Bruce let go of his hand covering the back of his hand and found a very small wound between his middle finger and ring finger.
Have you been bitten by a spider?
Bruce sighed. The climate on the east coast where he used to live was not very suitable for these little bugs to survive. He had never been bitten by bugs. The west coast was warmer and more humid. The dark and humid environment in the warehouse was what some spiders liked. Some spiders fell down.
Not surprising either.
Although Bruce could not be said to be knowledgeable, he still had common sense. After most poisonous spiders bite a human, the amount of venom they inject is not fatal.
The vast majority of people killed by poisonous spiders die from anaphylactic shock or infection. After being bitten, symptoms such as accelerated heartbeat, elevated blood pressure, sweating, and stiff limbs will appear within a few seconds. They need to be injected with corresponding drugs.
serum for treatment.
The spider Bruce just saw was probably only a little over 1 centimeter, not as big as some venomous spiders, which are 4 to 5 centimeters in size. The amount of venom was not large, the bite was not deep, and there was no severe pain.
For the sake of his own life, of course, he immediately called an ambulance at this time, but after waiting for more than 30 seconds, Bruce found that he had no abnormal reaction, so he decided to take a gamble.
The main reason is that people are under the roof now, and it was him who came to the warehouse to explore and caused the accident. To put it mildly, he was bitten by a spider due to an accident. To put it crudely, isn't it self-inflicted?
Bruce was not sure that the Osborne Group would not hold him accountable. Since he was not poisoned, it was better not to make any announcement.
Bruce returned his attention to the security computer. Unfortunately, after studying for a long time, he could not open this electronic device that he had never touched before. He had no choice but to continue looking for written documents.
Unfortunately, in the formal process of any large company, written documents cannot be stored in the item warehouse. They are all transferred by a dedicated specialist. After searching around, Bruce found nothing.
Realizing that it was getting late and worried that the other party might check his bed, Bruce hurried back to the bedroom.
Lying in bed, he felt that his heart rate was a little faster than usual, but not to the point of tachycardia. After thinking about it carefully, there really were no poisonous spiders on the West Coast, so Bruce felt relieved and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Bruce woke up from hunger.
It can't be said that I am hungry, this feeling is more like a heightened desire to devour, to the point where I want to take a bite of the table legs when I see them.
Bruce's willpower was not as strong as other Batman's, so as soon as he walked out of the room, he asked the staff: "When will we eat?"
"Are you hungry? Sir, breakfast will start in half an hour. How did you sleep last night?"
"Drowsy, I think you drew too much blood."
"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with it, sir. The amount of blood we draw is completely normal. If you really feel uncomfortable, we can do another check after the meal."
"Still not." Bruce kept swallowing.
He felt that it was not his stomach that was feeling empty, but every cell in his body. What he needed was not just food, but energy, and it was huge energy.
"Can you give me some energy bars?" Bruce asked. "I've been feeling a little dizzy since last night. It may be due to low blood sugar. I need to replenish energy."
The staff member walking in front looked back at him and found that Bruce's face was indeed not very good, so he led Bruce around a corner and came to the preparation room and asked a nurse for two pairs of energy gels.
"Sir, this is the latest product of the Osborne Group. It is very useful for replenishing energy. Considering that you were injured yesterday, it is normal for you to feel a little weak. Please don't mind."
Bruce could no longer hear what he was saying. He numbly squeezed the energy gel into his mouth, as if he was a starving ghost who had been reincarnated in hell for several lifetimes.
After taking two pieces of energy gel, Bruce soon felt a feeling of fullness, as if every cell in his body was being reborn. The joy of having this most basic human appetite satisfied is indescribable.
"You seem to be feeling better, right? Then please help us promote Osborne Group's products." The staff stood at the door of the canteen, smiled at him and said, "I wish you a pleasant meal."
Bruce nodded to him and walked in to eat.
The breakfast dishes are quite rich, but they are all relatively clean protein, meat and carbohydrates. If you remove some fat, it will be exactly like the muscle-building meals Bruce has eaten before.
The desire for hunger was no longer so strong, so Bruce didn't take so much food. While eating, he thought about how to gain an advantage.
He felt that after a while, the food on the plate was already empty, and Bruce still didn't feel full, so he had to step forward and take another plate of food.
In order to prevent the previous hunger pangs from appearing again, Bruce decided to eat more, so he focused on carbohydrates and meat. In order to supplement the sugar, he also squeezed a lot of chocolate sauce on the bread.
But within a few minutes, the plate of food was empty again. Bruce still didn't feel any sense of fullness. He could only say that he wasn't hungry, but it didn't have the same effect of dopamine secreted by the brain after eating and drinking in the past.
sense of satisfaction.
Maybe he has consumed too much recently, Bruce thought, since the food here is free, why not eat more?
With this idea in mind, Bruce simply took two plates and piled them full with various hungry foods such as roasted turkey legs, German sausages, fried bacon, fried cod strips, cinnamon rolls, Swiss meal bags, etc.
Returned to his seat.
So far, he is not particularly eye-catching, because many of the people who come here are big guys, and a guy just ate more than 30 eggs. The staff here are obviously not surprised.
After eating two more plates full of food, Bruce found that his feeling had not changed at all. He was still not hungry, but not full, and he felt that he could still eat.
Now Bruce also realized that something was wrong. He was very sure that his usual food intake was definitely not that big. Even if he was injured and bleeding, his stomach could not hold so much food.
Looking down at his belly, Bruce was even more surprised. Even a muscular man with eight-pack abs would still have a bloated stomach if he ate too much. This was determined by human physiological structure.
But Bruce's lower abdomen was very flat at this time, as if there were not actually four large plates of food there, and Bruce had no intention of defecation. The things he ate seemed to have entered the void and disappeared completely.
If it were another Batman, he would have begun to recall the details of all the wrong things he had experienced, but this Batman obviously did not have such a good memory, so the only way he could deal with this abnormality was to continue eating.
Because only by continuing to eat can you know whether you are hungry and anxious, so you can eat so much, or whether something really goes against the laws of human physiology has happened to you.
There were two large plates full of food again. Everything in the places where Bruce went was empty, and staff were there to replenish the food.
One plate after another, the third plate, the fourth plate, the fifth plate, until the sixth plate, Bruce finally felt a little full.
He knew that he couldn't eat like this anymore, because his actions had attracted the attention of a small group of people.
At this time, most people had finished eating and were ready to leave. Not to mention eating too much or too little, it would be too conspicuous for him to stay here, so Bruce was ready to leave.
He thought about it and felt that the amount of food he had eaten was not enough to equal the two tubes of energy gel. He had to find a way to get more energy gel.
Batman wouldn't steal anything, and he didn't think he could insist on going out at night, so he simply found the staff member who had guided him before and told him his request directly.
The staff member was a little surprised after hearing this, but he did not refuse. Instead, he said: "This is another project of our company. It is still in the testing stage. So you feel good about it?"
"Of course, the energy contained in this thing is surprising. If you can continue to provide it to me, maybe I can also provide some help in the clinical trial phase of the project."
After thinking about it, the staff member thought it made sense, so he said: "I will report this to my supervisor. If possible, we will continue to provide you with energy gel. You need to cooperate with us for physical examination. Maybe
You can also get double salary.”
After saying goodbye, today's experiment started again. What's a bit strange is that the content of today's experiment has basically nothing to do with medicine. It is mainly about testing strength.
As soon as Bruce walked into the room, he saw a very familiar scene. Various strong humans were playing with barbell plates. Some were bench pressing, some were deadlifting, and some were doing warm-up exercises.
A woman holding a scale came over, nodded to Bruce and said: "Hello, today we need to test everyone's muscle mass, neurological development and strength."
"When you arrive, we will call your name. The sport that requires your cooperation is the deadlift. We will gradually increase the weight test limit. There will be professional sports protection throughout the process, so you don't have to worry about safety issues."
"After that, there will be dodge nerve response test, flexibility test, muscle control test, etc. There will be professionals to guide you through all the tests. Let's start now."
Just as Bruce was about to turn around and queue up, he heard cheers erupting from the crowd on the other side. He leaned over to take a look and found that there was a strongman deadlifting 320 kilograms, which triggered waves of cheers.
By the time Bruce passed by, the man had put down the equipment and replaced him with a thinner one. According to Bruce's fitness experience, this weight and muscle mass can pull 250 kilograms, which is the limit, and will not exceed 280 kilograms at most.
Because he is at this level.
The Batman of this universe is not as strong as most universes, and his figure cannot be called a double door. It is just because of a good diet and enough professional fitness training that he is stronger than ordinary people. He can already pull twice his own weight.
It's the limit.
As a result, under the gaze of everyone, this young man who seemed to be about the same height and weight as Bruce actually deadlifted 300 kilograms, which was already at the level of a weightlifter.
However, Bruce discovered that the opponent's deadlift movement was not particularly standard, the timing of the knee lock was not right, and there was something wrong with the way his arms exerted force. He did not look like the kind of person who often exercises in the gym.
Then there was another person who was about the same height and weight as Bruce and also weighed 300 kilograms. This really made Bruce doubt himself a little.
Even if he is not as strong as other Batmans, he can't even compare to this group of ordinary people whose movements are not very standard.
In fact, Bruce has tried to deadlift 300 kilograms more than once in the gym, but so far he has not succeeded. On the one hand, he is too light and has insufficient muscle mass. On the other hand, he does not have such strong willpower and determination to win.
Confidence, if you can't build it up, forget it.
Soon it was Bruce's turn, and he was sweating profusely now. He was pretty strong, but he couldn't get his crotch pulled.
Bruce had already finished his warm-up before, so he didn't start with a small weight. He started with 200 kg, followed by 250 kg.