"What are these?" Kraft frowned. This scene was really not friendly to people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
If you say he didn't tidy it up, then he still tidied it up a little; if you say he tidied it up, there is no difference between it and not tidying it up. The messy scene on the table reminded him of the scattered pages of the book his grandfather bought without the page numbers.
It can cause a huge mental impact on people.
"Oh, speaking of this, you came just in time. This is an experimental record of more than ten days, but it was messed up. I am sorting it out." Lucius picked up a page from it and handed it to Kraft, "
Professor Kalman is a good instructor, and it would be better if he didn't leave things lying around."
Kraft took the piece of paper in his hand. If you look closely, the handwriting on it is indeed very similar to that in the letter. The letters and the tilt angle used by the writer are also well reflected here. In the hurried experiment process
I also didn’t forget to add a few decorative strokes.
The font is very clear but the content is very blurry.
This record has no beginning and no end. There are several lines of unknown words written on it. I only know that they correspond to how many mice were fed water from different cups. There are only numbers and no specific content. There are also scattered words under each line.
The abbreviation of , Kraft guessed it was probably the ending of mice or something like that.
Kraft didn't know the professor's shorthand habits, and he couldn't guess what word it was simplified and pieced together, or it might be a new word that the professor had just coined.
He turned over the paper and found no corresponding explanation, nor the date and number of the experiment. He could only hand it back to Lucius and asked: "What do these words mean? I'm not familiar with the professor's writing method."
"It's a pity that this is the problem. I don't know it, so I want you to help me." Lucius glanced at it and threw the paper into a neat pile. This pile was not neatly sorted.
, but simply couldn’t understand and gave up on sorting it out. The mess looked far worse than Kraft expected.
"I mean, is there a possibility that Professor Kalman is your mentor, not mine?" Kraft took the initiative to pick up another one from the table and took a look. It seemed to be an animal.
Part of the bones and muscles. He didn't know much about this aspect, and at most he could tell it wasn't human.
Combined with the previous picture, if there is a connection between the two, maybe it is the structure of a mouse? I don’t know where the professor found the mice for experiments. It seems that no one now raises the kind of familiar big and small white mice. Professor Xingwen
It refers to ordinary mice, and I don’t know if they have been cleaned after being caught.
If not, you'd better wash your hands after touching these experimental records.
"It wasn't like this before. Recently, my tutor has been too obsessed with the research of black liquid. He doesn't care whether I, the organizer, can understand what he writes." Lucius also resented this, "And these
I wasn’t involved in all of them, most of them couldn’t even remember when they were done, and the instructor rushed to Dunling before he could explain clearly.”
"Stop, you mean, these are the experimental records about black liquid?" Kraft's hand shook, and the words he had guessed before, such as heavy metals and neurotoxicity, were scrolling in his mind. After the two living treasures came into contact without protection, he wrote
The thing he dropped was held in his hand.
"Yes." Lucius said matter-of-factly, quite surprised that Kraft realized it now.
"Then you brought these experimental records here without any cover-up? Aren't you afraid that someone would come in and see it?"
Kraft was a little numb. When he first read the letter, he thought it was a high-end experiment on some mysterious substance. In the stereotype of alien souls, this kind of experiment should be a group of people wearing chemical protective suits and masks.
, operating in high-end laboratories like Umbrella Company.
Then such dangerous and sophisticated things and relevant information should be locked in a safe that can't be found at all. When you want to take it out, you have to go through at least three large iron doors, go to at least three floors underground, and then press the button in the secret room.
Just the mysterious little button.
It's an exaggeration to say that, but even if the conditions are limited, you won't take the confidential documents directly to the office for sorting, right? What if some ignorant person breaks in and takes a look? Have you really never thought of this possibility or what?
?
"That's not the case... usually no one comes here. Everyone knows that the professor has left to do some work." Lucius collected the remaining papers spread out on the table, and his completely unconcerned expression made Kraft nervous about neurotoxicity.
The suspicion has once again been raised to a new level.
"Since you don't understand, just put it away first, put it in a place where it is absolutely impossible for others to find it, and lock it up." Kraft stacked the drawing in his hand on top, feeling as if he had accidentally been robbed.
Ship. Since the professor's cleaning up job is a mess, someone has to come and clean up his behind.
The top priority now is to find a place to hide this pile of records that should not appear here. For example, the secret laboratory the professor mentioned in the letter would be good - although it is not very secret, it is better than exposing it directly.
It's much better here.
I can only hope that the place is not too conspicuous and that there is another lock.
Not being able to read the records has now become a blessing among misfortunes. Even if someone does see these things, it is unlikely that they will easily realize what experiments the professor is doing.
"Also, you just said that the laboratory is in the medical school? Are the samples also placed in it?" Watching Lucius put the test records into an ordinary wooden box, Craft realized that there were other
The storage environment of the things is definitely not much better, "How on earth were those samples stored?"
"Glass bottle, didn't I just say that?" Lucius closed the lid and banged the raised edge twice to make it tight.
This action is more like Kraft's handling of the old TV at home when he was a child, beating something in some rough and effective way until it yields and functions normally.
"Hiss~" someone took a breath, "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about other preservation measures besides glass bottles?" He should have thought of this a long time ago. That laboratory is not safe at all.
A place where I don’t know if there is anything volatile that can be effective in a very small dose, and it is placed in a basement with poor ventilation?!
Kraft's brain started to spin rapidly. This seemed to be no longer a simple lack of safety awareness.
With one or two things lacking, he could still make up his mind that the level of scientific development in this world was too low, and there was no systematic set of experimental regulations. But as he stepped into this office, the strange things began to increase.
At this moment, it has accumulated to a level where it is impossible to turn a blind eye.
The professor shouldn't be such a person. When he first came to the academy, he had to ask vague questions about almost semi-confirmed matters such as the anatomy of the human body. The day before, he was even given "The Structure of the Human Body" as a preparation. Kalman is a scholar.
It is true that he is not too wary of others of the same kind, which is true, but he is by no means ignorant of the world's sophistication and awareness of precautions.
How could such a person do something like go to Dunling without explaining clearly? He forgot to hide his notes, and also forgot to explain his newly coined acronym to Lucius?
Well, Kraft can take a step back and believe for the time being that Professor Kalman was blinded by the huge surprise. The professor is not young, and he is dazzled by the fact that he can see the difficulties that have plagued the academic community for decades being overcome in his lifetime.
, it’s not that it can’t be explained forcefully.
Let’s talk about Lucius. He is a relatively extroverted person, sometimes a little less bright, but he is not a fool either.
Even without the professor's instructions, it is too unreasonable for him to leave so many experimental record manuscripts in a room where someone can push the door in at any time.
Yes, it can be explained that it is difficult to see what the meaning of these contents is, and objectively speaking, there is no big fault. The medical school is the home base of Professor Kalman and Lucius, so there is nothing wrong with this.
Then there was the almost reckless experimental method. Without fully clarifying the nature of the black liquor and without fundamentally confirming that it was "black liquor", the two took the risk and drank the diluted sample.
You must know that the macho man who swallowed Helicobacter pylori raw did so when no one believed him, and at most he would suffer from chronic gastritis and gastric ulcer after swallowing it. Why did the professor and Lucius do this?
What? Just because they are sure that such a heavily diluted sample is fine?
They took turns drinking it, taking turns falling unconscious for a day, and then directly attached this to the theory of body fluids.
It is very reasonable. Based on the theory of body fluids, Lucius found a way that a small amount of black fluid would not affect the balance of the human body in the long term.
…
It was so weird. There seemed to be an explanation after careful study, but Kraft instinctively felt that something was wrong. The light was obviously not bad, and a cold and eerie atmosphere that only he could detect had filled the room, strange and subtle.
sense of familiarity.
"Go and put out the small stove that boils water." Kraft reached out and snatched the box from Lucius's hand. He opened the lid again with a look of surprise on his face and took out the papers inside one by one.
He took it out again and spread it on the table.
A large number of records quickly covered the table. Kraft put two barley cups into Lucius's hands and asked him to hold them, leaving more space on the table.
After unfolding without overlapping, the desktop could no longer accommodate so much paper. More records were spread out on the floor, all the way to the root of the wall. He quickly walked to the window, pushed the window completely open, and allowed more
The sunlight shone into the room so that he could examine them thoroughly.
After completely spreading it out, you will find that these records are much more than you imagined. Only half a wooden box of experimental records can be placed in a messy pile on the table, but in fact it can be spread out nearly three times.
The area of the table basically occupies the area in the house that can be exposed to direct sunlight.
"Can I help you?" Lucius stood beside him with two teacups in his hands, like a poor student who had just been kicked out of class after class, but Kraft could no longer care about him at this moment.
Kraft circled the paper on the floor several times. When huddled together, there was no pattern in the records, but after unfolding, the clues were revealed. With his own understanding of writing in this font, even if there is no
There is no page number or date, so these records can be roughly divided into several categories.