Lugano glanced at Lumien with a slightly strange look:

"You've heard about this surgery too?"

After subconsciously responding, he smiled:

"As you are, you are very knowledgeable and have a wide range of hobbies, and you know even this cutting-edge surgery."

"Looks like you know a lot." Lumien skipped Lugano's fawning.

Lugano nodded quickly:

"I've read in several magazines that doctors believe that the essence of this surgery is to destroy the patient's brain, and it is irreversible, that is, it seems to cure the patient's madness, but it makes him stupid, always calm, and no longer has emotional fluctuations.

"They feel that if they don't use this kind of surgery, there is hope that the madness can be cured by other methods, but once they are stupid, there is no possibility of cure."

There are still many doctors in Intis who have a high academic level, dare to tell the truth, and have a good work ethic...... Lumian nodded to himself.

After confirming that Lugano had some knowledge of the medical community, he asked casually:

Are there any strange medical cases lately?

Remember https://m in a second.

Lugano thought carefully for a while, shook his head slowly, and said:

"Nothing strange.

Lumien was about to change the question, but Lugano added:

"It's really strange, but it's quite strange that a folk custom has been popular in a small area recently."

"Folklore related to medicine?" Lumien read the hidden meaning of Lugano's words.

The brown-haired Lugano replied with a smile:

"Sort of.

"It was probably a group of citizens of Trier who felt that the blood shed by the condemned prisoners carried the last tenacity of life, and that if some of it was dipped in bread, it could cure a variety of diseases, which made many columnists very angry, calling it a retro, bloody stupidity, and that it might be more effective to go to church and pray for asylum than to pray for refuge."

"Why haven't I heard of such a folklore?" Lumien felt that there was an indescribable implication in the actions of the citizens of Trier, more than just stupidity.

Lugano laughed:

"Boss, this is normal, I haven't heard of it before, it is a folk custom that has only appeared in the last two or three months, it may have been brought by some foreigners, and more and more people believe in it."

Lumien chatted with the bounty hunter who had saved up money to buy the main material for the "Doctor" for a while, and had a vague impression of the medical community in Trier.

It was almost noon, and after filling his stomach, he turned into White Coat Street and entered Building No. 3, which was used as an apartment.

In this process, Lumian did not hide his curiosity, and deliberately examined the appearance of 6 White Coat Street, and found no traces.

He knocked on the door of Apartment 601 and tossed the "lie" ear clip to Franka, who had long flaxen hair tied up simply.

This companion has to come into contact with the people of the Witch Sect again in the afternoon, and he has to be the same as last time.

"Why are you here?" Franka caught the silver-white ear clip accurately, "Didn't you receive the message from Ms. Hela?" I've been waiting for you to come and discuss. ”

Lumian laughed:

"Why are you in a hurry than me?

He closed the door and sat down on the couch, recounting all the key information and corresponding guesses he had extracted from the data, and Franca interjected from time to time to give her opinion.

At the end, Lumian put the bounty hunter Lugano. Toscano's description of Trier's medical community is roughly recounted.

Franca's expression suddenly became strange.

"Questions?" Lumian was not surprised.

Franca gave an "um":

"The rumor that eating bread with the blood of a condemned prisoner can cure a disease is very similar to the ancient folklore of my hometown, but that was many years ago, and since the popularization of education, this kind of folklore has basically disappeared.

"The original folklore is that steamed buns stained red with the blood of condemned prisoners can cure serious lung diseases, provided that they are eaten hot.

Lumian raised his right eyebrow at the earliest.

He said that the strange folklore gave him an indescribable feeling:

The feeling of mischief!

It's April Fool's style!

"I have a friend who 'did it'?" Lumian was suddenly a little excited.

A hypnotic "psychiatrist" can make such a folk custom appear and spread without anyone knowing!

Franka nodded solemnly:

"'I have a friend' who is also from my hometown and your sister, otherwise, your sister would not trust him and seek treatment for his psychological problems.

His code name and the language he knows prove it, and apart from him and the Black Warriors, the other members of April Fool's may not know that ancient folklore. ”

"Loki's don't know?" Lumian asked in amazement.

"I'm not sure." Franca frowned, "I don't know him well, and he has never revealed his identity as a fellow countryman, and I didn't know he would, if he hadn't recited those four honorific names in the language of my and your sister's homeland, I always thought that their group's Russell the Great' diary was translated by 'I have a friend and Black Earth'." ”

Lumien smiled:

"It's really a folk prank made by 'I have a friend', I'll go to the execution ground in the prison area and watch it later."

Also known as the Red Hat District, officially numbered 4, the prison district is one of the oldest districts and is home to one of the most famous prisons in Intis, the Saint-Mar Prison, hence the name.

Near St. Mar's prison is one of Trier's busiest execution grounds, the Roa Complex.

"Be careful, the 'psychiatrist' is more cautious than the 'master puppet'. Franca reminded.

Although "I have a friend" is not an extraordinary person in the three paths of "soothsayer", "thief" and "apprentice", even if he believes in "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", he can't find the seal on Lumian's body, but Lumian still feels that he can't be careless, and wants to return to the "lie" ear clip, and simply changes his appearance - he is worried that the resurrected "Loki" has communicated with "I have a friend" about his and Franca's real appearance.

After Franka regained her hands on the "Lies" ear clip, she asked curiously:

"What's going on with that horror that day?"

Lumian laughed:

"It all started with me and Hela's 'Lady looking for the Samaritan Woman's Spring.'"

......" Franka was stunned for a moment, then cursed, "Ten! How many details of such a thing do you still have to say?

"It depends on when you use it." Lumian briefly mentioned the situation of being eroded into his flesh by the aura of the "Blood Emperor".

Franka had forgotten her annoyance, and looked closely at Lumian's raised right palm, and finally found the inconspicuous marks that seemed to be squeezed.

"Wow, you actually have the breath of a true god on your body, although it is just an empty shell, but it is also the breath of a true god, and it is the same way as the true god." Franka sighed with envy, and wished she could give herself a whole one.

She then looked at Lumian's left hand, which was still wrapped in a strap:

"What's on this one?"

"Nothing, used to attract attention." Lumien replied with a smile.

Franka was stunned for two seconds:

"You're so sinister! If you're promoted to 'Conspirator', you'll be able to digest it quickly! ”

"Hopefully it will turn out as well as you wished." Lumien was not modest.

In the afternoon, Lumien took a horse-drawn carriage to the north bank of the Serenzo River and arrived at the Ruwa General Execution Ground in the prison area.

One of the great hobbies of the citizens of Trier is watching the executions of prisoners, and although it is not a weekend, there are many people gathered here, and there are even many vendors who set up stalls or shuttle through them, selling food and drink.

There are many brightly dressed street girls looking for business, and there are also a group of writers who come to hang out.

If it weren't for the fact that the name "Roa General Execution Ground" was written on the intersection, and that there were gallows and beheadings standing in the distance, Lumien would have wondered if he had come to the wrong place and entered the nearby market, which was lively and noisy.

Stepping on the rammed earth, Lumien hid himself in the crowd and walked around the execution ground like a bazaar.

He found no suspicious person, but saw a dozen or twenty men and women with bread in their hands crowded into the forefront, all of them dressed in old clothes, some of them even rudimentary.

After a while, the crowd suddenly swelled and crowded to both sides of the road leading to the execution ground to meet the procession from St. Mar's prison.

Lumien didn't join in the fun, but heard people cheering, people whistling, and women shouting "I'm willing to marry you".

The latter is not a marriage proposal, but a ridicule of past folklore, in the classical era before Russell the Great, on the way from prison to the execution ground, if anyone in the onlookers proposed to him, and he also chose to agree, he will be sentenced to be commuted and survive, but the death row prisoners will not all accept it, some attach great importance to appearance, some are very dignified, and they all choose to use death to adhere to their own ideas.

It's a nightmare, and a beautiful girl who faces the executioner's courtship gives up saving herself on the grounds that it is an insult to love and marriage.

Two of the most famous cases were when a handsome condemned prisoner rejected a marriage proposal from a woman onlooker, believing that her appearance Lumian had squeezed into the front row of onlookers and saw two death row prisoners standing inside the shooting point made of rams.

They were all younger, no more than 30 years old, dressed in uniform - red short shirts, yellow trousers, green hats, with iron balls dragged on their feet and hands tied behind their backs with iron chains behind their backs.

The two men, one with black hair and blue eyes, and the other with brown hair and brown eyes, both looked good, but they looked at each other with hatred.

Seeing that the gunman in charge of the execution had arrived at the predetermined position, he raised his rifles in his hands, and the two condemned prisoners shouted at the same time:

"Long live freedom!

"Glory again!

After shouting, the two looked at each other angrily, and fell to the sound of thumping gunshots, blood gushing out.

The men with the bread were excited, but they were stopped by the soldiers in front of them, and they could not rush into the shooting point.

When the condition of the two condemned prisoners was confirmed, the soldiers left in a group, and the citizens with bread rushed frantically towards the blood-stained rammer.

Instead of looking at them, Lumien looked around to see who was enjoying the absurd comedy.

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