Craft read the letter in front of him and handed it to the curious Lucius.
They were sitting in Professor Kalman's room, the same room where the three of them had enjoyed barley tea and biscuits when Kraft first arrived. While Kraft was checking the letters, Lucius was boiling a pot of rice on the small stove.
He brought a pot of water and two new cups of wheat tea to the table, but he could not find the professor's honey jar.
After staying in the castle for a month, Kraft was finally driven back by his grandfather to officially take office. After arriving, he rested in a hotel for a night, and planned to come to the college the next day to inquire about the details before considering long-term housing.
Not long after he entered the medical school, he was stopped by an unknown student who claimed to be a friend of Lucius. As early as seven days ago, Lucius told them to inform them if they saw Lecturer Kraft.
One sound.
Kraft followed the student through the winding corridors of the medical school, up the winding stairs, through several arches, and finally found Lucius in the professor's private room, worrying about a table of papers.
I have to say that this building of the medical school is quite complicated. It’s not my first time here. Maybe it’s because there are too many meaningless decorative columns and occlusions, and different space allocations are used on each floor. It feels like every time I walk in,
The paths are all different.
After bringing Craft, the student said goodbye and left. Lucius put down the half-organized papers in his hand and took out a formal letter sealed with lacquer from the inner pocket of his black robe, filled with excitement after waiting for a long time.
, handed it to the dazed Kraft.
"Teacher Kalman trusts your talent and enthusiasm in this area." Lucius' impatience was written on his face, "Now that there are two of us, we can follow the tutor's arrangements and continue to improve before he comes back.
A study of black liquor.”
"Thank you Professor Kalman for your trust, but I still have some doubts." Kraft reached into the bottom of the envelope and touched a copper key. It seemed that he no longer had to think about housing for the time being.
Although they had only known each other for a short time, Professor Kalman seemed to think highly of him, and was willing to share such important things, and even handed over precious samples and experimental results to him. Kraft was very moved by this and could do his best to help.
It's totally reasonable to help.
Based on the description in the letter, it was difficult for him to imagine what this thing, which had been almost confirmed as "black liquid", corresponded to in his own knowledge system.
The white liquid can be thought of as cerebrospinal fluid; the yellow liquid basically corresponds to bile; the red liquid is of course blood. But what this black liquid is is really confusing. And judging from the meaning in the letter, they probably got it from human beings.
What tissue in the body is extracted and can be stored for a long time and retain its properties after extraction?
What’s even more outrageous is that someone didn’t know whether it was because the container was so powerful or because it was so stable that someone actually carried it from Dunling to Wendeng Port in his pocket? This so-called “suppressive” property made Krala even more outrageous.
The question mark on Fute's head will probably only be known after seeing the detailed experimental records.
"So, according to the letter, this thing that we now think of as "black liquid" is indeed extracted from the human body."
This scene makes it difficult for Kraft to imagine. What does "extraction" from the human body mean? Here, this word is generally used to extract liquids such as medicinal liquids and alcohols through heating, distillation, or standing.
To make another kind of liquid. I prefer to use the second half of "Humoral Science", but they are all used in concoctions and decoctions to take part of the ingredients and drink them to "regulate the balance of body fluids."
Anyway, it doesn't feel right.
"I remember the professor said that the church over there is very strict and there is little opportunity to do this kind of thing." Kraft said. The professor had complained to him before that the anatomy in Dunling was ineffective, and it was all thanks to the church.
It has a huge influence there.
"I don't know." Lucius didn't care about this. After all, he had been studying in Wendeng Port with Professor Kalman. Finding a corpse for a secret dissection was not an issue at all. "The mentor's mentor, I mean Mo
Professor Lison is not an ordinary person at Dunling University. There will always be some way, right? The tutor has not been back to Dunling for a long time. He should have found a way over there in the past few years."
Kraft used his powerful memory and thought about it again, but he still couldn't figure out how to produce such a liquid in the human body.
He strongly suspected that there was an instrument problem that caused them to inadvertently produce some toxic liquid. Maybe there were heavy metals in the raw materials for making glass instruments that were mixed in during the heating process. Then, Mo, who had no awareness of experimental safety,
Professor Leeson fed the samples to the animals, or simply tasted them himself in a fearless spirit.
The explanation makes sense. Heavy metals or other neurotoxic things are suffocated, and the central nervous system is suppressed. It may be a series of symptoms such as dizziness and weakness, which quickly manifest in animals and people.
OK, doesn’t this have a strong inhibitory effect?
"Well, Lucius, before I go see the real thing, I would like to ask how much it is and what it is packed with?" Kraft carefully observed Lucius's face and assessed his mental state. Except
Apart from being a little excited, there are no problems for the time being.
Lucius gestured with his hand to indicate the size of the circle between his thumb and forefinger: "It's a round glass bottle like this, brown, with only one bottom amount in it. When the professor does the experiment, he dips a small stick into it and dissolves it in the water.
use.
Why don't I take you to see it directly? The sample is in the basement of the college. We dissolve a little bit in a glass of water, and people who take a small sip will fall into a deep sleep."
"You're giving it to others?!" Kraft was shocked. At most, he only knew the ruthless operation of swallowing Helicobacter pylori alive, which pales in comparison to this.
"No, it's just that my mentor and I took turns trying it. Absolutely no one else here knows about its existence." Lucius's focus was obviously completely different from Kraft's. He excitedly stretched out his hand to show Kraft the above few pictures.
A red dot, "It's very magical. It's just such a small amount. After drinking it, you will immediately fall into a deep sleep, and your heartbeat and breathing will slow down. At this time, you can't wake up with acupuncture. You will wake up after about a day. It's completely unreasonable."
Know what happened during this time."
"Hmm?!" This kind of operation was completely beyond Kraft's imagination. The most courageous record he ever recorded in his two lives combined was mostly in high school chemistry class, because he was curious to smell the gas created by his own team.
Try to take a sip of the unknown liquid you slept in all day, or take turns to drink it. This behavior is on the same level as betting on misfires in Russian roulette, or even worse. If you do this, you can brag about it with Po Meng before drinking soup in Qiaotou.
In other words, even the devils in hell will look at you with admiration.
"Sit down quickly." Kraft pushed Lucius onto the chair, "I'm here to check you, don't ask why."
While touching Lucius here and knocking there, he interrogated him closely: "How long ago did you drink it? How many times did you drink it? Apart from the weakened heartbeat and breathing after losing consciousness, did you have any other symptoms?
Changes? Did you feel any discomfort after waking up? How have you been mentally lately? Has your food intake changed? Did you sleep well? Are there any abnormalities in your bowel movements?"
"No, everything is normal." Lucius was surprised by his sudden seriousness, "According to "Humoral Science", as long as the liquid in the human body does not have a tendency to transform into black liquid in large quantities, a small amount of temporary black liquid will increase
It's just a temporary change. The professor is fine, how could someone younger like me have a problem?"
"Nonsense!" Kraft gave him a physical examination from head to toe, and there seemed to be no obvious abnormality. The simple examination did not make him feel relieved, but instead made him more vigilant.
A very small amount took effect quickly after being taken orally. He lost consciousness for a day and could not be awakened by pain. A little suspicious, he even began to wonder whether Lucius's current excitement was the anticipation of continuing the experiment, or a manifestation of mild personality changes and mental abnormalities.
Kraft took two steps back and looked at Lucius again, scanning him from head to toe. From his brown hair, slightly pale face, to his hands with several red dots, and finally looked at him.
On the papers he was sorting when Xiang came in.
The light yellow paper covers most of the desktop. Most of the handwriting on it is slightly scrawled but beautiful, and the layout is relatively casual. The font sizes on different papers are different, and they should have been written together. Some have been stacked on top of each other.
Together, the rest are scattered around in confusion, and the cup of barley tea can only stay on the edge.