The Brass Dragon in the Dragon World Chapter 552: Hunter's Diary
Facing this scene, Lu Mingfei smacked his lower lip. There was a steep slope outside the entrance of the cave. Lu Mingfei tested it a few times and felt that he should be able to slide down.
Just as he was about to make a move, Zero grabbed his clothes: "Don't go down yet, let's move together."
"Well, I feel like I've found something amazing." Fingel's hesitant voice came. Lu Mingfei suppressed the idea of going to explore, turned around and returned to the room with Zero. Fingel held the
A small book, I am flipping through something.
"I found this inside a white coat. It's a portable notebook." Fingel opened the black cover of the notebook, revealing the yellowed pages inside. Something was recorded on it in German, and the words were arranged very neatly.
At first glance, he looks like the kind of student that the Chinese teacher likes best.
"A doctor's notebook, which contains some essays and the like." Fingel pointed to a few letters on the first page and said: "Scherf Richter, this is his name."
After Fingel turned to the next page, the anatomy of the human kidney was drawn on the page. Dr. Scherff's sketching skills were not weak, and he even added shading to the anatomy.
"I just looked at it. The front part is full of useless pictures, and there are a few bad poems. The sea, you are all water."
Fingel spoke quickly, but the movements of his hands were very gentle, for fear of damaging the notes in his hands.
"But later, this guy started writing a diary. I will read it to you, August 10, 1944..."
August 10, 1944:
It has been almost three months since I came to this underground research room, and my research has gradually reached a bottleneck.
We have dug out many things in this bottomless underground. The existence of these things means that the world is not so perfect and harmonious, but that there is some unknown power.
I have never kept a diary before, but this time I feel that I should record these things, whether it is for me or for the Führer.
Above us is a gorgeous manor. I don't know why we didn't occupy it as a laboratory, but privately, we all say that there is a terrible curse there.
Yes, this is definitely a cursed land. Completely unscientific explosion debris were unearthed one after another. The shape and structure of those dead branches completely violated the laws of biology, and the cause of that explosion...
We know nothing.
But all this has nothing to do with me. As an army doctor, my task is only to prescribe a dose of Pervitin to the scientists when they are tired.
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Fingel took a breath and flipped through Scherff's diary. The records in the small notebook were a bit fragmented. After that diary, there were several microscopic pictures of cells, followed by short poems and jokes Scherff wrote when he was bored.
It wasn't until I turned two or three pages that I saw the next diary entry.
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September 21, 1944:
The research came to a complete standstill, and I finally had the opportunity to write a diary.
Mr. Schmidt has been taking more and more medicine recently. He is anxious and can only rely on medicine to relieve his anxiety.
Pervitin is indeed very useful in refreshing the mind. There are also new drugs in the supplies sent from Berlin. I prescribed them to Schmidt today.
Physicists and engineers now discuss dozens of different conjectures every day, and then reject all possibilities in discussion after discussion.
Fortunately, news recently came from Berlin that the biological troops have found something useful, which may be able to help us.
"First Evolution"
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"I heard Principal Angers say that the biological troops of the Third Reich captured hybrids and conducted experiments on them." Lu Mingfei touched his chin and interjected.
"Well, at that time, the war situation had begun to shift towards the Allies, and the NC was also jumping over the wall." Fingel turned over two more pages of messy graffiti, cleared his throat, and continued reading:
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November 3, 1944:
The experiment is completely terminated,
This underground laboratory has been assigned other tasks.
A man came here with orders from Berlin. We didn’t know his name, and we had never seen his face. He asked us to call him: “Prince.”
What a strange title. Is he a descendant of a certain royal family?
The addition of "Prince" has greatly improved the progress of our experiment. Although there are not enough manpower, I, a poor doctor, was also included in the experimental team.
The new project was controlled by the "Prince" alone. He directed the soldiers to dig out the basement and reinforce the huge underground space with steel bars and cement. The sound of digging and piling could be heard there every day.
But strangely, no soil was ever shipped out.
The prince had a special medicine in his hand, which was said to come from the mysterious East. He called it dragon's blood. Whenever someone felt tired, he would add the black medicine to the water and let the person drink it.
I have to say that the prince's medicine is indeed effective. Mr. Schmidt has not been so energetic for a long time, and the soldiers are full of strength and ready to fight for the head of state at any time.
I have never drank that medicine, but I will drink it sooner or later. I don’t know how effective it is. uukanshu.com www.uukanshu.com It must be stronger than Pervitin.
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"Prince?" Yin Lisabai interjected: "Is this some strange code name?"
"This code name is so familiar..." Fingel whispered. His voice was completely different from his usual laziness. Instead, he was gritting his teeth. Lu Mingfei looked at him in surprise. Fingel instantly
After adjusting my mood, I turned over a few pages and then read:
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January 20, 1945:
The eight-legged Pegasus leaps out of the darkness,
The ancient god raised his spear.
This is hunting, just like an ancient ritual.
But this time,
We are the hunters.
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January 21, 1945:
We succeeded. The summoned god died in the underground cavity. What His Highness the Prince said was correct.
The body of the god has been controlled by us, and the prince will grant us a glorious evolution, but before that, we have participated in a miracle, the miracle of the resurrection of the dead that only exists in legends.
The prince took out the body of a man. There is no doubt that it was a noble Aryan. Even after he had been dead for a long time, his appearance was still so handsome. In our hands, he will be reborn...
Fingel stopped suddenly, his face became a little ugly, he raised the notebook in his hand and showed everyone a sketch on it.
That was a man. As Scherff said, he was indeed extremely handsome, but that lion-like face was still fresh in Lu Mingfei's memory, so much so that he blurted out: