A small metal component was embedded in the ceiling, obviously blasted up there by the explosion.
"It should be a miniature engine test stand. I've seen something similar. If the rocket engine those two children made was about as big as a tube of toothpaste, it would have been braced against that thing and fired upward to collect pressure data." The officer looked up. "Once we've cleared the floor, we'll bring over a ladder and take it down."
"A miniature test stand?" Song He was stunned. "That's pretty professional!"
"That's not all. There are plenty of shattered tools on the balcony, microcontroller circuit boards, processed steel pipes, and things like that." The officer bent down and picked up a shoebox from the floor beside him. When he opened it, it was full of papers. "And this."
Song He and Xiang Xiaotong took the shoebox and flipped through the papers inside.
They were all messy handwritten materials: intricate calculations, handwritten process notes, websites for cracking programs, and so on. They were so complicated that they were dazzling.
Anyone who saw these materials would never associate them with "fifth grade." Anyone who confidently claimed that an elementary school student had researched all this alone would only be treated as a lunatic!
The teacher and student exchanged glances, their expressions extremely strange.
"Can the laptop be restored?" Song He looked at the computer with its smashed screen.
"Yes. We'll take it to recover the data later." The officer nodded.
Dormitory.
Xiang Xiaotong sat on the edge of the bed with her legs drawn up, resting, while Song He sat in front of the computer desk, holding his phone and speaking with General Wang.
"Yes, the two children aren't seriously hurt. Just superficial injuries. They'll be fine after some rest." Song He spoke