Chapter 1296 1268. Alchemy Experiment
Most of the patients with gray blood were dead and were thrown to the ground like broken pillows.
There were only a few iron medical beds, and a few of them were bound by leather restraints. They were still making feeble moans like the flapping of mosquito wings, or there were nervous twitches in their fingers and other parts.
Lan En's eyes were only cold when he first came in, but then he turned around and softly closed the door, then turned around and his expression became calm.
Although this 'calmness' is just scarier than when he was cold-faced just now.
Boots stepped on the blood-soaked wooden floor, making the sound of squeezing wet wood.
Lan En calmly stepped over many broken and strange corpses and came to the unfiltered experimental table.
He raised his head and took a quick glance.
Suddenly, analysis icons appeared on the demon hunter's retina, enclosing various experimental equipment.
That was Mentos recording the current experimental scene, just like many previous alchemy or scientific experiments, doing auxiliary work for his subject.
There was a "crash" sound.
Lan En placed the sample he brought on the experimental table with ease. It felt familiar, as if he had been using this experimental table for an unknown amount of time.
He knew the location of every appliance and how to use them.
The witcher began to skillfully take out the gray blood samples, as well as the pills he found.
First, there was a small amount of gray blood and medicinal powder, which he processed individually and put under the microscope, but after a while of observation, he found nothing.
There is no doubt that if anything can be discovered through direct observation, then the plague in Old Yharnam is too superficial.
So Lan En had no fluctuations.
He went to the medicine cabinet next to the experimental table and quickly glanced at various reagents. At the same time, he put his alchemy leather bag on the table, which contained many medicinal ingredients that he had prepared in the Magical Middle Ages.
Many of Yanan's reagents are conventional, such as alcohol.
It's just that Yanan may have the same reagent here, but the name doesn't match Lan En's memory, so he needs to identify it.
"Mentos, start building the alchemy experiment process."
Lan En's hands were busy in an orderly manner, his eyes quickly recognized the medicines in the reagent cabinet in the research hall, and compared them with his own knowledge, while his brain was also docking projects with Mentos.
"Executing, please enter the keywords for this alchemy experiment."
Mentos quickly created a new folder and put in computing power.
"The goals are [Purification] and [Appearance]. If you can't take care of both at the same time, just choose one."
Lan En pointed out the target calmly and rationally.
This was a norm not just for Mentos, but for himself.
His talents in alchemy and biology have been proven countless times, but when inspiration strikes this genius' brain, it comes in explosive bursts.
Therefore, he had to standardize his thinking first, and then transfer the inspiration that he thought was feasible to Mentos, and let the biochemical brain do what it is good at - investing computing power to complete the simulation of subsequent development.
Plan an alchemy experiment according to the needs of the site in a strange alien world. Even if you say this to Henry Gedimitis, the old man will blow his beard and stare, saying "nonsense"!
But tell it to Tisaya, and maybe the sorceress will shake her head, but she will show a little more hesitation.
—Because she had truly seen Lan En’s academic talent.
He can really do this!
But he was the only one the sorceress saw.
And this taste.
"The fishy smell of the sea?"
Lan En carefully used the fan-smelling method to roll out some air at the mouth of the test tube and sent it into his nasal cavity.
Suddenly a fishy and salty smell was recognized by him.
This smell was not unexpected to Lan En, because he had smelled the blood of gray blood patients before.
The fishy smell of the sea seems to have been present in it before, but because the previous taste was obscure and complex, this fishy and salty smell was masked.
The parasites hid their scent, just as they hid their bodies in the blood.
In order to ensure the credibility of the experiment, Lann then tested the blood of three different gray blood patients, and finally tested two pieces of tablet scraps.
The final results were all the same - parasites that had no trace at all appeared suddenly and out of thin air in those things.
The parasites look like squid under the microscope, with a smooth texture and skin that is so dark that it is almost gray-purple.
Most of them died in the alchemical reagent prepared by Lan En, curled together stiffly.
But there are also a few that show tenacious vitality, swimming around on the microscope slide with teeth and claws.
Compared with the fragility of their tiny size, this vitality is simply terrifying.
Lan En took his eyes away from the microscope's eyepiece and frowned.
Now he can be sure that gray blood disease is certainly not a plague in its natural state. It has natural supernatural powers.
This is an infectious disease caused by supernatural parasites.
And it is obvious that there are human traces in the spread of this infectious disease, and even in its source.
Lan En frowned and turned his head while holding the table used for the experiment.
He looked at the patients who were bound with restraints on steel beds covered with blood and dirty bandages.
These are gray blood patients who have been ‘treated’ by the clergy in the research hall.
And what has become of this disease in them?
The clergy claimed that they used [blood therapy] on gray blood patients whose disease progressed too seriously.
And [blood therapy] is considered a panacea that can cure everything in Yanan.
But when the blood of patients with gray blood has become like this, is the sacred blood that flows into their veins really for them?
Do the clergy want to give [blood therapy] to the patients, or to give [blood therapy] to the parasites?
And now it's easy to confirm this.
Lan En left the experimental table and walked towards the steel hospital bed, taking a brass syringe from the table. I want to draw a tube of blood from these ‘rescued’ patients.
But just as he stretched out the needle.
Lan En, who had his back to the laboratory door, suddenly raised his eyes that were looking at the needle, and then disappeared like smoke.
And at the next moment, a flashy and gloomy blade crossed the position where he was just now!
"Acceleration?"
Following the question from the cold female voice, the door to the laboratory behind slowly closed at this moment.
The blade in Maria's hand gave off a deep reflection under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, pointing at the witcher who reappeared not far away.
"Who are you anyway?"