Just when the doctor mentioned the problem of brain slices.

The head nurse's screams came from the analysis room not far away.

When Han Dong arrived as soon as possible, he found that the head nurse's right arm had spiraled...... However, there are no 'symptoms of infection' and there is no constant spiral like in the elderly.

Expressions, thoughts, and all signs were normal, except for a simple twist of the right arm.

"Is it really against the demons?" The head nurse belongs to the Destiny Creature...... There is no such thing as an alien nucleus, and the matter that causes the spiral cannot invade the core."

Han Dong immediately stepped forward and stabilized the head nurse.

The head nurse looked horrified and pointed to the solution in the Erlenmeyer flask, which was a specially treated and diluted brain slice solution:

"As soon as I accidentally got a drop, my right hand became like this.

Fortunately, the "memory diluent" has been crafted, and it only needs to be fed to a brain-functioning ghoul to allow it to gain some of the old man's memories. ”

"Ghouls can't do it, leave it to me."

Seeing Han Dong take the solution, the swollen doctor who followed was full of shock, and hurriedly stopped:

"My lord, you want to drink it yourself?

This thing is too risky...... Your talent tree is essentially the same type of substance as our alien crystal nucleus, so if similar symptoms occur, it will be troublesome."

"If this dilution of an ordinary infected person's brain slice can affect me, then I will definitely die on this "trip to London".

Ordinary ghouls must not be able to bear it, and such precious clues cannot be wasted.

Let me do it. ”

The reason why Han Dong wanted to take a look at the old man's memory.

It's that when he found the twisted old man in the guest room, he said the words - "I failed".

makes Han Dong care a lot about what the hell is the failure.

Han Dong suspected that the old man had participated in a certain ritual, and even took the initiative to approach the whirlpool, which caused such an end...... The exact answer can only be found from memory.

The doctor scratched his brain and said earnestly, "Okay...... I will always monitor the status of adults.

At the same time, it will also help you integrate memory fragments so that you can read them smoothly.

After all, this is the first time I've seen such a swirling brain, and there is a high chance that it will fail to read. ”

"Okay."

"Then sir, go to sleep."

"Sleep up, where do you sleep?" Han Dong stared at the mass of brains on the ghoul's seat, not quite understanding what the doctor meant.

The swollen brain is concave inward in the center, forming a groove that houses Han Dong's body, and its shape resembles that of an MRI machine commonly seen in movies.

Han Dong immediately lay flat on his back, dragging his tentacles into the soft and warm recesses of his brain.

Not to mention, sleeping in it is both soft and warm.

Grunt grunt ~ dilution in one gulp.

In the process of swallowing, it was obvious that the larynx and esophagus had a certain spiral reaction, and it was quickly adapted by the [Black Vortex Body], and Han Dong's body was normal.

The essence of the dilution, digested in the small intestine area, flows along the blood vessels into the brain.

On Dr. Swelling's side, dozens of synapses are also bordered on the surface of Han Dong's brain, assisting in the combing and construction of memory fragments.

With the joint efforts of the two brain powerhouses, the distorted, chaotic and disordered memory fragments are neatly arranged in the mind.

Han Dong's consciousness was immediately taken into a strange memory......

Airplanes!

In the blink of an eye, the dark streets of the city of London corresponded to it.

The cold wind is blowing.

With the access of memories, the relevant information of the old man was also transmitted to Han Dong.

The old man's name is [Vogt. Big Hand], he has a slightly larger palm than the other demons, which allowed him to successfully apply for a job sorting ore at a young age.

In the world of alien demons, strength still speaks.

Vogt, who has always been just a newborn demon, has been working in the mining company for hundreds of years, and his job has not changed...... It has long become the ultimate existence in social animals.

Current.

He had just gotten off work from a mining company and was on his way home.

At his age, Vogt no longer has the possibility of growth, and the rest of his life is basically fixed, and he will work in the mining company until he dies.

The fixed and rigid life pattern made him lose all his enthusiasm for life.

Even if there has been a series of strange "whirlpool events" in the city of London recently, he seems to be indifferent.

In his opinion, if he gets involved in the incident and dies, he can get more attention, and he can make his life that has already fallen into gloom have more color at the end.

It is also due to the occurrence of the whirlpool event, the demand for ore in recent times is extremely large, and Vogt is working overtime until late at night today...... And it looks extra unlucky.

Perhaps due to his old age, he lost his mind for a moment while sorting ore, and rolled his little thumb into a magical device.

Causes the entire little finger to be bent (backward and curled in a loop) that does not heal itself.

However, the company not only did not pay compensation, but also scolded him for delays in work...... Such an unexpected situation also exacerbated his misanthropy.

Just as he was holding his curly little finger and walking home with his head down, he suddenly felt a chill...... When I looked up, I saw that the streets were empty in the middle of the night.

At the same time, the curly little finger seemed to be pulled by an invisible tug, leading him to a dark alleyway.

First, I caught a glimpse of a black vortex.

When I looked closely, a book seller appeared in the alleyway, and on the stall in front of him were several old strange books, all with spiral patterns printed on the covers.

Stunned.

Vogt was already standing in front of the bookshelf, and even though there was no reduction in the number of book sellers, he could faintly feel that the books in front of him might change the rest of his life.

"How do you sell this book?"

When he asked for the price.

The book seller stretched out a deep spiral-shaped arm from under his robe and pointed it at his little thumb, asking for 'barter'.

As long as he can change the rest of Vogt's life, he is not even afraid of death, just a little thumb...... Click!

Broke off on the spot and handed over the "curly little thumb".

The bookseller, who has curled his fingers, has a strange smile (the corners of his mouth are curled at 180°) on his dark face.

Vogt, who had paid the 'fee', finally fixed his eyes on a dark, curly book, and was about to leave with the book in his hand.

That's when the strange thing Dr. Swelling feared happened.

Be reasonable.

Han Dong, as a memory reader, is observing all this from the perspective of a [bystander].

Just like a person reading a comic book, it is impossible for the character in the book to notice the reader.

But......

Just as Vogt was about to leave.

The spiral-shaped arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and a deep voice came from the swirling mouth:

"There is a third party...... Who are you? ”

Hearing this, Han Dong was shocked.

At the critical moment, Dr. Swelling, who was monitoring everything from the outside, forcibly severed the memory connection.

Han Dong, whose swollen brain was slowly removed, looked as if he had just come out of the sauna, and his whole body exuded heat that was visible to the naked eye...... Talent trees are unaffected.

Han Dong's eyes were filled with horror and interest, "I'm just a bystander of memory...... How will you be aware of my presence? What the hell is the guy behind the whirlpool? ”