After dinner, Lair put on his college robe, which was considered the uniform of the medical school. Although it was just densely woven linen, it was Lair's best clothes. Only when encountering major ceremonies in the college can they be willing to wear them. When reporting to work, they naturally have to make a good first impression.

After extinguishing the candle on the table and locking the door, Lyle stepped into the night alone.

The sheriff's office is located on the border of the central area of ​​Cashandale, five streets away from Lyle's home. The grease in the street lights may have been added recently, and the dim light supports the night sky, so you can see the roads even if you don't need to carry a kerosene lamp.

Portable oil lamps are one of the standard equipment for sheriffs. They often have to patrol all the dark corners, relatively chaotic areas and high-incidence areas of the city. Lair has the idea of ​​using public instruments for private use. These days, life is not easy, so you can save as much as possible.

It was around 10 o'clock in the evening, and the residents of Cassandale were already asleep. The light in the house had disappeared, and there were only scattered spots in the town.

The lighting in the security office is one of several unique cases that are everlasting.

The oak door embedded in the square stone wall was open, and as Lyle approached, he could vaguely hear the voices coming from the office.

The fingers knocked on the door, and the crisp sound was so clear that it was harsh in the lonely night.

"May I ask, is Mr. Wilt here?"

There are two people in the front hall wearing the same uniform as Relf, ​​which is much better than Relf.

"I'm Wilt, Giber Wilt." The man who spoke was about twenty-five years old, with straight facial features, curly brown hair, long and narrow eyes. He looked at Lyle with a few points. "Are you?"

"I am the newcomer introduced by Uncle Relf. This is a letter he wrote, saying that he would hand it over to you."

Wilt took the letter, glanced at him quickly, and after understanding the origin of the matter, he spoke with a little teasing, "Another Mr. Bühler?"

I should have thought of it long ago that Lyle had no intention of hiding it. The relationship between him and Ryle was inevitably treated with tinted glasses, so Lyle showed his relationship as soon as he came up, so that he would not be whispered behind his back in the future.

Apparently Lyle overestimated Relf's communication skills. Wilt's eyes narrowed slightly, like a fox preparing to hunt, the malice entrained in the teasing sound was as obvious as a fly on carrion.

"Sheriff Relf said there is a body tonight, which may be used with my expertise."

"Of course, Mr. Lyle Buller, you came in time."

He greeted the rest, took out a bunch of keys from behind the counter, and walked straight to a door leading to the interior.

"Come on, Mr. Bulle."

They walked through the office area and placed more than a dozen tables and chairs. No one was there at this moment, so they might be out patrolling.

Wilt opened a piece of tarpaulin, and behind it, there was a small door made of iron, with rust on the keyhole indicating that this was not often used.

With the harsh friction of the key twisting, the iron door was opened and a stone steps led to the ground.

"A basement is used to pile up debris. This exit is not commonly used. There is also an exit directly connected to the building. The body was also moved from there. This place seemed to be a laboratory before, and it was cold and dry, which was quite suitable."

"Your job is to investigate the cause of death. You can do whatever you want. I just hope that when you come out, a report will appear on my desk. As for the experimental equipment you need, sorry, our hair is not enough, so you can use the waste inside."

"By the way, I will explain something first. Mr. Buler, our director, mercifully agreed to Relf's proposal. As his friend and colleague, I naturally hope that everything will go well. Please come on, Mr. Buler."

“I will do my best.”

"Well," Wilt yawned, "If you find something, please feel free to notify me, you can start to be busy." After that, Wilt walked towards his original position.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Wilt," said Lyle.

"Tsk, is there anything else?"

"I remember, Relf mentioned that the inspection process will be followed up by Mr. Wilt to ensure that the work goes smoothly..."

"I know, that's because Relf made a big deal. I completely believe that Mr. Boole, you can complete the task well by yourself. After all, you are a top student in the medical school. A layman like me will only get in the way here. Mr. Boole should do it yourself." After saying that, he did not give Lyle another chance to refute and left with great strides.

"..." Lyle shivered in the middle of the night, but there was no choice. No matter how bad life was, he had to live.

After lit the torch on the stone wall, Lyle was able to look around his next working environment well. A long table lies in the center, and the unlucky guy's body was on it. On the left are several bookshelves, which are now used as cabinets, with some iron tools on it, broken leather, rusted knives, and some strange objects. The red marks on it always make Lyle have bad associations. Is this a torture instrument? This is far from being as simple as the basement. Is it that the candid Wilt is not sure about the situation, or is it he deliberately doing it.

The right side was much messy, with broken uniforms, cracked saddles, mostly leather. Lyle was lucky to see some medical knives, which made people wonder if they had prepared in advance.

This is not enough. Lyle also needs a work clothes, hoping to find a suitable replacement.

Opposite the long table is a door, perhaps the so-called another exit, locked by iron chains, or maybe it is a problem with the terrain. Several floor-to-ceiling windows were opened on the other side, and dark blue starlight shone in.

There is something glowing in the pile of debris, which is reflected light. There is glass in it. Glass products these days are luxury goods, such as the colored glass windows of churches.

Lyle cared a little and walked towards that place.

It was a bird's beak mask with a weird shape.

Plague Doctor's Mask.

The pointed mask is sewn in leather, and the light is reflected from the small glass lenses.

Not far away, Lyle also found a black coat, leather gloves.

Standard equipment for plague doctors.

The reason why the plague doctor is famous.

There are two main aspects.

Weird bird beak.

At this time, it was considered a more scientific equipment. The bird beak would be filled with fragrant herbs, just like a gas mask, filtering the breathing air and blocking the rotten corpse stinking. Medieval doctors believed that "corpse gas" was the source of infection for the Black Death.

The Black Death.

Or plague. A severe infectious disease transmitted by mice. The deceased often has the face of death and blood bleeds in all its orifices.

In order to prevent the spread of the disease, plague doctors emerged.

But because of the strange shape of the plague doctor and the high mortality rate of the Black Death, the ignorant people regard the plague doctor as the messenger of death and seek whoever they die.

There is another saying that the Black Death is one of the driving forces that drive historical development.

The terrifying plague killed everyone. It made people realize that no difference between noble kings, devout priests, elegant nobles, humble civilians, and even lowly slaves.

They realized that God did not redeem them, and that the wavering of God led to the establishment of humanistic ideas, which can be said to be one of the turning points from superstition to science.

Although I found the dress of a plague doctor, Klair had never heard of the Black Death. Is this world line wrong?

The power of the divine power is prevalent, and others are suppressed, and the holy light I witnessed before, it is hard to say how long will the age of God end.

Now I have to have a full meal first.
Chapter completed!