Strange examined Stark on the operating table. However, this time he did not check whether he had any disease, but his physical characteristics. Schiller took the medical record and recorded the report.
The two of them can't get out now, but it doesn't mean that the news cannot be spread. Although the nurse looks cruel, she can obviously communicate. Letting him take the news out, and half the bonus is a small profit.
Of course, the money Stark has carried must have been plundered. The final result was three gold coins, more than twenty silver coins and six or seven copper coins.
Schiller didn't know what the conversion method of this world was, but it didn't seem to be decimal. But this is good news, meaning that copper coins may be worth more than they thought.
Unfortunately, the gun in Stark's hand was transformed with magic, so they couldn't get it. Otherwise, this time the job would be a big profit.
After the search, Schiller gave Stark an injection. Intravenous bolus is very simple, basically just have hands. After Strange explained the key technical points, Schiller succeeded in one go.
He sighed with some regret, and then joined Strange to stuff Stark back into the passage. After the gate was closed, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard, and when the passage opened again, the person had disappeared.
"I think we should celebrate the first success of the treatment." Schiller stuffed all the gold coins into his pocket, and took out the purple small crystal core that he had found in the raven's body from the other pocket.
Strange looked at it, then shook his head and said, "It should be something like energy crystals. The magic system here is completely different from ours and cannot be compared to other things."
After studying it, they found that there was no result, so the two of them prepared to go. When they were ready and pulled down the pull rod, it turned out to be a birdman.
His body is a normal human body, with black lines covered in skin, and a suit and bow tie. But his head is a huge raven head, and his pointed beak is like a sharp guillotine.
Shiller, who was guilty, immediately took a breath and tied the raven who had not yet woken up to the bed at an extremely fast speed.
"Damn it, that raven is his son or something?" Schiller grinned, but soon froze again, and then said, "Wait a minute, then does he have it in his body too..."
At this moment, the birdman's fingers moved. Schiller quickly used the intravenous bolus technique he had just learned and gave him a mandala anesthesia injection.
There is no mandala in the raven recipe, and he should not be immune to this toxicity. Sure enough, the raven man who was about to wake up fainted.
"There are two possibilities now," said Strange. "Either he is the mysterious Mr. Raven, and he is here to settle the score with us. Or he is an ordinary resident, but he just happens to have a bird's head."
"No matter who it is, he can't let him go alive." Schiller bared his teeth and showed his sinister true face. He said, "It's a bad luck to fall into our hands. Take action and open his chest."
Strange had no objection and picked up the scalpel directly. After unbuttoning the suit, they found that the other party's chest was covered with black feathers. Schiller was not polite at all and pulled out all the feathers.
Strange cut his chest a few times, but did not find any strange structure in his chest. His body tissues were exactly the same as humans, with sound cardiopulmonary functions, and no mysterious crystals were found.
Schiller didn't give up and looked up at Strange and said, "Will you do craniotomy on birds?"
Strange walked over directly, picked up the blood-stained pliers on the ground, raised them and said, "As long as the survival rate is not considered, what's the difficulty of craniotomy?"
"Bang! Bang bang!"
When the nurse's eyes appeared on the observation window again, Schiller blocked his sight very promptly, and then said: "Patients with ore hyperplasia are inevitably a little more dynamic. By the way, ma'am, after sending the manic patient away, I realized something was wrong..."
Schiller began to tell the nurse about Stark, and he shook the report and said, "I have some credit for this matter, I want half the bounty, right?"
"You want me to call the police at the police station?"
"Of course not, just find someone to deliver the letter." Schiller leaned against the door and said, "If you don't make money from pies in the sky, you won't make money. What do you think?"
The nurse didn't say it was OK, nor did she say it was bad. She took over the report written by Schiller and left. Schiller didn't care much about whether the matter was successful or not, so she looked back at Strange's situation.
Strange, who was covered in blood, picked up a purple crystal core from the ground that was much larger than before. The strange magic light shone on the glass eyepiece of the black bird's beak mask, making it particularly dazzling.
Schiller took the crystal core and admired it. This thing looked very valuable, but it might have some other functions. He did not put the thing together with the gold coins, but found a jar and threw it inside.
"What should I do if the body is?"
"Pull out the feathers," Schiller said, "and throw them into the fireplace."
"Aren't you worried about something wrong?"
"I just want to see what happens."
The two of them broke the raven man's body together and stuffed it into the fireplace. Schiller stared at the flames of the fireplace for a while and found that the big mouth behind the wall was opening his mouth and saying something.
"trade……"
"What?"
"Give me food...give you treasure..."
The fire of the candlestick in the room swayed, as if reminding Schiller not to believe the devil's words. But Schiller didn't care about that, and he said, "What treasure can you give me?"
The evil mouth disappeared. But Schiller heard a few "clang" sounds from the chimney pipes, and something seemed to be falling down.
"Gululu", something fell into the flame, and then suddenly bounced and rolled onto the floor.
Schiller approached and found that it turned out to be a tooth, with some small spikes growing in the center of the tooth.
Schiller handed his teeth to Strange. Strange took his mask, put on a monocle, observed it carefully, and said: "This should be the teeth of a patient with advanced ore disease. The ore has grown from the bones. Some residues here may be the food he had eaten before his death."
Schiller thought about it and said, "Maybe we can use the detection method of jellyfish fluorescent agent to see the properties of the residue."
"What's the use of this thing?" Strange asked.
Schiller shook his head and signaled that he didn't know. He took a jar and poured some jellyfish fluorescent agent into it, and then soaked his teeth in it. The part that adhered to the residue appeared a faint red color, looking like tissue cells.
The time flow here seemed to be faster, and it was soon tonight. The nurse came again and Schiller gave him a report. When the nurse left, Schiller heard something moving at the door. He walked out and saw that there were several silver coins.
It seemed that the nurse agreed to the reward, but he did not agree to the allocation plan and did not give Schiller and the others half of it. Schiller only cursed "stingy" in his heart and closed the door.
He was very tired last night and was ready to have a good sleep tonight, so he came to the chair by the fireplace, leaned against the soft back, and yawned, and soon fell asleep.
Like Strange, he soon realized that he had entered a dream. This time, he was tied to a chair, and a cold metal utensil was about to reach into his mouth.
Schiller widened his eyes, and he looked left and right, and found that the one who was fixed to the armrest of the chair was not his own hand, he looked thin and young, and should be a child.
The metal pliers in his mouth suddenly clamped a tooth and then pulled it out suddenly.
Schiller took a breath. The real pain did not wake him up, but instead made his body tremble constantly.
Schiller subconsciously looked at the hands holding the pliers, but saw nothing. The pliers seemed to be floating in the air and no one controlled them. Schiller went to look away again.
The pain stimulated the brain, but the hazy hallucination he had used to did not appear. He only heard himself screaming and tears flowing out of his eyes. This was obviously not his reaction, but the child's.
Schiller couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Since no one is operating at all, then you're running away!"
On the other side, Strange was not sleeping soundly. The strange dream yesterday was actually brought in. The little girl was taken out of the cell, taken to a room with mysterious patterns on the ground, and then hung up.
He saw a blurry black shadow kneeling at his feet. Strange was about to look at the man's face carefully when he felt a pain on his feet. One of his nails was pulled out.
Strange inhale gently. He could feel the pain, but could not fully control his body. The little girl struggled because of the pain, and he could only watch.
In a trance, he felt a beam of light. When he opened his eyes again, a faint light shone through the small window above the room. It was already bright.
Schiller woke up almost at the same time. He subconsciously licked his teeth with his tongue, and then stood there in a daze.
He lost one tooth!
Strange also subconsciously looked at his feet. He didn't feel the pain, but when he took off his boots, he found that the nails on his right toe were gone.
Schiller sat up from the chair and licked the wound where his teeth were supposed to be. There was no bleeding or residue from the roots. The tooth seemed to have never grown.
Strange also moved his toes, feeling nothing unusual, and the nails on his thumb seemed to not exist.
Both of them saw each other's strange behavior and stood up from the chair at the same time. On the way to the operating table, Schiller paused. At this time, the voice of the bear guard sounded outside the door.
"Do you want something good?"
Schiller quickly walked to the door. Before the bear guard could talk to him, he said directly: "Can you sell things here?"
"Selling things? What do you want to sell?"
"That's too much." Schiller took out the small crystal core from before, shook it on the observation window, and said, "How much is this thing worth?"
The bear guard behind the observation window immediately opened his eyes wide, and he lowered his voice and said, "Puppet Crystal? Where did you get it?"
"Don't worry about this. I can only tell you that the supply here is stable and the quality is guaranteed. You can tell us what you need, and we can find a way to do it. How about it? Can you collect it?"
The bear nurse was obviously in a struggle.
"This thing is dangerous," he said. "No one dares to sell it on the black market. You can get this..."
Schiller looked at him silently.
"Okay," said the bear guard gritted his teeth, "20 silver coins."
"You'd better not be slandering me."
"I also have to take a lot of risks to sell this thing, and the price is fair."
After some bargaining, it was finally sold for 26 silver coins. Schiller also bought some other things.
After the bear guard left, Schiller saw the purse he left on the ground, picked it up and started counting the silver coins inside.
Just when Strange saw Schiller's glass eyepiece flashing with a light shining brighter than silver coins, he knew that from this moment on, the nature of the game had changed.