"Mr. Kraft, I have a request." Coop followed Kraft as he patrolled the messy camp. He hesitated for a long time before uncharacteristically taking the initiative to make a request, "I want to learn from you."
"Isn't it now?"
"Well, I mean to go further and learn your knowledge as a doctor."
Kraft turned around, looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and waved a torch in front of his eyes, "This is quite rare. I thought you weren't too interested in this."
"I thought about it carefully and felt that it is necessary to learn a little bit," Kupp said bravely. It was not that he suddenly planned to change his career plan, but that he was inspired by practical observations and found that certain knowledge has unexpected meanings.
practical value.
Knowing the fragile parts of bones can be used to locate fractures, and of course it can also be used to create fractures. The power of knowledge is indeed considerable.
This was best demonstrated by Kraft himself in the battle just now, and the effect was remarkable. This was the first time that he realized that those profound things that seemed far away from him were actually always around him.
Use it in a straightforward and simple manner.
Medicine turns out to be so simple!
Kraft was very happy with Kupp's active request for improvement and readily agreed to the matter.
"I'm glad you made the right decision. You can never have too much knowledge, but you have to do it step by step. Let's start by adding bone names to the new words you want to learn."
"Thank you for your kindness." It is foreseeable that the burden will be greatly increased in the future, but Kupu feels that he is not so averse to boring text learning. He feels that he can just try it briefly, set a small goal, and complete the content of the skeleton chapter, which will be convenient in the future.
Take action.
Kraft nodded to finalize the matter. The class schedule will probably have to be rearranged, but that will have to be after the immediate problem is solved.
Bending down to pick up a corner of the tipped tent, he remembered out of the corner of his eye that he had caught sight of a guard on the verge of a dust explosion. He tripped and fell, and rolled himself into Monbury in a panic.
When it was time to clean up the mess, the guard didn't come out again. Kraft pulled out the wooden pole of the support, loosened the tightly wrapped cloth in the direction, and straightened it.
On the flat ground, the cloth spread out softly, without any human-shaped protrusions.
"Where are the people?" Kraft tore open the entire cloth and folded it into a roll. There was nothing underneath except for a loose broadsword, which must have been dropped when he fell and struggled.
Looking at the gathered survivors, they have not stopped feeling out of control, but are getting more and more violent. Some people are shrinking their bodies, hugging their knees and crying.
There was no need to uniformly dress at this meeting. Everyone's attire was determined by their habits. Even without looking at his face, he could tell that the figure of the guard was not among the crowd. Kraft felt sorry for him for a while - he thought he would survive.
came down.
The two began to help Martin deal with the dead. They covered their faces with cloth towels, lifted the bodies of those unfortunate people out of the dust, and gathered them together. This required more care than when they were still alive to prevent dust from being stirred up and causing damage to the living.
times of damage.
The most difficult thing in this job is to separate the fungus-hosted body from the entangled person. The contact surfaces are glued together indiscriminately. Even if the dust left by the fungus is not taken into account, forcing the separation by brute force will only result in the
The penetrated cortex is uncovered.
After several attempts, Martin gave up the idea of stripping them intact, and instead separated some of the cut wood and piled them around the remains that had no salvage value.
Hearing the footsteps approaching from behind, he said calmly: "At least most of the fallen people can still leave intact bodies; and these are not too bad, at least there are people to help deal with the aftermath."
"Although it sounds too cruel, I must remind you that it is not a good idea to keep intact remains. We don't know if they will become like that." Those bodies that were penetrated on the ground and still stretched out their arms to the living,
The source goes without saying, "They may rise again."
The fungus transforms the body into a breeding ground for growth and then into something else. I don't know how long this process takes, but leaving it behind is not a good idea.
He hoped that this transformation stage would be as long as possible. The situation in Westminster was very worrying, and he could only hope that sending people back to call the police would catch up, or at least not affect Yin Feng.
Although he knew intellectually that it was beyond his reach and that there was no point in being anxious, Kraft still couldn't help but feel irritated and angrily trampled a cluster of lonely bushes at his feet.
"You're right, that will cost more firewood... Sorry, wait a minute." The knight was about to pile the wood blocks in his hand on the firewood pile, when he suddenly raised his hand to cover the light and rubbed his eyes, "Okay."
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" In the battle just now, everyone was more or less exposed to the dust erupted by the bacteria, and we need to be alert to all kinds of minor symptoms.
Martin put down his palm and turned his eyes left and right, as if looking for something fleeting, and quickly turned back to the person he was talking to, "No, it's just a blur. There is nothing to do here for the time being, Professor, you should go too
take a break."
"Wait a minute, I want to ask one thing, have you seen those things dragging away the body?"
"No, I didn't notice it. Have you seen it?"
"No, so this is very strange." His eyes wandered around between the survivors and the gathered bodies, and then included the ones that were just about to be burned. There was a problem that was temporarily unattended in the chaos, "The number of people doesn't match."
"There are...four people missing, right?"
This included the retinue that had been noticed. No trace could be seen on the forest floor after the melee, and Kraft did not pay much attention. After walking around, he confirmed that several people were dead or alive.
Not within the campground.
He had just asked Coop the same question, and the answer was no.
The situation just now was so chaotic that no one could be sure of their whereabouts. They accidentally walked out of the camp and got lost in the forest, or were really dragged away. It cannot be confirmed in the absence of eyewitness evidence.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Just treat them as dead, we can't find them." It is normal for some missing people to appear when cleaning the battlefield. They usually go to many places.
This is basically equivalent to death.
Putting firewood on the cremation pile and covering the face of the deceased, Knight Martin made a rare and pious church ritual of drawing a virtual circle like a coffin board. He drew a half circle and stopped halfway, feeling that it could not be followed.
That damn pagan distinction ended up being awkwardly converted into the ritual of breast pressing.
"May their souls remain intact." He turned around and headed towards the bonfire to call for helpers to join in the work. Not many people came over, most of them were still shouting incomprehensible words, and subconsciously huddled and evaded.
Kraft stood in front of the woodpile for a while, and then crushed the fungus on it. There was no feedback of the broken pieces, and it felt like the force had been pushed into the empty place.
The color vision in front of me is a little uncomfortable, as if it overlaps with highly transparent color spots. However, these color spots do not move with the field of view. Instead, they overlap with the position of the object. They are like enlarged special-shaped soap bubbles stuck to the surface of the object, everywhere.
They are all there, it seems like everything is crowded.
I rubbed my eyes, and the afterimages became much blurred, making them almost undetectable if I didn't pay attention.
He blinked to moisten his eyes, looked far and near to adjust his focus, and tried to get rid of it. When he looked at the woodpile, he unexpectedly found a piece of wood covered with plaque. It was inserted in a conspicuous position, and it had mushrooms growing on it. There was definitely nothing he could do about it.
It's burning.
How could such a piece of wood be stuffed in? It needs to be replaced. Kraft pulled it out and wanted to throw it away. He suddenly found that the leather was rough and not as slippery as it looked.
There is a subtle conflict between vision and actual feel.
The throwing motion he had already made stopped, and his eyes re-examined the piece of wood. The large color spots became thicker again, with a hazy outline, softness, and moist filling that filled the sense of touch.
Suddenly he was holding a piece of rotten wood with a solitary umbrella in his hand, and at the same time it was a piece of thick dry firewood.
Kraft let go and let it fall freely, colliding with the dense soil surface. However, the impact feedback was not as tangible as it was visually. It seemed to be cushioned by a layer of sticky lake plush.
Lifting his feet, he stamped them down again. As he moved, the ground remained as solid as before, and there were only broken branches and leaves under his feet.
【Hallucination?】
At the same time, he realized that the fluctuating strange feeling that had been bothering him since he stepped into the forest had disappeared at some point. The change vaguely occurred in the process of concentrating physically and mentally to eliminate distractions during the battle. If we talk about the original feeling
It is floating on the water, always being beaten by the waves, and now it is peaceful.
And in this tranquility, he felt a kind of vitality that was everywhere.
He was affected, and he was not the only one. Kraft tensed his left arm, the muscles contracted naturally, and the strange feeling caused by the embedded stone was abnormally soothed, with an instinctive relaxation like returning home.
【dust】
Bacterial dust was the first to be suspected. They do not only cause simple physiological damage, but may also act as a media, deepening the connection between the inhaler and the deeper layers.
"Coop, are you feeling dazzled?"
"It seems a little bit?" Coop closed his eyes and shook his head uncertainly. Taking into account the environment, he immediately understood the implication of Kraft's words.
After a moment of panic, he calmed down and moved closer to Kraft while repeating something silently. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it probably meant "Don't move blindly".
Kraft's argument was falling into contradictions. He thought about the possible whereabouts of the missing followers. From this perspective, he seemed to be able to connect everything.
They fell, perhaps even dragged, into the depths. But combine this with inhaling dust, and there is an inevitable logical error.
【Why don’t people who inhale more disappear?】
Those in the center of the dust, hugged by their host bodies, lie honestly in the pyre, waiting to be turned into ashes.
This is completely contrary to conjecture.
Kraft lowered the torch and got closer to the face of the deceased. He tried his best to open his mouth for breathing, and his lips were cyanotic or even purple, as if he was struggling ferociously.
They experienced severe and rapidly fading coughing and wheezing, lost consciousness and fell down. They felt itching and discomfort in their throats after inhaling only a small amount. The stuff was probably a highly irritating spore powder mist, which caused the airways to spasm and constrict, causing large breathing problems.
Breathing disorder like asthma.
Furthermore, after spore dust is introduced into the lungs, it causes diffuse damage through a certain mechanism, and the blood-gas exchange ability is impaired.
In the true sense of the word, acute respiratory distress syndrome has never been more severe. If you inhale it during strenuous exercise, you will lose the ability to exercise due to lack of oxygen in more than ten seconds, and the fatal effect of suffocation will be completed within a few minutes.
As a weapon, it is extremely difficult to carry living things in the body hosted by active fungi, but as a medium...
[The dead cannot be pulled into the deep layers]
This leads to a condition that is not easy to achieve: it cannot be inhaled too much, otherwise it will not be able to pull people into the deep layers by affecting the spiritual body after death; it cannot be too little, and the effect will be insufficient.
However, if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is reasonable for them to rely on a simple concentration mechanism to pull some of them into the deep layer, leaving the other part of the dead body in this world to be driven by the fungus. It is incredibly mature.