"What?" Martin heard Kraft exclaim, saying a word he had never heard before, but he was not surprised. It was normal for a professor of medical school to have something unknown to others pop out of his mouth.
But that's it.
Rather than a word whose meaning he didn't know, he cared more about what discovery it meant and what could explain this strange situation.
"I mean, a less common disease infection." Kraft looked around and couldn't find the yellow trash can, so he had to discard the tongue depressor in the coffin.
Literally speaking, yes, fungal infections are indeed uncommon. Even though many people have the habit of taking off the sleeve-like flexible protective fabric between the feet and shoes and smelling it, it is rare to contract fungal pneumonia as a result.
Can it be considered extremely rare news? As an organism that has nothing to do with humans most of the time, fungal infections are not as common as other pathogens.
Most of the time they are mentioned, they are followed by other underlying diseases, indicating compromised immunity. For example, Candida albicans in the mouths of AIDS patients, and Aspergillus, a complication of tuberculosis, take advantage of the situation when the situation is bad.
And enter.
This made him feel that the matter was even more unreasonable. It would be understandable if the Duke suffered from Aspergillus infection, but could it be that so many heretics here are all HIV-infected?
[Not sure, hard to say]
Kraft quickly pulled his thoughts back. It could really be something so outrageous. But Candida infection should not be like this. Compared with normal conditions, it is simply the difference between a virgin forest and artificial turf.
And even if this inexplicable inspiration is correct, fungi are also a large category. The difference between fungi that infect the human body and mushrooms may be greater than that between humans and pigs. Why are they juxtaposed together?
Just because they are so... "luxuriant"?
Yes, Kraft felt that he had grasped a certain key. The problem was not the fungus, or not just the frequent occurrence of fungi in recent experiences, but the unusually vigorous life of the fungus, which grew in an unstoppable manner.
"Close the lids and carry them in. Let's start with the one in the robe."
Despite their reluctance, the soldiers moved under the command, reset the cover, carried it into the room, and then quickly left here as if a ghost was blowing on the back of their necks.
Martin handed the tools he had brought to Kraft and sealed the door. The two of them worked together to carry the corpse of the pagan leader and the coffin onto the low table, and lit a circle of candlesticks around it. These light sources were
Illuminating the makeshift dissecting table also made the scene even more indescribable.
Compared to the person lying down, they may now be more like some vicious pagans who will perform bloody and dark rituals.
Kraft took out the instruments and neatly stacked them aside, put on a special robe, and checked the integrity of the gloves for the last time. "I need to confirm, is this behavior considered a private favor, or is it not limited to our wishes?"
"Our investigation is permitted. Even if anyone has an opinion, they must make concessions before threatening the stability of the entire Westminster." Martin had no intention of leaving. He stood by the coffin and looked at the body, his facial muscles tense.
, forcing myself to face the source of fear in order to desensitize.
Kraft noticed this, but he couldn't quite empathize with it. In his opinion, Martin was not a person who had never had blood on his hands. He should not be so sensitive to death, and when he was numb to life and death, there was nothing too terrible.
"Only one person is needed for the next work. If you find it boring, you can work on other things first." In view of a little habitual care, Kraft can still give him a tactful suggestion not to torture himself, "To be honest,
To laymen, this is just a boring lake, and even if you read it, you still need to explain it."
"If it doesn't hinder you, please let me watch. I can help you a little if necessary." A refusal that went against his heart, and Martin insisted on staying.
"Then I'll start." Kraft picked up the knife and cut from the collar, preparing to cut open the tangled clothes. Anyway, he didn't want to do a full dissection, just a simple exploration, so there was no need to be very strict.
Lifting the fabric with tweezers, the sharp blade passed across the chest, cutting the ring pattern in half. The robe slipped to both sides, revealing the rough chest. Millet-like dense undulations were scattered under the skin, as if something was about to be separated.
The loose skin and subcutaneous tissue folded into strange skin patterns during transportation, so that the circular tattoo in the middle of the chest turned into a twisted and irregular shape.
The fingers protected by the gloves pressed on a piece of skin and tried to move left and right. The range of motion was very large and he could feel a feeling similar to the friction of two layers of rubber. This reminded Kraft of the first time he touched the skin of a patient with subcutaneous emphysema, and he saw a
It has a "twirling" feeling, but a bit more astringent.
It's not like the texture of the skin and flesh itself being connected, but instead a thin fiber mesh interlayer sticks them together, making the texture loose and even fluffy.
"It seems to be very fluffy down there, and it's not empty. I'm not sure." Kraft raised his finger and pressed it again. This time he was sure that this change was widespread throughout the entire torso.
He swept away the clothes that were cut in half, and the clothes on both sides slid along the loose body of the deceased and fell to the bottom of the coffin, making the sound of small hard objects colliding, "Wait a minute, you didn't search me?"
"No..." Martin shook his head, "At that time, I thought I would bring it back and talk about it later, so I didn't rush to do anything."
I'm afraid no one wanted to search the body of such a weird guy, right? It sounded like something was hidden in the robe. Kraft followed the sound and quickly found two hidden pockets with unknown openings.
He didn't want to be distracted at this moment, so he simply cut open the bag and took out a metal vial that could be seen everywhere and a string-encrusted ornament with an unknown purpose. He placed it on the table next to him for further study after the dissection was completed.
Martin curiously walked around the coffin and examined the two pagan belongings. He thought they would be symbols of fanatics, but there was no ring-related design element found on the ornament that should be the logo.
A piece of translucent gem-like mineral is fixed in a metal frame, without even polishing, and is directly strung together to make a pendant.
For a pagan leader, his life is quite simple, and no money can be found in his body, which is very inconsistent with the image that he was just trying to make money when he first discovered this paganism.
On the other side, Kraft has carefully cut a shallow triangular opening, and uses tweezers to pinch the edge and slowly uncover it. It is surprisingly easy, and there is no need to carefully grasp the depth like in the anatomy class, and use the blade to carefully separate the tough epidermis and subcutaneous tissue.
Soft tissue, he just used a little force on his wrist to lift up the loose wrinkled skin.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, he felt like he was tearing off a different piece of orange peel. With a slight hiss of separation, the skin was lifted up at a constant speed, and the white three-dimensional silk screen was severed underneath. This was the looseness he just felt.
Tissue, fine dots can also be seen between the grids on the suspected tissue remnants that have not been completely decomposed.
Surprisingly, terrifyingly strong vitality is hidden under the dead skin. It is a lush mycelium that no one has ever seen and dare not imagine. It is like a miniature scavenger city built by hollowing out the mountain.
Before Kraft could recover from the shock in this corner, the sound of objects turning was heard from the shelf.
"Professor Kraft, look at this. It seems to be shining inside?"