Chapter 82 The “living” brain

He came to the glassware, took out a slender glass rod from the right pocket of his robe, and tapped the glassware gently.

"Dangdang..."

Amidst the crisp knocking sound, the brain inside the glass vessel trembled slightly.

That brain...is it still alive...?

Chen Yan was panicking because he had just seen Xanthium piercing the man's head with a short-handled sickle!

With such an injury, the brain was not damaged?

Two possibilities came to Chen Yan's mind:

The first possibility is that the brain in the glass vessel did not come from the extraordinary person who died just now.

The second possibility is that the brain did come from the recently deceased extraordinary person, but there was something wrong with the short-handled sickle just now——

It is very possible that the blow the sickle was directed at the man's head in the spiritual vision just now was not a "physical" blow.

The strike of the sickle did not carry any physical attack, but only extraordinary power.

Therefore, although a person dies, the structure of the brain is not destroyed but remains intact.

Xanthium's next words confirmed Chen Yan's suspicion.

"This man's body is dead, but his brain is well preserved. This is a rare specimen."

Xanthium lucidum became obviously interested.

"Please be patient, I want to show you something."

He tapped the glassware again with the glass rod.

This time, his tapping sound had a frequency, like the rhythm of some kind of music.

Soon, something miraculous happened:

With the rhythm of percussion, some extremely thin tentacles extend out of the brain.

Those things look like the stems of some kind of fluorescent plant.

The "stems" of varying lengths and thicknesses, large and small, sway left and right to the rhythm of cocklebur tapping, as if they have a strong vitality.

"You see, this brain has left the human body and has obviously 'dead' in the biological sense, but it still maintains a certain level of activity in my specially prepared solution."

Xanthium's tone was full of pride.

"In a sense, this brain is still alive!"

He suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Yan, his eyes seemed to be shining with light.

"What do you think?"

What do I think?

Chen Yan couldn't help himself from showing a panicked expression.

I think you are a fucking lunatic!

Chen Yan was silent for a moment, organized his words, and said: "From a medical perspective alone, such an invention is priceless."

A hint of fanaticism appeared on Xanthium's face, and the eyes he looked at Chen Yan became more kind.

"Do you think so too?"

Chen Yan found that Xanthium seemed to be looking forward to being acknowledged.

Chen Yan carefully summarized the language and replied:

"Yes, that's what I thought.

With a solution like this, we might be able to preserve some valuable brains.

And use some means to make use of the knowledge in the brain."

Xanthium's eyes lit up when he heard that. When Chen Yan finished speaking, he couldn't help but quickly walked to Chen Yan in two steps, grabbed his hand, and said excitedly:

"Yes! Yes! In fact, I have already implemented part of this function!"

He let go of Chen Yan's hand and used a glass rod to hit the glassware to create more complex music.

As he struck, the brain began to tremble regularly.

Faintly, Chen Yan even saw a light blue arc flashing through the folds of the cerebral cortex.

Are those...brain waves...?

How can something like brain waves be seen?

Is it my imagination?

While Chen Yan was thinking about it, he heard Xanthium ask excitedly:

"Did you hear it?!"

Chen Yan was stunned.

What did you hear?

He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately thought that when the cocklebur was tapping just now, the brain might have made some sounds!

this!

It's just a brain. It doesn't even have a vocal organ. Where does the sound come from?

From some otherworldly organ in the brain?!

Seeing that Chen Yan was stunned, Xiangu asked again anxiously:

"Did you hear it?!"

I really can't hear it...

Chen Yan realized that he could not hear the sounds that Xanthium could hear, which meant that the sounds must contain some extraordinary power.

If he could take out his cell phone now, he would definitely be able to hear the voice of his brain through the phone's microphone.

"I really can't hear it."

Chen Yan had no intention of taking out his cell phone.

Taking out your cell phone in front of Xanthium is no different from committing suicide.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot, you are a mortal..."

A look of disappointment flashed across Xanthium's face.

"what a pity."

Xanthium took two steps back, sat on the chair in front of the bookcase, and gently rubbed his temples with his hands, a look of annoyance appearing on his face.

He murmured to himself, with obvious disappointment in his self-deprecating tone.

"I originally thought that the person who could understand my research should be an outstanding transcendent..."

Chen Yan pretended not to know and asked in a very puzzled tone: "Master, what is a transcendent?"

Xanthium's face suddenly changed and she looked at Chen Yan with complicated eyes.

"Don't ask any more, or I'll feed you water soaked in sheep loin."

Sheep girdle is a euphemism used by the Asian community for a certain location on the sheep's lower body.

Chen Yan remembered that Claude Moon once said:

If a supernatural being is discovered by a mortal, the mortal will usually be asked to drink a drug called [Lost Soul Water] made from the crotch of a ram, which can make the mortal forget their memories for half a day.

Only then did Chen Yan realize that the inquiry he had just made had almost caused Xanthium to violate the [No-Fight Pact].

Chen Yan's eyes remained unchanged, but he thought in his heart that he might be able to make good use of his status as a 'mortal' and use the [No-Fight Pact] as his authority to fight against these extraordinary beings.

Xanthium looked into Chen Yan's eyes, but didn't find anything unusual.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Boy, do you have any plans for the future?"

Ask me what my plans are?

What does this old bastard want to do?

Of course Chen Yan would not tell him about her plan to study at Kingworth College.

"I don't have any plans at the moment. I just want to attract more tenants, make more money, and be able to eat beef and drink milk every day."

Xanthium's brows suddenly wrinkled and she said in an almost scolding tone:

"No ambition!"

He continued in a tone common to Asian elders:

"You are still young and you still have a long way to go, so how can you waste your time on making money?

You, a mortal...I mean, you, an ordinary person, can actually see my research results at a glance, which shows that you have a certain talent."

When Xanthium was talking, he stared at Chen Yan's eyes the whole time, which caused Chen Yan to be under a lot of pressure.

"Well, boy, you are lucky today. I will write you a letter of recommendation and recommend you to study at Miskatonic University. What do you think?"

Xanthium looked at Chen Yan, who looked confused, and smiled.

"With my letter of recommendation, you can be exempted from tuition fees of 18 pounds! What do you think? Think about it?"

When he finished saying this, Chen Yan felt his mouth was dry and only that number was left in his head.

"Eighteen pounds?!"
Chapter completed!