If this desk lamp were replaced with an oil lamp using kerosene, I would almost think that this was probably a hut casually arranged by ancient hermits in a deserted cave. Those simple and crude furnishings make
The word "shabby" comes from the bottom of one's heart.
It is probably impossible to find medical supplies here, because the table does not have drawers, it is just a clean square table with no unnecessary features. I can clearly see what is on it. If there were potions and bandages, I would have
Just saw it.
No matter how stingy the evil witch sect is, they are still the largest sect in southern Xinjiang, and their strength can be regarded as overwhelming in this area. Are the staff dormitories so crudely built? It seems like they are deliberately trying to make their lives worse.
All the colors in the world are taken away from people, leaving only a place where they can barely stay.
I think the only ones that may have clues about medical supplies are these record books. People who raise poisonous insects here and keep company with poisonous insects and beasts every day will always be injured more or less. If they record it,
It probably allows me to figure out the general location of the infirmary.
I looked at the thick stack of notebooks on the table. There were only a few to dozens of notebooks, and each notebook had a different name written on it. It seemed that the notebooks were divided according to names rather than dates, which made me feel a little puzzled.
Because generally speaking, things like factory duty log books focus on the consistency and timeliness of the records. As for who was on duty and who wrote it, you only need to mention one sentence at the beginning of the day's record. There is no need to change it every time.
One has to buy a new notebook, which not only wastes paper but also makes it troublesome to find.
None of the record books on the table in front of me has the names of two or more people on the cover. Some people even have several copies by themselves. This means that everyone's duty hours do not seem to be exactly the same. Although
I don’t rule out the possibility that some people are particularly verbose, but no matter what, it won’t be three or four times the amount of text, right?
No matter how many guesses there are, it's better to see them first. I picked up a book and opened it. The content inside seemed very normal at first. It was to record the daily cultivation status of Gu worms, how many were newly reproduced, how many had mutated, and how many could be
Put it into practice.
There was a page full of these extremely boring contents. I was too lazy to read it carefully, and I was also anxious to help the fat man find medicine, so I quickly flipped through it.
A total of about two or three pages of information on poisonous creatures were recorded, and this day's content finally came to an end.
I noticed that at the end of this diary, there seemed to be a paragraph written randomly rather than in a standardized recording format. It should be some of the author's leisurely complaints.
"I feel very honored to be assigned here on the first day. This must be a gift from the Silkworm God. A little scorpion stinger like me can be entrusted with such an important task. I will definitely work hard.
Lord Yuiluo told me to rest early today and also painted a stigmata on me, which flattered me. I will definitely go all out for tomorrow's ceremony. The moon is full today."
It was just a few lines of words, and there was a feeling of excitement and anticipation in the words. Apart from making people lament the power of the evil witch sect in brainwashing its members, there seemed to be nothing special about it.
But from this point of view, this abandoned old factory seems to be more important than I thought. It is not only a base for cultivating monsters, but also seems to hold some ceremonies regularly, and only those who are recognized have the right to stay here. The cadre named "Yu Yiluo" came to take charge of the arrangements.
I read back for another day, and found that there was nothing special about the previous records about the poisonous situation. I originally wanted to collect more information about the local poisonous insects, but the wording they used in their records was very professional. I have never received any systematic poisonous knowledge. Without education, they may not be able to understand it. Secondly, the people who come here to stare at Alang may not necessarily have the same kind of poisonous creatures they are good at raising in captivity as the ones in this factory.
I probably used my imagination to write down a few impressive Gu worms, and then turned the page back. This time, the last casual text seemed not as high-spirited as the previous day:
"I overestimated myself. Today's ceremony was much harder than I thought. Even though I was mentally prepared, I still felt like running away, especially when I almost jumped in the middle of it. When I got up, thanks to Master Yui Luo, he quickly held down my limbs. From tomorrow on, I hope he can tie me up. I am ashamed that my faith is not strong enough. Today is the ninth gibbous moon."
Huh? It seems that this ceremony is accompanied by pain. The person who was so confident yesterday almost gave up halfway today, and he actually hopes to have his limbs tied up tomorrow. In other words, the pain during the ceremony is unbearable. Use mental power to suppress and endure.
I felt a slight chill in my back. I felt that this place was not just a dormitory for employees, but after all, as a cult that uses evil magic, it was normal for the rituals to be a little painful. Compared to the Silkworm God I had personally experienced. This level of sacrifice for the deceased is nothing.
In order to quickly find information about medicine, I was too lazy to read each article carefully, so I quickly scanned the pages, tracking keywords such as "clinic, medicine, physical discomfort".
The contents of his records have basically not changed much these days. He just blames himself for not being firm enough in his beliefs. He is still afraid and even wants to run away when facing the ceremony, but he has gradually become accustomed to the pain and feels the pain from the bottom of his heart. An inexplicable feeling of pleasure comes.
Finally, about ten days later, I finally found a key clue: "There is some inflammation and suppuration on the face, and it will be very painful if touched even slightly. Even if it is touched while talking or yawning a little louder, the whole face will hurt." They all twitched. Although this may be part of the Silkworm God's test of me, I almost couldn't bear it anymore. Curing it shouldn't affect the ceremony. I want to go to the third floor to get some disinfectant alcohol, but I have to pass it first. Lord Yuiluo’s consent. Today is the last quarter of the third month.”
Disinfectant alcohol! Still upstairs, I naturally thought that the so-called infirmary should be among the rooms on the third floor.
I couldn't wait to set off, but an inexplicable curiosity and uneasiness made me decide to continue reading two more pages to collect more information before setting off.
I couldn't help but turn to the next day. This time, his handwriting was very sloppy and crooked, as if the person was in a bad physical or emotional state. Compared with the straight and full handwriting at the beginning, he looked like two different people.