At Kraft's insistence, Lucius went out and found two pairs of beak masks and several bags of things with different smells.
I have to say that this thing is in line with Kraft's aesthetics. The beak is made of brass, connected to the leather hood, and the eyes are two pieces of impure-colored glass. I don't know what chemical composition makes the lenses red.
The breathing opening is at the beak. The design idea should be that the airflow is filtered by the packing and then inhaled by the human body.
Now let’s use my invincible memory and recall the homemade gas mask tutorial I watched when I was bored.
Oh, I remembered, I need to add activated carbon to it. Then the question comes again, how is activated carbon made?
This problem is completely beyond Kraft's level of knowledge. It touches the blind spot of knowledge. No matter how powerful the memory is, it cannot be invented out of nothing. Now I guess I can only survive with the solutions of this era.
He watched Lucius stuffing the bird's beak like making steamed scallion buns.
First, lay a layer of crushed dry plant tubers, then cover it with linen cloth, and then lay a second layer with fibers similar to dried day lilies. Repeat this process until you use the contents of several bags, starting from the tip of the beak.
Full of the bird's beak.
It’s hard to say how effective it is, but the amount of filter material is indeed very sincere.
Kraft took the prepared hood and sniffed it with his nose. What hit his face was an extremely rich mixed smell.
It has an almost incense smell, mixed with a hint of cool mint, and spicy ingredients comparable to chili seeds. The other less obvious ones are indistinguishable.
"Lucius, have you ever used this before?" Kraft put it on his head, a very classic image of a doctor in black robe, black hood and beak.
The otherworldly part of the soul likes this mysterious image very much. Unfortunately, the price of such handicrafts on the Internet has always been high, and there is no occasion for him to wear it and cosplay. Today is an unexpected dream come true.
The wearing experience is almost as expected. It is very difficult to breathe in a mask filled with a large amount of filter material. It is so difficult that it feels like wearing several layers of masks, and it is stuffy and uncomfortable.
During a plague, doctors would wear such masks and continue their work. No one has calculated the true effect of the layers of spices and herbs, but at least it gave considerable psychological comfort.
However, the shadow of death also makes people associate it with crows and misfortune. Doctors did not correct this misunderstanding, maybe because of disdain, or maybe because the prejudice brought about by the fear of death is deep-rooted and unshakable.
In Kraft's impression, his grandfather told him about the latest plague. More than ten years have passed, and the only place where the beak mask exists is in the warehouse of the medical school.
While filling his mask with stuffing, Lucius replied: "No, it was all taught to me by my instructor. He is very interested in this, and these two masks are also in his collection."
"Be careful, these two masks have some special meaning to the mentor. He said that he used these two masks during the plague more than ten years ago." Seeing Kraft walking around the room wearing the mask,
Almost hitting the wall, he warned.
"Ah, I'm sorry." Kraft reached out to cover the bird's beak and stood firm against the wall. The two pieces of red glass in the eyes were of poor quality, had uneven thickness, and contained granular impurities. Coupled with the difficulty in breathing, the
People feel dizzy and their sense of direction is greatly reduced.
"It doesn't matter, this thing is so well maintained, no one would have thought it was old." Lucius also put on a mask, held the bird's beak in the correct position, and picked up the box, "Then let's go to the laboratory now?
It’s safe to say it’s best to keep it there.”
"Two more pairs of leather gloves."
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With some concerns about the effectiveness of the mask, Kraft followed Lucius to the so-called "secret" laboratory.
There was another winding journey. The two of them turned from the professor's work room on the third floor back to a deserted utility room deep on the first floor.
Unused bookshelves, tables and chairs with missing arms and legs are all quietly gathering mold and dust here. I don’t know which designer with a bad idea put the entrance to the cellar in this room.
It's similar to the cellar of the Wood family castle. After uncovering a wooden board with an iron ring, there is a staircase going down, leading directly to the dark underground space.
Lucius, who was walking in front, handed the box to Kraft and walked in front holding a candlestick. He held on to the wall and carefully walked down the uneven steps.
The depth of this cellar was only more than two meters, and more than a dozen steps were within the range of candlelight. Lucius stopped at the last step, stretched the candlestick into the cellar, and illuminated the old wooden barrels and wooden boxes inside.
After waiting for a while and seeing that the candlelight was still bright, he waved to Kraft, who was still adjusting the position of the eye glass, indicating that he could come down.
After moving several empty wooden boxes against the wall, a locked wooden door appeared in front of the two of them.
It seems that the secret laboratory is not very secret. Normally, no one would come here. If someone were to visit, it would be difficult to notice the traces of boxes being dragged in this abandoned cellar.
With a "click", Lucius opened the lock hanging on the door, took off the chain key and put it into his pocket. Kraft took two steps back. He could also serve as insurance in case of any unexpected situation.
As the wooden door, which looked like a scourge in Kraft's eyes, opened, this mysterious laboratory was unreservedly displayed in front of them.
It's only about ten square meters in size, and it's shorter than a cellar. You can reach the top with your hand. However, in a space the size of a storage room, two tables, a wooden shelf and several small iron cages are crammed into it.
, if you drag out the stool under the table, there will be no space for people to move around, and things can only be stored in the closet on the wall.
Kraft was holding on to the door frame at the door, ready to hold his breath and pull the person out at any time.
Lucius placed the candlestick on the table and opened the closet with his hands wearing thick leather gloves. The closet carved out between the stone bricks had a three-layer structure from top to bottom. The lower two floors were already occupied by clay pots, wooden boxes, and metal boxes.
And it’s filled with all kinds of gadgets.
On the third floor that was left alone, there was only a small glass bottle, the color of which could not be seen through the red lenses. The cylindrical bottle body was regular and translucent, and the mouth of the bottle was closed with a wooden stopper.
The light from the candlestick passes through the bottle with good transparency, casting clean light and shadow on the wall and Kraft's face. The quality of this glass bottle is obviously much better than the lens of the mask.
There is indeed a shallow layer of opaque black liquid at the bottom of the bottle, and the texture is somewhat thick and viscous.
Lucius put it in front of him and observed it carefully for a while, then picked up the candlestick again, tilted it slightly, let the melted wax oil drip onto the mouth of the bottle, and turned the bottle to solidify it into a circle.
He turned around and pointed the mouth of the bottle toward Kraft, demonstrating a good seal.
"That's absolutely fine." He held the bottle under the metal beak and sniffed it, "Look, there's no need to worry so much."
There seemed to be nothing wrong. Kraft walked into the room, put the box on the table, took the bottle from his hand, and put it in front of the lens.
The liquid flows slowly as the bottle shakes, giving it an oily feel. The liquid surface is slightly convex, and there is no wall hanging. When tilted, it turns into small droplets, which look like black mercury, similar to the magnetic fluid that Alien Soul bought before.
The small toys are also quite similar.
Kraft was convinced that he had never seen such a thing, and he didn't know how Professor Kalman's mentor extracted this kind of thing from the human body. It couldn't be that the corpse was used to refine the oil, right?
Looking at the flowing liquid, curiosity arose spontaneously, and he felt the desire to study it. He wanted to find some mice or any other experimental animals to try.
I want to see what effect they will have after being exposed to black liquid, and I want to know what other manifestations the "inhibition" the professor mentioned is there.
It is not a shallow layer of material, but the future of medicine, the black starry sky, and the unexplored trench in the deep sea, arousing mankind's primitive desire to explore and want to know what it is and why.
These black liquids make people feel that they should not be in bottles, but should be used in large quantities and come into contact with biological tissues so that people can learn more about them.
He felt a little anxious and understood why Lucius was so excited to continue the experiment, because he also had the same mood and wanted to make a plan and start work immediately.
He wants to skip the experimental animal link directly and verify the mechanism of its function in the human body. He has more detailed and advanced inspection methods, and he can do better than the professors, instead of just counting the ingestion after the person falls asleep.
Heartbeat and breathing.
He even wanted to drink it directly like Professor Kalman and Lucius, just a little bit, to experience the feeling for himself.
That must be more direct and effective than any experiment, and it can also satisfy the increasingly urgent desire to explore, the desire to contact it and understand it...
"Um?"
Kraft made a confused sound. He couldn't understand why he thought so. Years of safety education had never faded in his mind, and countless typical negative cases were still vivid in his mind.
Why would he really want to take a sip? Even if it was diluted, with Lucius and the professor trying it before him, he shouldn't want to try this unknown liquid that comes from nowhere in the human body.
After quickly recalling how this idea came to him, Kraft quickly found its origin - that curiosity suddenly appeared when he took the bottle, and then gradually grew during the process of careful observation, and then became
I want to use it on animals.
Following this line of development, in just a short while, the idea of drinking this liquid myself was born.
It was persuading itself, the most active part of its consciousness, to reach a conclusion. Without complex logical thinking, it naturally stuffed the answer into Kraft's brain, without giving him a chance to choose, and without bothering to tell him where the answer came from.
Come.
Like a puzzling science question in high school, there is an "easy proof" generously placed below, and it jumps to the final data in one step. After knowing the answer that has never been thought of before, the subconscious mind understands everything as a matter of course.
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The chill of fear went up from the tailbone and crawled all over the body along the back. I don’t know whether it came from the weird answer or the fear of where the answer came from. Maybe it was both.
It's persuading itself? In its own mind, using its own voice to disguise itself as its own thoughts. What is it...a living thing?