Chapter 23 Give a forensic class to a necromancer?
"Pah, pah, pah."
Rhythmic applause rang out. Gretel turned around and saw that the Necromancer had already leaned his staff aside. He smiled and clapped. He clapped his hands a few times and stretched out his hand to Gretel, his tone a little more enthusiastic than outside:
"I thought you were just a good old guy, but I didn't expect you are also a hacker! Hahahaha, dear friend, your insights are really impressive...
——I forgot to introduce myself just now. My name is Andrew Lynn. I am a necromancer from Black Crow Swamp. What about you?
Ah, by the way, what should I drink? Do you want mint water? Or honey water? Troca took out a beehive a few days ago, and I told you he might have beaten it, but he just beat away the brown bear that was robbing the honey.
…”
He speaks really fast, and the topics jump very quickly, one after another following the association. It seems that his mind is running wild, this man should probably go to a psychiatrist——
If there were psychiatry in this world.
Gretel silently made a note in his mind. The expression on his face remained unchanged and he answered with a smile:
"I'm Grete, Grete Nordmark, a local. It's hard to say what my occupation is right now. Let's have some mint water. Do you have anything to eat? I'm starved to death when I get up to work in the middle of the night!"
"Troca!"
Necromancer Andrew shouted loudly. The golden skeleton clicked away, and the Necromancer finished washing his hands and turned around enthusiastically:
"Hey, so do you think it would be easier to control the skeleton soldiers if they use their own bones?"
"I think your skeleton is already very obedient." Gretel replied sincerely.
He kept staring at the golden skeleton. Compared with the black cat who was doing nothing, lying on the table waiting for food, the skeleton has been busy since it came in. Looking through the cabinet, getting the tray, getting the tea set, pouring water and getting food...
Unexpectedly, a stone slab was turned over with a "click" sound, and the flames started to rise on it, and the waffles were baked hot.
If it wasn't a skeleton, he would have believed it if it was a robot.
Obviously, Necromancer Andrew was not satisfied with this answer. He gesticulatingly described how poor his skeleton's combat prowess was (Gretel: No, much better than me), and looked at Grete longingly again.
, waiting for his answer.
"……I do not know……"
Grete tried hard to swallow this sentence. But this question is too difficult to ask. If you ask me, I will ask your skeleton?
He tried to smile:
"I think the skeletons may not know which bone is their own?"
"Yes, yes!" The man nodded vigorously:
"This set of bones is made by itself. It seems really unreliable. So how do you look at these bones? How do you tell which bone belongs to whom?"
Gretel: "..."
Shouldn't I accept the invitation? Although this necromancer seems to be harmless, he seems to have a bad mind...
Grete looked around, a little panicked.
How to distinguish which bone belongs to whose? He has a way, such as doing a DNA test. Do it once for each bone and classify it according to the results. It is absolutely fast, accurate, and inexpensive~~~
The problem is that this is another world. He wants to do it, but he has to have the conditions to do it for him.
There are also some less accurate classification methods. For example, according to the time of epiphyseal healing, the age of the owner of this bone is distinguished, and then those of different ages are separated.
For example, the epiphysis of the small head of a radius bone has healed, but the lower end epiphysis has not yet healed; while the epiphysis of another hip bone has completely healed.
The radius head heals at 15 to 17 years old, and the lower end epiphysis heals at 16 to 18 years old. Taking all things into consideration, the owner is about 16 to 17 years old. The hip epiphysis heals at 20 to 25 years old. Since they are all healed, it means that the owner
Must be over 20 years old...
These two bones must belong to two people, no need to ask.
——However, the observation of epiphyseal lines requires X-rays.
There is no other world.
Grete, former emergency physician, Nodmark, once again cried from the bottom of his heart...
Someone get me an X-ray machine!
If that doesn't work, I can get some radium ore and I can find someone to rub it by hand!
Necromancer Andrew was still looking at him longingly. His face was sallow, his hair was greasy, and it looked like he didn't pay attention to personal hygiene at all. As for his figure, he looked like a stick even without being blown by the wind.
If he gets thinner, he can be brothers with his skeleton.
By the way, the golden skeleton is holding a tray of kettles, porcelain plates, cups, and glass jars, with mint, water, white bread, and honey on it. Standing next to the cabinet, with chest raised, head raised, arms flat, the posture is quite standard.
Don't come.
Is this a situation where you don’t have anything to eat, and you don’t even have snacks?
Gretel drew circles and complained about the necromancer in front of him. The situation was stronger than the others, so he could only search with his guts - no, search the "Forensic Medicine" textbook stored in his mind, and try to get some useful information:
"Actually... the age of bones can also be identified. For example, the skull and teeth are obvious signs..."
Grete stopped and looked around, trying to find a skull for on-site teaching. Unfortunately, although this is the residence of the Necromancer, bones are not everywhere.
At least, Gretel looked around and only saw that one.
The one on the golden skull.
So, the skeleton that he was looking at eagerly came clicking over.
First put down the tray, pour the mint water, put the dessert plate, and then——take off your head, hold it in both hands, and hand it to Gretel.
The dark eye sockets were raised upward, with two soul fires in the eye sockets, and Grete's big eyes and small eyes.
Gretel: "..."
what is this?
What do you mean by this?
Do you want me to take a muffin with one hand, spread honey on it, eat it in my hand, and poke your skull with one hand to give you a lecture?
Even if surgeons are generally informal, dare to face the dripping blood, and are used to facing the bleak life, they would not be so rough!
He leaned back to avoid the skull that was placed under his nose. He stretched out his hand across the table, took a fork from in front of the Necromancer, and hit the skull hard:
"Open your mouth!"
The upper and lower jaws of the golden skeleton opened in response. Gretel raised the necromancer's fork, pointed at the black holes and uneven teeth, and explained one by one:
"The older you get, the greater the degree of wear. Look, the tips of the teeth are worn away. The crowns of the big teeth at the back are worn away, and the dentin is exposed...
Tsk tsk tsk tsk It must have been very painful when he was alive.
If the crown of the tooth is only worn away a little, or the tip of the tooth is not smoothed, the person will be younger..."
While he was talking, Necromancer Andrew stretched his neck and looked at each item one by one. His body leaned further and further forward, his head buried lower and lower, as if he was about to bury it in the big mouth of the skeleton. Halfway through, he suddenly turned back
Overwhelmed, he waved his hands randomly to the table:
"Please—"
Gretel was not polite, and he ate as fast as an emergency doctor on the night shift. He grabbed the muffin with his left hand, poured the honey with his right hand, and put the two pieces into his mouth as soon as he put them together. He put the first bite in and flicked the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
I couldn't help but let out a light tut.
Well, the waffles are delicate and plump, sweet with honey, and refreshing with mint water. Although the skill of the Golden Skull in baking waffles is not as good as that of the chef in his previous life, it is delicious enough in the middle of the night when you are hungry.
This is what people should eat!
I don’t want to eat brown bread every day!
He was in a happy mood and the content of his lectures became richer:
"Oh, the degree of tooth wear is not only related to age, but also related to the owner's eating habits and economic status. For example, people who often eat black bread will definitely wear more teeth than people who often eat white bread. In addition to teeth, the pelvis can also be