"What are these?" Kraft frowned, this scene was really not friendly to OCD.

You said he didn't clean it up, then he still tidied up a little; You said he cleaned up, and it was no different from not cleaning up. The chaotic scene at the table reminded him of the fragmentary pages that his grandfather had bought, and the unnumbered pages could be a huge mental blow.

"Oh, speaking of which, you've come just in time. This is a record of more than ten days of experiments, but it has been disrupted, and I am sorting it out. Lucius picked up a page from it and handed it to Kraft, "Professor Kalman is a good mentor, and it would be better if he didn't mess around." ”

Kraft took the piece of paper in his hand, and the handwriting on it looked like the letter. The writer's usual letter strokes and angles of inclination are also well represented here, and a few decorative strokes are not forgotten to be drawn during the hurried experimentation.

The font is clear and the content is blurry.

There are a few lines written on this endless record, which I don't know what to say, only that it corresponds to feeding several mice water in different cups, and it is only numbered, not specific. Scattered shorthand words were left below each line, and Kraft guessed that it was probably the end of the rat or something.

Kraft was unaware of the Professor's shorthand habits, and could not guess what was a simplified patchwork of words, or if it might have been a new word that the Professor had just coined.

He flipped through the paper, but could not find an explanation, no date or number of the experiment, so he handed it back to Lucius and asked, "What do these words mean?" I'm not very familiar with the professor's way of writing. ”

"It's a pity, that's the problem, and I don't know it, so I want you to do me a favor." Lucius glanced at it and threw the paper into the neatly stacked pile, which was not clearly organized, but could not be understood at all. The mess looked far worse than Kraft had predicted.

"I mean, is there a possibility that Professor Kallman is your mentor and not mine." Kraft took the initiative to pick up another one from the table and glanced at it, which appeared to be drawn as part of the bones and muscles of an animal. He didn't know much about this aspect, and at most he could see that he was not human.

Combined with the previous one, if there is a connection between the two, it may be the structure of a mouse, right? I don't know where the professor got the rats for the experiment. Now no one seems to raise the kind of rats they are familiar with, and the professor's text refers to ordinary mice, and I don't know if they have been cleaned after they have been caught.

If not, it's best to wash your hands after touching these test notes.

"It wasn't like this before, but recently my mentor has been too obsessed with the study of black liquor, and I don't care too much about whether I, the person who organizes it, can understand it." Lucius also had a lot of resentment about this, "And I didn't participate in all of this, most of them couldn't remember when they did it, and the mentor rushed to Dunling before he had time to explain it clearly." ”

"Stop, you mean, these are the experimental logs of black liquor?" Kraft's hand flickered, and the words he had guessed before, such as heavy metal and neurotoxicity, scrolled through his mind. The things written after the two living treasures came into contact without protection were pinched in his hands.

"yes." Lucius looked taken for granted, and was quite surprised that Craft only realized it now.

"And then you got these experiment records here without any secrets? Aren't you afraid that anyone will come in and see it? ”

Kraft was a little numb, and when he first read the letter, he thought it was a high-end experiment on some mysterious substance. In the stereotype of otherworldly souls, this kind of experiment should be carried out by a group of people wearing chemical protective suits and masks, operating in a high-end laboratory like the Umbrella Company.

Then this dangerous and delicate thing, the relevant information should be locked in a safe that cannot be found at all, and when you want to take it out, you can go through three large iron doors, go to at least three floors underground, and then press the mysterious little button in the secret room.

That's an exaggeration, but even if the conditions are limited, it won't be enough to take the confidential documents directly to the office to sort them out, right? What if someone who doesn't know anything breaks in and takes a look? Did you really not think about this possibility, or what?

"Not really...... Usually no one comes here, and everyone knows that the professor has left to run errands. Lucius took in the rest of the paper that had been spread out on the table, and his completely indifferent expression raised Kraft's suspicions of neurotoxicity a notch again.

"If you don't understand it, put it away first, put it in a place where it is absolutely impossible for others to find it, and lock it up." Kraft stacked the drawing in his hand on top of it, feeling as if he had inadvertently landed on a thief ship. Since the professor's tail sweeping work is a mess, someone has to wipe his ass.

Now it's imperative to find a place to hide this large pile of records that shouldn't be here, like the secret laboratory that the professor said in his letter - it's not that secret, but it's better than just hanging out here.

I can only hope that the place is not too conspicuous, and add a lock.

Not being able to read the records is now a blessing in misfortune, and even if someone does see them, it is unlikely that they will be so easy to realize what the professor is doing.

"Also, you said that the lab is in the medical school? And samples are also in it? Watching Lucius put the test records into a regular slatted wooden box, Kraft realized that the environment in which everything else was kept must not be much better, "How the hell was that sample preserved?" ”

"Glass bottle, didn't you just say that?" Lucius closed the lid and double-struck the upturned side to crack it firmly.

It's more like how Kraft dealt with the old TV at home as a child, beating something in some rough and effective way until it succumbed and functioned normally.

"Hiss~" someone gasped, "I'm not talking about this, I'm saying that you have other preservation measures besides the glass bottle?" He should have thought of that a long time ago, that lab wasn't a safe place at all. I don't know if there is something volatile, it can take effect in a very small dose, and it is still placed in a basement with poor ventilation?!

Kraft's brain spun rapidly, and it didn't seem to be a simple lack of security awareness.

The lack of one or two things, he can still make up for the scientific development level of this world is too low, and there is no set of systematic experimental norms. But as you step into this office, the odd bits and pieces begin to add up, and by this point they have accumulated to a level where it is impossible to ignore them.

The professor shouldn't be such a person, when he first came to the academy before, he had to ask about almost semi-confirmed things like dissecting the human body, and the day before, he was even given a foreshadowing of "Human Body Structure". It is true that Kalman was a scholar, and indeed he was not very wary of his fellow believers, but he was by no means ignorant of human feelings and precautions.

Can such a person do such a thing as going to Dunling without explaining it clearly? Forgot to hide your notes, and forgot to explain your newly coined acronym to Lucius?

Well, Kraft can take a step back and believe that Professor Kallman was blinded by the great surprise. The professor is not young, and it is not impossible to forcibly explain the difficulties that have plagued the academic world in his lifetime to see the difficulties that have plagued the academic world for decades being broken through.

Let's talk about Lucius. He's a bit of an extrovert, sometimes a little less bright, but he's not a fool either.

Even if the professor didn't tell him, it would be too unreasonable for him to put so many original manuscripts of experimental records in a room where someone could push the door in at any time.

Yes, it can be explained that it is difficult to see what exactly is meant by these contents, and objectively speaking, it is impossible to find anything too wrong. The School of Medicine is the home base of Professor Kalman and Lucius, and there is no wrong thing about it.

And then there's the almost reckless way of experimenting. Without fully ascertaining the nature of the black liquor and without fundamentally confirming that it was "black liquor", the two took the risk of drinking the diluted sample.

You must know that the macho man who swallowed Helicobacter pylori raw did it when no one believed him, and at most he got chronic gastritis and stomach ulcer after his stomach. Why did the Professor and Lucius do this? Are they sure that such a large diluted sample is fine?

They took turns drinking, took turns in a coma for a day, and then attached this directly to the doctrine of bodily fluids.

It is very reasonable that Lucius also found a small amount of black fluid according to the theory of body fluids and will not affect the balance of the human body for a long time.

……

It's so weird that there seems to be an explanation for it, but Kraft instinctively feels that something is out of order. Obviously, the light was not bad, and a cold and eerie atmosphere that only he could perceive had filled the room, with a subtle sense of familiarity in the strangeness.

"Go and put out that little stove that boils water." Craft reached out and snatched the box from Lucius's hand, and in the astonishment of the other man's face, he reopened the lid and took out the papers one by one and spread them on the table.

A large number of records soon filled the table, and Kraft shoved two barley cups into Lucius's hand for him to hold, leaving more space on the table.

When unfolded without overlapping, the desktop can hardly hold so much paper. More records were tiled to the floor, all the way to the base of the wall. He walked briskly to the window and pushed it open completely, allowing more sunlight to let in the room so that he could examine them thoroughly.

When you spread it out completely, you will find that there are far more records than you think. The experimental records, which contained only half a small wooden box, could be placed when they were all piled up on the tabletop, but in fact they could be nearly three times the size of the table, basically taking up the area of the room that could be exposed to direct sunlight.

"Is there anything you can help with?" Lucius stood beside him with two teacups, like a poor student who had just been announced to be in tow after class, and Kraft would have completely ignored him.

Walking around the paper, Kraft circled a few times. The records that were completely unrecognizable when huddled together revealed the clues when they were unfolded. With my own knowledge of this type of writing, even if there are no page numbers and no dates, these records can be roughly divided into several categories.