Thor became confused.

The hot wind blew on his face. Colson took out his sunglasses and put them on. He turned to look at the big man beside him:

"This is the hammer we found. I don't think all these hammers belong to you, right?"

"Haha...haha..."

Thor covered his chest and made a strange sound as if his throat was stuck with phlegm. With so many hammers, if he used a stupid method to search for his own genuine ones, he would probably have to lick them for several years. The smell of blood would have long been gone by then. .

Coulson understood why Thor was panting, looked at him sympathetically, and patted him on the back considerately.

Having lived in a mental hospital for decades, suddenly coming to such a windy and sandy place is indeed prone to asthma. The agent said with experience: "Don't get excited, breathe slowly, I know it's rare for you to get out and walk around. Come with me here, maybe you'll be happy to see a few acquaintances."

It's true that he is an acquaintance. Whether he will be happy or not is another matter.

It turned out that in the tent set up on one side, it was the three professors Salvig who knocked Thor out that day. At this time, they were operating instruments to conduct deeper inspections of some hammers.

The last time the professor and the others met with Coulson, they were not very happy. They kept saying that they wanted to sue him. However, they returned the car and instruments afterwards and expressed their willingness to pay to hire the professor and the others to enter the camp to conduct research.

Schallvig, Jane, Daisy: "It smells so good!"

Originally, they drove here specifically to study meteorites, but now the agents invite them to enter the blocked area and are willing to pay, so they have to come no matter what!

Several people were a little embarrassed when they saw Coulson again, but the agent's smile solved everything perfectly, and everyone settled their differences.

Professor Schallvig was even persuaded by Coulson to join SHIELD, specializing in astrophysics research.

This is indeed a relatively unpopular major. The main research projects are the rays in the universe and the movement patterns of celestial bodies. Exploring the time of the Big Bang and other events has very high requirements for optics, energetics, and astronomy.

"Oh! You're here, just in time I'm going to find you." Professor Charleville, despite his age, still easily picked up a big hammer: "According to our testing, these things do come from outer space, above. The radioactive particles are somewhat different from those in the solar system, but the types of naturally occurring radiation in space are actually..."

Colson interrupted the professor with a smile: "Let's not talk about that first. Just tell me whether these radiations are harmful to humans and whether we need to evacuate the surrounding cities."

Professor Schallvig pointed to his suit and showed the Geiger counter to the agent: "The radiation is very weak. To use an inappropriate analogy, the radiation caused by a hammer and a banana is almost the same level. Anyone can come into contact with them without protection."

"Are there any alien germs or other harmful factors on these hammers?" Colson asked again. He handed the professor a bottle of mineral water and motioned for the professor to take a short break and not be too tired.

The three professors have barely slept these days. They are all focused on these mysterious alien hammers, and a lot of questions cannot be answered.

Since it is an alien hammer, why is the relief pattern on it Nordic style?

These hammers fell to the earth, why were even the ones made of glass and crystal intact?

Also, the instrument detected cosmic rays, but the surrounding residents only saw a beam of colorful light. When can radiation be seen by the naked eye?

Anxious and angry, the lack of answers to these questions is simply unbearable for scientists.

"Nothing. My guess is, guess... If there are really aliens, they threw these hammers through space like garbage. These hammers passed through the complete cryogenic vacuum zone. "Breaking through the atmosphere again, no known virus can survive this condition, and our electron microscopy observations confirm this."

The professor took the mineral water and drank it, while gesturing with his hand how the hammer might fly.

At the same time, he handed the hammer to Coulson, indicating that he would also play with it for a while. This thing was still heavy and could be used as a dumbbell for fitness.

Bald, middle-aged people like agents who often sit in offices are the ones who should exercise the most.

Colson was about to speak when Thor came out from behind him, took the hammer, stuck out his long tongue and licked it.

He smacked his lips and soon looked disappointed.

Behind the professor, Jane and Daisy both curled their necks and pouted, showing disgust. Although these things were said to have no alien viruses, there were still earthly germs after they had been left on the ground for so many days.

Isn't it too disgusting to lick it directly with your tongue? Who else brought this mental patient?