"That pagan didn't take away the body?" The iconic circle symbol, but without wings, is obviously the body left by the members of the pagan.
According to Martin, it took at least one night for them to find the scene after they realized something was wrong. No matter how slow the other party was, there was no reason to leave the body with its identity exposed in the same place.
This is the core territory of the kingdom, where the nobility and the church have the strongest power. Who would want to turn themselves over and confront them? If it really has this ability, it should not be called a pagan religion, and it should establish its own branch and change its name to a new religion.
"Diego didn't give them this chance. This was the most correct thing he did." Martin looked at the corpse in the box, specifically the sword wound on the corpse's chest, "This is the most important one among them.
Among the corpses of cowards with their backs turned, Diego was the only one with a sword pointed at him."
"I want to know why an unarmed man can scare off armed soldiers, and why my friend insists on killing him."
He knelt down half-kneeling. His hands, which were not very flexible due to the armor, deliberately avoided the wound. He pulled at the red-black soaked and dried-up cloth. After several attempts, he tore open the clothes on the corpse's chest to reveal the wound more clearly.
, "So I discovered this. Even though I didn't study in medical school, I knew something wasn't right."
Kraft knelt down next to him, took out his mask and gloves, and looked at the fatal wound.
From the outside, the entrance to the wound is not that big. It is just a regular, horizontal opening about one finger long, parallel to the ribs, in the fourth intercostal space on the left chest near the sternum. If nothing else, it is literally sad.
Yes, there was a lot of bleeding.
The scene must have been exaggerated at that time. A large amount of blood was pumped from the still contracting heart, and the blood volume dropped off a cliff. The free fluid spurted out from the wound, or accumulated in the pericardial cavity or chest cavity. In a few seconds, he
He lost consciousness.
This is not surprising. What is noteworthy is the white substance on the wound. There is not much of it, but it attracts attention as a special color in the red and black. At first glance, I think they should be accidentally stained during transportation.
of dust, but it’s hard to imagine anything with such a light, silky mist.
It's similar to the threads of a spider's web in an unknown corner, but it's denser and hazy, with inexplicable regularity in the irregularities, like a certain plant growing randomly on the land.
And this kind of intertwined white filament exists just around the wound, from dense to sparse. The shape does not conform to the appearance of sticking to the outside world, but more like... from the inside out?
Kraft pressed the edge of the coffin and looked closely at those strange strands. They were indeed not floating on the surface, but penetrated deeply into the cut surface of the wound, adhering to the chest wall tissue and forming. In many places, they were so thin that they hung like gossamers.
on attachments.
These weird things filled the wound like tangible smoke, blocking the view behind the silk screen.
"The sword was still inserted into the wound when you found him?" Kraft wanted to use his hands to separate the wound, but he couldn't bear to part with his gloves, so he had to break a grass stem and put it on the outside of the wire mesh to slowly rotate. The white silk strands looked like
The texture is equally fragile and has a certain stickiness, making it easy to roll up.
Pulling out the sword blade can easily shatter this soft structure, which only appears after it is packed and packed.
"When I pulled out the sword, there was still some on it. There must be more inside." Martin shook his hands in disgust, shaking off the invisible feeling of rejection and discomfort. He always felt that something would crawl up like insects during contact.
body, getting into the gaps in the armor.
"It's growing."
"Yeah, when we threw him in the box, I don't remember that much." Even for a person who is used to seeing life and death, this situation is too scary, like a plant that uses the human body as soil
, Martin couldn't imagine what it would be like to have something alive taking root and sprouting in his body.
"Have you ever seen this kind of thing? Is it a disease or a curse?"
"I don't think so," Kraft replied unsteadily.
【have】
A certain voice gave the opposite answer in my heart. It had no origin and could not be caught by consciousness. Like other inspirations that were combined and collided from the pile of information, it was fleeting and there was no way to trace the cause and effect.
"What about the others?"
"They are all dead, including those heretics. There are no fatal injuries on their bodies. They are in other boxes." Martin stood up and walked to other boxes to pry open the lids one by one, revealing the sleeping corpses inside, with a consistent look on his face.
A contradictory expression of hope and pain and discomfort.
He lowered his voice and whispered side by side with Kraft: "These are the only heretics I can deal with. No offense, I often heard that in medical school there is a way to look inside the body of the dead?"
"Where are the others? I mean they went with Diego." Craft did not deny Martin's statement, "They are all the same?"
"It's all the same, a shameful death, with your back to the enemy. Unfortunately, you didn't escape far, and your death was worthless." You can hear the contempt and ridicule of those who escaped from the battle. These two intentions are deliberately strengthened to cover up and conceal their intentions.
The hidden fear below.
He could vaguely realize that Diego had encountered something that could destroy the morale of the entire team, and he regarded common sense protection as nothing. Even if he was covered in armor, he could not feel safe in front of this long-dead body. After all, there was still "
A part of "living things".
"all?"
"After checking, there are still several people who have not been found, including one of Diego's followers. He may have escaped when he was attacked, or died in a place we don't know." Martin was also helpless about this, and continued.
The environmental characteristics of the Westminster area include large forests and green seas. It is not difficult to follow the team's movements, but it is difficult to blindly search the entire area.
Standing among the corpses with strange expressions, Kraft thought for a while.
A little further evidence is indeed needed to capture the inspiration of Hua Le and transform it from amorphous things into logical solidified information.
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He couldn't hide a certain thought that had been stirring in his heart. He really wanted to know what was going on.
There is a connection, like the slight sweetness of chewing rice grains, which makes people unable to help but continue to search for that distant feeling and grab it in their hands.
"Find a convenient place to deal with it and go to the workshop to find my servant. He knows where my tools are." Squatting down next to the corpse of a pagan, he examined the face of an ordinary farmer with no features.
"It's a pity that this set of tools cannot be used on living people in the future."
"You will have a better set soon." Martin promised, picking a lucky person from the uneasy-looking soldiers and leaving the eerie courtyard to get the tool set.
It was a very Westminster plan. Kraft nodded with satisfaction and took out a flat wooden bar with rounded ends from his breast pocket, which he had just picked up from the workshop yesterday.
"I'll take a look here first."
Skillfully insert the wooden stick into the mouth, pry open the teeth and press down the tongue surface, and observe the internal situation with the sunlight above the head. As Martin described the situation, the most convenient way is to inhale what is fatal, and you can check it from the mouth and nose.
He felt an uncomfortable sinking feeling under the tongue depressor. There was something filmy or sticky between the tongue surface and the wooden strips. It almost made him feel that the tongue muscles were still twitching and were trying to escape from him.
The hand slipped away, or was coated with a layer of secretions.
As the sun shone in, Kraft saw clearly what was hindering him: a layer of "tongue coating", a turbid white coating covering most of the tongue. There were also white attachments spreading like a blanket on the upper palate and both cheeks.
The thick white color extends towards the deep places that are difficult for light to reach, crossing the palatopharyngeal arch, turning the uvula into a rotten fruit-like shape with branches and leaves.
Small, mushroom-like bumps protrude from the vitiligo throat.
Craft discarded the wood splinter and pulled out a new one to pry open the mouth of another cultist. The scene inside showed that this was not an exception.
"Where did you find them?"
"It's a forest. It's much denser and you can get lost after just a few steps." Martin looked over, blocking the light source, and could only see a slightly swollen outline inside the mouth.
"Is there anything special about it?"
"Well, if I have to say it, there are a lot of mushrooms there." He made a "big" gesture, but felt it was not enough, so he simply opened his arms to describe the unbearable amount, "Although there are not many mushrooms here.
There are few, but I have never seen them in such large numbers, they seem to be everywhere.”
"Mogu?" Perhaps his mind was too active in combining various possibilities, and a line was arranged that was so absurd that he wanted to expel it from his mind immediately.
The weird spherical lesions in the Duke's lungs occupy most of the tuberculosis cavity, leaving only a crescent-shaped narrow space. Putting aside various unexplained symptoms and signs, it really matches a standard imaging manifestation of tuberculosis complications.
【Aspergillus】
The "white blanket" spread in the airways of the pagans reminded him of the less common symptoms of oral infection, but they were magnified countless times to the point where it was difficult to connect them.
【Candida】
"There are also mushrooms... Are there mushrooms everywhere in Westminster?" The climate here is really suitable for their reproduction. There is basically no place they can't reach in lawns, woods, or even stone crevices, and they can freely enter and exit nature and
Every corner of the human environment can also be brought to the dining table with dignity.
Those intertwined like nets, like gossamer, are tiny filaments that cling to the airways and meninges, creating irrational connections.
Unreasonable inspiration emerged, briefly breaking the thinking framework of knowledge construction, and arrogantly presented a finished logical chain, and the unreasonable consciousness recognized its rationality.
