"Glowing?" Craft drew his attention and glanced towards the place where the sound came from. He found that Martin had picked up the pendant embedded with unknown minerals, walked to the dark place and surrounded it with his palms to block the light and check it.
"That's right, it's its own light. You can see it clearly this way." The knight held the pendant up to his eyes with the candle on his back, confirmed his discovery, and then wanted to hand it to Kraft for inspection.
Kraft, who was holding a knife and tweezers, trembled subconsciously. His hands loosened and the opened skin fell back to its original position, "No! Stay away from me and put that thing back!"
Although he didn't know what it was yet, his instinct told him not to get too close to some luminous gadget with unknown principles. Moreover, this thing had just been taken out from the pocket of a suspicious person whose skin was full of mycelium. He didn't know if it had anything on it.
thing.
"I suggest you clean your gloves and wipe them with lime powder, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen."
He wasted a pair of needle-holding pliers, picked up the tether of the thing, and lifted it into the darkness of the room. Fortunately, he didn't feel the rumored itchy skin or nausea, and he didn't notice any light immediately.
"Why? Is there any danger in this?" Martin was frightened by the doctor's overreaction. He knew that the inlaid was just in front of the tip of his nose. If something really happened, it would be 80% too late now.
"Based on my personal experience, a large number of minerals that emit light are often associated with certain incurable diseases."
While intimidating Martin, Kraft distanced himself and observed the ornament from a few steps away.
Under the bright candlelight just now, it was just a stone that was not in good condition, black and slightly reddish. Its transparency could hardly be classified as a gemstone. In addition, the bracket was made of ordinary brass and had no special decoration. It was really
It is difficult to associate with any important items.
But when the light is dim, the glow Martin described becomes easier to detect.
It was not a whole stone emitting fluorescence as imagined, like fluorite. It was a kind of light coming from the inside, which was a dull red color. It was more like a light source at the bottom of a deep pool that penetrated the turbid water layer and came out.
In the air, or a bright red eye is staring at the observer motionlessly.
In the dark silence, Martin couldn't help but ask: "So is this the 'not a small part' you said?"
"Not sure. If I had seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have the chance to stand here." Kraft shook his head. He had a little doubt that this thing contained radiation, but then he thought about it. The pagans must have had a long history of contact.
, if it’s just for a short while, nothing will happen.
"Find two lead boxes, the thicker ones, and we'll seal them."
Although there is no solution to radiation sickness, the way to deal with suspected radiation sources is very simple. Lead is a metal that is widely distributed, easy to extract and has a low melting point. It is soft and easy to shape, so it is easy to find a lead container to lock it up.
.
Of course, this was just in case, as the pagans had been living with it for a long time, which showed that this thing was not a strong radiation source. As for what it was, it was hard to judge. Maybe it was really a special piece of fluorite. They quickly found a
A lead bottle with a lid was temporarily used instead, and the pendant was thrown in, ending this little episode in the dissection.
"That's it for now, Martin, go over there and rub your gloves clean in the lime basin, and don't touch anything until I finish, okay?" Craft picked up the knife and tweezers again, and returned to the coffin to continue.
work.
Making a Y-shaped incision to enter the body, he quickly understood the cause of the sagging skin. When the dry epidermis is pressed, it resembles pitting edema, leaving unrecoverable pits. The interior is almost entirely filled with loose cotton-like hyphae.
Inherits the organic matter and moisture of the original tissue.
The costal cartilage that connects the sternum and ribs has also been eroded, causing the overall structure to enter an unstable state, which reduced a lot of trouble for Kraft when he dismantled the thorax.
It was relatively easy to cut through the already fragile costal cartilage, disconnect the bones, and pry up a gap in the thorax. He first wanted to reach out, but then retracted and replaced the pliers, and penetrated into the chest along the right edge of the sternum, facing
He looked puzzled. Then he opened the pliers and turned them around a few times. It seemed that he didn't hit any obstacles at all.
"It's a little strange... Do you want to avoid it?" Kraft suddenly raised his head and asked without warning. Martin shook his head in confusion. Since he had seen it before, there should be no need to avoid it now.
Then he saw Kraft opening half of his chest like a leaf window, half of the barrel vault being flipped open, and ribs arranged inside like church beams. The light shone into the right chest that should have been filled with lungs, but it was empty inside.
There is only a hollow on the back wall, with protruding growths of various colors like bubbles in a lake, cauliflower, and small corals.
In the intercostal space on the inner surface of the chest wall, in the deep tissue, lush hyphae support imbricate-like layers of things. They grow parallel to the ribs like some kind of soft scales, and the horizontal strands extend like dense scale crests.
Enough.
At first glance, it looked like a devil's treasure box had been opened, with various forms of creatures vying to show off their bodies. Martin took two steps back to avoid visual impact, making it impossible for him to see the original appearance of those things.
The outline seems to be moving with the rough chest opening movements.
His body reacted one step ahead of his chaotic brain. He felt his stomach contract and a burning sensation flowed back down his esophagus. He bowed unconsciously and had a sour taste in his mouth.
Martin was used to seeing how his enemies and his own side died from injuries from different weapons, but witnessing such a situation still broke his understanding of the upper limit of the most terrifying encounter a person can encounter in the world. It simply opened up to him.
He entered a corner of hell and was baptized with a spirit that was too cruel and vicious to describe.
"Uh!" He pinched his neck, and the lime powder from wiping his gloves drifted into his nostrils, causing him to sneeze twice in a row. He couldn't help but induce vomiting, and a distant voice of concern floated in his ears.
"Are you okay, Martin? These are just... mushrooms, don't be nervous." Kraft wanted to give him a hand, but the hand that had just touched his chest was not suitable for touching anywhere else.
Sure enough, outsiders shouldn't be allowed in. I didn't expect that such a scene would be too exciting for someone like Martin. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a scene. Among the disgusting lesions he had seen, he could at least eliminate them.
The top five are strong contenders for the second and third place.
The knight lay beside him in humiliation and talked for at least two minutes before his brain started to work again and he understood what Kraft was saying, "Mushroom?"
"Indeed, although they also belong to the 'fungi' I mentioned, it's really surprising that they can appear in the body like this." The dissector was attracted by the wonders of the chest and extended an invitation to Martin, "Do you want to come and take a look?
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"No." Martin held the edge of the table, turned his head and glanced at the coffin before quickly looking away, "Uh, I mean wait, let me slow down."
He forced himself to wipe away the acid from the corners of his mouth, calmed his breathing and stood back in front of the stage, observing this rare spectacle with a certain professor whose impression had been subverted. He reluctantly admitted that this was probably different from the common food on his plate.
Really the same kind.
"It's incredible, Martin." Kraft picked up one of the pieces, and the typical bacterial texture made Martin's stomach contract again.
"I think the 'Mushroom Forest' you saw is not an accident. This pagan religion must have something to do with it. I don't understand the specific principle yet, but it may help find where they are."
"Thank you, Professor." This thank you was a bit reluctant, and Martin waved his hand to signal him to stop talking, "If that's the case, I probably know where you are talking about."
"Aha?"
"Hudson Town, the Duke has a manor there, which is rich in all kinds of mushrooms, especially the white-bellied mushroom with the best taste." Speaking of the taste, acid reflux and nausea made him stuck for a while, and he almost wanted to throw himself away.
hand.
"The white-bellied orphan is not easy to preserve, so I almost always pass there when I inspect it."
"Very good, now let's tell the Duke what we found, and then we can take some people for a walk together." Kraft closed his chest and prepared to end the exploration temporarily. He remembered that there was a vial he had found nearby, so he changed his gloves.
Uncork the bottle and use the light to see what's inside.
There is a small amount of liquid in the bottle. I don’t know whether it is due to lack of light or other reasons, but the bottom of the bottle is completely black.
"Professor?" Martin noticed that Kraft's expression gradually became serious. He had never seen Kraft show such a serious expression when he opened his chest.
"Martin."
"What's wrong? Is there anything else you need?"
"Bring more people, and you have to be brave enough." Kraft pushed the cork back on the bottle, picked up a candlestick, melted candle wax and dripped on the tightly fitting mouth of the bottle, sealing it completely, "and kerosene.