Strange hurriedly stopped Schiller, but Schiller still walked around the other side, looked at the elf and said, "He has taken you a gold coin?"
The elves became more awake. He acted a little scared, but nodded and said, "Yes, in fact, there were only 32 silver coins a few days ago. But Mr. Wood said that there were too many patients recently, and if you want to get treatment, you must increase the money."
"How many silver coins are a gold coin?"
"35, what's wrong? Sir?"
Schiller gasped.
"What about silver coins to copper coins?"
"Same." The elf seemed a little confused, and seemed to not understand why the doctor asked him this question.
Schiller punched the operating table with a "bang": "One of him gives us two copper coins! Two! Nick Fury has to give him a thumbs up when he comes!"
Strange quickly patted his back and comforted him, and said, "It's okay. When we find him, we will split him into the fireplace. Calm down first."
Schiller took a deep breath and barely calmed down. He sent the elf back to the passage. The money that fell this time was not two copper coins, but five.
Schiller put the copper coins into his purse with a cold look on his face, and then said, "The Demonic Town urgently needs a revolution, what do you think?"
Strange was already silent for the guy named Wood, but he thought of another thing, saying: "Now it seems that it is our own decision to treat the patient. If we don't pull the pull rod, wouldn't we be able to rest?"
"I'm afraid not. The nurse may come to urge us." Schiller said after thinking about it, "It may also be that it is not a nurse. The angle of the observation window is limited. Although we can see our appearance, we can't see clearly what is on the operating table."
"There is no communication between the hospital and the clinic," Strange said. "This is a strange design. Both parties cannot see each other and do not know the specific situation inside. This may have been designed specifically. But why?"
"Then we won't take the job." Schiller said in anger. "I get angry when I think of the hard work we have earned him more than a gold coin for a patient."
"Okay, then take a break." Strange didn't care at all, he said, "There are still many books to read on the bookshelf. I think our treatment success rate is mainly due to insufficient theoretical knowledge..."
Schiller no longer wanted to complain about his optimism about his treatment level, so he walked to the operating table and started working. Strange sat on a chair by the fireplace reading. The two began to blatantly fish in broad daylight.
Strangch occasionally glanced at Schiller, but only saw a bunch of bottles and jars. He knew Schiller had bought a lot of new things from the bear caregiver in the morning, but he didn't know what it was, because Schiller had always been in charge of money.
"What are you doing?" Strange asked.
"Poison." Schiller's voice was cold.
Strange doesn't ask anymore.
Time passed by little by little. As the evening approached, the metal passage suddenly heard the "da da da da" knock.
Schiller narrowed his eyes for a moment. Strange also stood up. Both of them said nothing, but they both understood what each other meant.
Strange picked up the long keg on the tool rack and handed the furnace hook in his hand to Schiller. The two of them approached the operating table, one left and one right.
"Bang!"
Something hit the metal door hard. But neither of them acted rashly, nor did they pull the rod.
"Bang! Bang bang!"
"Dangling!"
The metal door was knocked out directly. A wooden head stretched out from the inside, followed by a spine made of wood, which was as flexible as a snake, and more than a dozen slender arms hanging on both sides of the spine.
This is not a wooden man at all, but a terrifying wooden monster.
But unfortunately, there is no more terrifying creature in this room than Schiller who is short of money.
The moment the wooden head poked out, Schiller swung the furnace hook and then heard "bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang..."
Let's put it this way, Strange was focused and ready, but he couldn't find any rhythmic gaps to intervene.
Schiller was like crazy, and the afterimage of the furnace hook was swung. In the end, he heard a "gala" sound, and at least the iron furnace hook as thick as an adult's fingers were directly broken by him.
The upper half of the furnace hook flew out, Schiller threw away the half in his hand, then swung the long-handled pliers next to him and continued to smash it.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At first, the wooden monster could struggle for a while. He tried hard to rush out so that he could free his arm that was still in the passage, but any part that left the passage would be smashed by Schiller.
Although the slender arms look scary, they mean that they are not as strong as that. They are obviously needles used to prick people, and are a sharp weapon, not a baseball bat. How can they withstand Schiller's smashing?
So his slender hand quickly retracted. But he retracted his hand first, and his head was half a step slower. Schiller knocked it down. The back of his head was smashed and his spine almost broke. He barely took his head back.
Schiller stood at the metal passageway entrance with his pliers, gasping for breath.
"You fucking name is Wood?! Pay back the money!"
Then without waiting for the people inside to say anything, he walked to the fireplace, picked up the pliers and picked up a piece of burnt charcoal, and directly rushed into the passage. The length of the pliers was not enough, so he directly picked up the iron rod in Strange's hand with the pliers and pierced it into the passage.
The wooden monster did not retreat fast enough, and the sharp drill should have been directly pierced into his head. Schiller found that he had hit the pierced and stopped hitting it inside, but started knocking the iron drill.
Although I don’t know if the wooden man has brain matter, judging by Schiller’s strength, no matter what he has in his mind, he should have shaken it well.
After a long time, Schiller felt that there was no movement in the passage, so he waved to Strange. The two of them used the iron chisel as chopsticks to pick out the wooden monster.
The process of dragging it out is quite difficult because many hands are stuck in it, but in the end it is 80%.
Schiller looked at the wooden man's long arms and felt familiar. Then he suddenly remembered the guy who was picked up by the nurse to smash the door. Isn't this the thing strung on his body?
The light was dim at that time, and I couldn't see what was pierced through the man. Schiller thought it was an iron chain, but when he looked closely, it seemed that it was the arm of the wooden monster.
Schiller immediately understood that if he didn't work for a long time, the wooden monster might rush out of the passage and directly pierced you with his thin and long arms.
The man might have been stabbed to death by a wooden monster and was picked up by a nurse and used by waste.
It can be said that if Schiller didn't ask the elf how much money Wood had charged, it would be a bit difficult for them to deal with this monster.
It has to be strange if you want to blame. This monster doesn't look like a wooden man anywhere, but his head is the most typical toy wooden man. Isn't this exciting to Schiller?
Strange glanced at the corpse of the wooden monster, then looked at Schiller, and stood there silently.
"What's your expression? Don't you know I'm a mentally ill?" Schiller said with some dissatisfaction.
"But you refreshed my perception of mentally ill people again." Strange shook his head and said.
"It's rare, strange." Schiller commented, "After a mentally ill patient becomes hyperactive, the muscle limit will no longer exist, and naturally the strength will become bigger."
"Are you one point?" Strange picked up the pliers next to him to fiddle with the head of the wooden monster. The back of the head of the wooden monster had been completely smashed. The key is that the broken place was exposed and there was a steel structure inside, and they were also bent together.
Schiller laughed and said, "Doesn't this prove that I threatened you with a ballpoint pen? Did he show mercy?"
"This is true." Strange walked over to clean up the wreckage on the operating table, and then said, "You can pierce my head without magic."
Schiller wanted to say something again, but he glanced at the wound on the wooden man's head from the outskirts and noticed that something seemed to be inside. He squatted down and used pliers to break the steel bars.
"Hey, come and check this out! There's something good!" Schiller shouted.
Strange walked over again, then looked inside along the place where Schiller pointed, and found that there was a purple crystal core inside.
Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "The Bear Guard calls this thing puppet crystal. In other words, these things are puppets..."
"Don't be disappointed. If this was the real Wood, wouldn't it be too cheap? Maybe Wood is just a puppet, and there is someone else behind it."
Schiller nodded, affirming this speculation, and then he remembered and said, "The raven man had a puppet crystal in his body before, so he might not be the real Mr. Raven, but just a puppet of Mr. Raven."
"We have offended everyone now," Strange sighed.
"I want to be happy about it. At least this kind of crystal is very valuable." Schiller clewed out the crystal in his head and put it into the jar where the crystal in the raven human body was previously stored.
"How about you say we just stopped working, cheated the wooden man and killed him, and then sold him with the crystal core?"
"Not really, this guy is obviously wise, do you think the same thing will happen when he will be on the second time?"
"That's right." Schiller sighed with a little disappointed sigh, "What a pity."
As expected, there was no movement in the metal passage.
I guess Wood never thought anyone could survive the monster's men. He didn't consider this when he bumped into the door. Now the metal door was knocked away, so it was naturally useless to go out to pull the rod. Schiller and the others didn't know what signal they sent if they wanted to work.
So they could only take the most primitive method.
"Hey, man! If you don't die, give me a patient!" Schiller bent down and shouted into the metal passage. But there was no response inside.
Strange guessed what was going on, and he said to Schiller: "You stay away from the entrance of the cave, otherwise he wouldn't dare to come out."
Schiller curled his lips dissatisfiedly, and had to stand a little further away from the operating table, and then Strange shouted into the hole: "That madman is gone! Give us a patient!"
As a result, the metal channel was still not moving for a long time. Schiller immediately laughed and said, "It seems that he thinks you are a lunatic too."
Strange spread his hands and said, "At least it's better than you."
The two had to wait until the evening. When the nurse checked the post in the evening, Schiller leaned against the door and told the nurse what happened during the day.
It can be clearly seen from the nurse's eyes behind the observation window that it was the first time she encountered this situation. There was confusion in her eyes, and it was obvious that the CPU was burned.