Chapter 128: It seems to be a potion, not sure, smell it again
When Witcham created the fourth set of glass instruments, William found the villain who paid the most, and the sailors spent all their money at the service station; the experiment with too intense sound and light effects finally took off.
"Slower, slower." Kraft pressed the priest's hand to make the flame farther away from the clear bottle. This set of instruments has been the first to use the latest batch of white glass, allowing them to observe more clearly
to the internal operations.
The heating props were also replaced with alcohol lamps. Although the flame was not ideal due to the cotton wick material, it was much better than a candle.
Thanks to the reappearance of green vitriol oil and the high experimental loss rate, the instrument was upgraded to three generations within two weeks, from a special-shaped turbid glass retort to a white glass three-neck flask with a catheter.
Glass craftsmen who have served the church handmade the pipes. Under the colored light projection of the rose window of the church, the senior priest who has served the Lord for more than ten years blessed and consecrated it, and it is full of metaphysical elements.
Supplemented by the guidance of someone's chemistry knowledge from the three-legged cat in middle school, the operation experience of only a few times proved that metaphysics is not worth half a copper in the face of objective practice.
By spending time, finding the feel, a little bit of luck and the probability of accumulation of times, this early amateur laboratory temporarily said goodbye to explosions and found a clever balance.
A very small amount of light, clear liquid is stored in a translucent dark glass bottle.
"Move it a little further. The outer flame is still on the bottom of the bottle, and that circle has the highest temperature." While controlling the cold water to be poured on the conduit, Kraft simultaneously instructed the priest to adjust the flame.
Adrian stabilized his sore arm and moved the lamp downwards.
Over the past few days, I have finally found some rules in my failures. What Kraft requires is not like alcohol. The higher the temperature of the distilled liquor, the more likely it is that the product will be less, and it must be distilled several times.
He vaguely realized that the bottle would form another invisible product when the temperature was too high, which was probably related to the previous two explosions.
And if the temperature is low, as long as it is not too low, the liquid can still be produced at a speed that is too slow to be easily observed.
In other words, the temperature should be low rather than high. The best idea is to heat as slowly as possible, prolong the heating process, and consciously reduce heating when there is obvious output, so that the temperature is within that mysterious range and a little lower.
Wander back.
The idea is right, but the actual operation is very problematic. Adrian will directly distance himself and use part of the flame to heat it, and in his understanding, the temperature is inversely proportional to the distance between the wick and the bottom of the bottle.
So the truth is that he has been using the inner flame for heating, and when he wants to cool down, he switches to the outer flame for heating.
"Pull away, pull away!"
Kraft discovered this during a discussion between the two after the second explosion and corrected this typical counter-intuitive mistake.
The priest decided to accept this suggestion, but when he was in a hurry, he still did the opposite. This was the source of the third explosion.
Under Kraft's careful care, the efforts of the past few days finally bore fruit. Although the fruit was still green, and he was not sure whether it was the one he wanted.
A small amount of liquid rippled at the bottom of the bottle, feeling like it was about to float away at any moment. He quickly pressed the cork on the bottle and blocked the alcohol lamp that the priest came over to illuminate it.
"that's it?"
"That's it... right?" When I was in school for souls from another world, the only places where I could see ether were the magical handkerchiefs in movies and TV shows.
In the operating room, various emerging and safer anesthesia methods have long replaced this substance. Anesthesiologists will no longer be interrupted by patients with low blood pressure, respiratory depression, respiratory obstruction or even the explosion of the electric knife while playing with their mobile phones.
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So in fact, Kraft only remembered the text description of the properties, and had a very limited understanding of safe dosage and usage methods.
To be rigorous, he needs to conduct several animal experiments first to find the dosage range, and then slowly extend it to the human body after maturity. This will be a long and tortuous process, but the power of sleep has indeed been stolen by humans. In this small
bottle, held in his hand.
First portion of ether.
"I really don't know when you will be endowed with practicality." Kraft flicked the bottle, and the glass made a clear and sweet tinkling sound. He reluctantly put the bottle into a separate compartment in the cabinet. The conditions on the scene and the dark circles under his eyes were all over the place.
He was not allowed to continue.
The night was dark, the church not far away was quiet, and the midnight bell had been ringing for a long time.
The nightmares that lingered recently showed no tendency to dissipate, which reminded Craft of those diseases characterized by repeated fevers. Latent lesions are like insect nests that produce batches of harmful substances and pathogens. The symptoms are caused by their activity.
sign.
However, apart from the listlessness caused by lack of sleep, no physical abnormalities were found.
The symptoms gave rise to a growing sense of urgency, and his working hours increased instead of decreasing. Considering that he had no clue about how to relieve this state, he planned to complete the most important content before possible deterioration.
Kraft capped off the alcohol lamp and left the laboratory with the priest in the moonlight, going to the first floor to rest - Adrian slept in the bedroom, while he borrowed the lounge chair in the living room.
This is not self-torture, a position suitable for getting up quickly can give the soul holding the sword a sense of security.
"I wish you sweet dreams, Father, and let us witness the miracle again tomorrow morning." Kraft placed his sword horizontally on the armrest and said good night to his experimental partner.
Adrian held the door, his eyes lingering on the scabbard and the scar on his face for a long time.
"I want to say..."
He wanted to say something about Kraft's current situation, including his tired and excited mental state, his refusal to allow others to approach him in his sleep, his seemingly never-ending experiments, and the topics he had been asked to pay attention to when he boarded the ship to visit his old friends in private.
Watch over Kraft.
"I want to say that you are a doctor and you should know your physical condition better." Adrian felt that there was an unspeakable reason behind the matter. When talking about this matter, William rarely lost control of his emotions, like after staring directly at lightning.
The residual image of the broken line sticks in the eyes for a long time.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "May Heavenly Father protect you in your dreams." The priest formally drew a circle in front of him, closed the door, and stopped disturbing Kraft.
rest.
"Thank you." The person on the recliner nodded to him and closed his eyes quietly. Adrian knew that this was just an appearance. He could always hear strange noises coming from the living room after falling asleep, with few exceptions.
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Kraft opened his eyes and habitually drew the long sword from his waist.
The humanoid figure with a carapace fell into the dust. The proliferated bone plates of the vertebrae replaced the skin and covered the back, canceling the innate physiological curvature and merging into a long and curved curve, like a curled insect.
The package was spread out on the ground, with blades, tweezers, and retractors arranged neatly, as if he was about to dissect it.
Judging from the scene, it was very reasonable. There was no one around, there were no classmates forming a circle to compete with him for his position, and there was no anatomy teacher who suddenly attacked him from behind. The environment was comfortable, even too comfortable.
He looked at the long sword in his hand and wondered why he had to take out such a heavy, blunt instrument. It was probably used to open shells?
No, of course it can't be like this, Teacher Jie will kill him. Kraft took back his sword and bent down to pick up the scalpel.
The moment his eyes left the anatomical specimen, he heard the sound of hard carapace sliding on the sandy surface.
The crouched corpse stood up stiffly with its contracted arms that could not fully extend, and its hollow and hollow face turned towards the living person.
The hole with jagged edges led to the interior that swallowed the light. Corrupt liquid and a sense of being noticed flowed out of the skull. It stood up and walked towards Kraft. The speed of the walking corpse was almost to deliberately leave thinking.
and escape time.
The burqa flew up, blocking the view.
The coat only had one tie at the collar. Kraft, who seemed not to react immediately, turned his back to the target to untie the knot and threw it out to block his view.
Then he draws his sword and goes through it. The clothes covering the enemy's face will conceal his activities, and the guy who thinks he has succeeded will be strung together with the cloth.
It hit the hard and cold rock with seven points of force.
Kraft put away his sword to defend himself. The environment was dark. In the fierce reaction, those parts outside the narrow range of attention were removed and replaced like stage scenery. The previous step was still in the earth-walled courtyard of the settlement under the crescent moon.
The next step forward was to step into the lightless mine.
The vibrations were transmitted between the rock layers, like thunder rolling in cumulonimbus clouds. The terrifying power was parallel to the sound of the trumpet, opening the jaws, valves and mouthparts towards him.
It appeared closer than before, forcing Kraft to escape, using abnormal methods that transcended the concept of space and the most direct way to escape.
He grasped the polyhedron in his sleeve tightly and realized the tight distance, so close that the time left for him to think was compressed to the limit. His consciousness was running, and he found the flaw in the hasty thoughts, and found the source of the comparison of "closer".
【Dream】
"Damn, stop!" The mental senses turned on reflexively, and before impulsively activating the shuttle with all his strength, Kraft blocked the process in time.
There was a sore sound of wooden feet dragging on the ground, and the old mortise-and-tenon structure groaned under the load. The body bounced off the recliner, and the sword fell and hit the feet. Rapid wheezing and coughing wandered around the living room, like lingering voices late at night.
The ghostly footsteps stopped suddenly.
In a space where the doors and windows were closed and there was no light, Kraft accurately touched the scabbard that slid a few steps out on the floor.
【Spiritual Senses】
For example, a person who wakes up from a weightless dream will subconsciously move his hands and feet to continue the actions in the dream into reality. He also subconsciously activates his spiritual senses.
Kraft seems to have found an ambiguous "meaning" in these illogical nested dreams.
The spread of spiritual senses combed through its territory, from the feet to part of the space on the second floor, and the material structure information was poured into the consciousness regardless of whether it was useful or not. This was the reason why the spirit could not sustain it for too long.
He shook his head and took one last "look", ready to close down and endure the side effects.
At the edge of the sensory field, at the location of the laboratory on the second floor, an unexpected moving animal figure allowed Kraft to suspend the closing process. They were two regular, long strips with movable joints, and the rest were outside the scope.
【leg?】
The owner of the two legs walked around the room quietly, and finally entered the range of spiritual senses.
The human figure stopped in front of the cabinet. This thin and flexible figure definitely could not be a priest who got up in the middle of the night to steal wine.
Facing the cabinet full of bottles and cans, he was obviously very confused. Father Adrian and Kraft, one of them was too lazy to take care of it, while the other remembered every bottle and never put labels or notes on them.
In desperation, the uninvited guest decided to identify them one by one. Starting from the smallest bottle that was placed alone, he opened the stopper, used a very contemporary identification method, put his finger on it and licked it.
It's a bit sweet, maybe it's what the employer is looking for, smell it again to confirm.