Novel & Cerita Boiling Point Of Bleach

"It's a probability. I am also aware of the likelihood that the prosecution may have made wildly exaggerated claims. It's clear that no bombing attack was imminent." "Are you thinking of anything else?" "Above all. I am sceptical that the conspirators simmered down a bleaching agent to an attentiveness of eighty percent. Such a technique would be extremely dangerous, and the subsequent fluid would be almost not viable to stockpile. Peroxide is used in some manufacturing procedures, chiefly as a blanching instrument. If you or I, or the radicals, had the proper qualifications, we could buy it at manufacturing potency, which is generally fifty percent. And if we did, we would find that it arri

“Pick something, anything. Just take your mind off of the pain.” “Focus. Okay.” I pick the first thing that comes to mind, “Water. H2O. Dihydrogen Oxide. Molecular weight: 18.015. Clear, colorless, odorless. Possible states of matter: liquid, solid, gas. Freezes at zero degrees centigrade, boils at one hundred degrees centigrade. Essential for life.”

I took the bottle of bleach and poured it into the washing machine without a second thought. In the same way, I took the duvet and placed it with the white bedsheet, allowing it to rest for a few minutes. I filled another washing machine halfway with water and detergent, then added the second bedsheet. I observed it absorbing water, growing heavy in my hand. I focused intently, biting my lips to ease the discomfort in my hands and shoulders. It was quite an unpleasant experience, and I was relieved that Yasmin wasn’t here. As if she could read my mind, she opened the door and walked in, holding a bottle of more bleach. “Oh, I forgot to mention something.” Don’s white bedsheet should be clean

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

"But a king must ensure his supply lines are entirely secure. Tell me, Tanya... if the base ingredients for this cure are so rare, what is the exact molecular boiling point required to keep the Moonlit Orchid extract from degrading under sulfur heat?" ​Tanya’s arrogant smile froze instantly. Her eyes widened in sheer panic, her mind scrambling through the stolen notes she had tried to memorize on the carriage ride. "The... the boiling point, Your Majesty? It is... it must be kept at a standard high-heat flash boil! Around four parts sulfur to one part..." ​She trailed off, noticing the head physician frowning in confusion.