"We might have completely fallen into a cognitive trap." Sun Hang suddenly doused everyone with a cold bucket of water.
"Why?" Yang Qi raised her head, looking at Sun Hang with furrowed brows.
"Read that research file on the indigenous people again." Sun Hang snatched the coffee Yang Qi hadn't had a chance to drink, took a sip, and then pointed at the computer screen in front of her.
"I've read it several times already, is there a problem?" Yang Qi was quite puzzled.
"Do the indigenous people on this island have professional-grade laboratories? Do they have experienced experts? Do they possess all sorts of advanced equipment?" Sun Hang hit them with a series of questions, "They don't have anything, they can't even produce alcohol swabs for disinfection."
"..." Yang Qi, a bit stiff, dragged the mouse to the section of the file describing the hygiene conditions of the indigenous people, hesitant to speak.
