"Huh? Did it really work? Lucius pulled out the medical record and handed it to Kraft, pointing to him the altered "lethargy" column.

"Lecturer Liston didn't think it was up to the level of drowsiness, so he smeared it off. I don't know if I should put it in the remarks or not. ”

Kraft didn't seem to listen to what Lucius was saying, and when he got the medical records, he flipped to the first page of basic information, and looked up the occupation and address.

"Baker, Building 3 on Elm Street North? What is that place? ”

"I don't know, it should be a small street, I don't know where it is, and it hasn't been this person's turn for follow-up."

Lucius was familiar with the local roads of Wenden Port, but when he was asked which road was called and what it was, he could only answer a few of the frequented ones.

There are too many streets and lanes crisscrossed by all kinds, and there are all kinds of names, and this kind of nameless without characteristics can be forgotten after seeing it.

"Didn't you think you might have to go for a follow-up visit?" Clough asked.

"Well, I didn't write it, it was Liston who wrote it, maybe he knows where?" Lucius hurriedly dissociated. It seems that something has been discovered, and at this time, the defects in the medical records must not be related to themselves, and Liston should be responsible for himself.

"Let's go, then let's go find Liston."

Picking up the medical record, Kraft didn't hesitate to leave what he was doing and prepare to head out.

It's over, Lucius thought, hoping it's not a big deal. He quickly followed, quickly recalling if there was a problem of his own, in case he couldn't find a specific location later, the matter would be troublesome.

Fortunately, Kraft still maintained his usual good cultivation in everyone's minds, and he just hurried back to the clinic with Lucius and blocked Liston, who was packing up his things and planning to leave work.

"I had a problem that needed to be checked as soon as possible, so I came over myself." Kraft pushed Liston back into the chair next to the table and pulled out his medical records to show him.

"Are you sure that the patient's statement is that he wakes up later and is difficult to wake up? Did he say exactly how late it was? ”

Taken aback, Liston looked at Lucius, who was hiding behind, who gave him a look of self-pity.

"Yes, it's the patient."

"So how long exactly?" Kraft is unusually obsessed with this issue.

"Let me think about it, I think about it, he didn't say it very clearly." Liston was sweating profusely, and he had the illusion that Professor Kalman was standing in front of him, "He said that he used to be able to go to the bakery seven times before the bell tower rang seven times, and now he wakes up about this time." ”

"Well, almost an hour late. Is there a similar situation in his family? ”

"He didn't say it." Liston replied, as if to say, "I didn't ask."

Fortunately, Kraft didn't continue to ask on this, and changed the subject, "Do you know where Elm Street is?" I'm not very familiar with Wenden Port. ”

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Liston didn't keep up with the jumping train of thought.

Kraft retrieved the medical record and flipped to the first page, where a black circle was drawn in the address column, picking it out of all the information.

He pushed the paper back in front of Liston, "I don't know if I thought about it until I knew the exact location, so remember where it was." ”

The tone is calm, but it always makes people feel that there is something hidden in it. It's not the annoyance of being disturbed from work, it's not the dissatisfaction with others, it's a hint of uneasiness that the listener can't understand.

Liston stared at him, Kraft's face devoid of any expression, staring at him earnestly, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"A small street, relatively close to the salt tide area, I have been there before, so I have a little impression."

"Shhh...... Salt tide area? This was the third time he'd heard the word in the past few days, and Kraft had a very bad guess, "Is there a map?" I want to see where this place is? ”

The words of the hired man a few days ago flashed through his mind, "my wife and me", "my neighbors too", "it was hard to wake up".

"Who would have such a thing?"

"Then draw a sketch for me, and I want to know how close it is to the salt tide zone." Craft pulled out a new piece of paper and handed it to Liston along with the pen.

Although no definite evidence could be found, Kraft's suspicions grew, and he felt that he might be about to overturn his judgment about the earlier case, and that things were more complicated than he thought.

The earliest judgment of the hired man named Gary was that the change in living environment had affected his and his neighbors' daily routine. In places like the salt tide region, where the environment is harsh, this explanation makes the most sense.

Another possibility is infectious disease, and Kraft has not failed to consider this factor. But because Gary and his wife did not have any discomfort at all except for prolonged sleep, fever, cough, diarrhea and other symptoms, they had no clue, and finally ruled out this possibility.

The case at Elm Street quickly alerted him to a low-level mistake he had made by not asking Gary if he knew more people had similar symptoms.

Liston wrote and drew on paper, explaining to Lucius and Kraft as he could.

"This black one, let's even if it's a salt tide area, is probably the southeastern part of the entire Wendeng port. It is impossible to draw a specific map inside. ”

He filled in the black shade of an irregular figure he had drawn, marked "Salt Tide Zone" in large letters, and drew two vertical lines on the left.

The double lines are straight, and the shadows are even and natural, reflecting the good drawing skills of an anatomy lecturer.

"Then, these two lines are Elm Street." He marked two letters at each end to distinguish the direction, "You just think it's going north-south, it's not so standard, and the length is very short." ”

"To be specific, is there a big gap between this ratio and reality?" Kraft turned behind Liston and looked at the two lines.

"It's about one-third the width of the north-south part of the salt tide area, and I don't have any idea of this particularly long distance."

A horizontal line cut off Elm Street at the lower end, "I forgot what this street is called, anyway, Elm Street ends at this location." And what house are we looking for? ”

"The third building from north to south." Lucius reminded from the side.

Kraft added: "East or West? There can't be only one side of this street, right? ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of that."

I thought it was detailed enough, but now it still seems unreliable.

"Forget it, it's not bad, it's not in the way to ask for one more house. Mark the place first. ”

At Kraft's urging, Liston pondered for a moment, and drew a cross at his estimated location, not far from the northwest corner of the salt tide zone.

The room fell silent, and Liston and Lucius looked at Kraft for him to explain why he suddenly cared so much about this.

Kraft sat down beside Liston, took a pen and paper, and added a cross to the northwestern part of the salt tide area.

"It's too close." He whispered, "It's too close, too." ”

"What is this?" Lucius looked curiously, and judging by the distance on the sketch, the distance between the two forks was less than one-third of the length of Elm Street.

Kraft drew a dotted line between the two, connecting them, "I had another hired man named Gary before, and the expression was very similar, but much more serious. ”

He was not alone, he claimed that his wife and neighbors were also waking up later and later and harder. I thought it was a small problem around his house. ”

"Plus the one you found, I suspect there's something in there." With his pen, Kraft added two more to the forks in the salt tide area, and the three forks were clustered together.

"Could it have something to do with the clarification potion?" Lucius naturally associates the gradual sleep with the effect of the dilution, which is almost like a weakened version.

"It doesn't make sense, this has never happened in other patients' feedback. Kraft, did that Gary and his wife ever work? Liston didn't want to make it clear.

Kraft shook his head, he actually subconsciously connected with the black liquor and its diluent "Clarity", but the logic didn't make sense, "No, we have a record of everyone who has used it, and I can be sure that the Gary family has not used it." ”

The onset of the disease in groups is related in time and space. The possibility of contagion was once again in front of Kraft.

The famous law of cockroaches mentions that when you first spot cockroaches, there is a high probability that there is already a colony of cockroaches in the house. Kraft strongly agrees with this theory and affirms its universality in a large number of cases.

He drew a circle with a series of dotted lines as the radius, encompassing a large area of salt tide and the surrounding ordinary urban area.

"Since we can all meet twice, it must be more than that, and I suspect that it will affect a much larger area than this circle, and may expand outward."

"Plague?!" Liston's eyes were about to pop out, "Don't scare me, two of the three of us already have direct contact with patients." ”

"It's just a guess, not necessarily the kind that you will get on contact, and the symptoms are not like that. We need further proof. ”

Kraft looked at the circle and assumed that there was such a contagion with unheard of symptoms, and took the salt tide area as the initial starting point, and gradually spread the area.

His fingers swept over the sketch, tracing the outline of the salt tide zone, which is certainly spreading much faster than outward in a more hygienic and crowded area, which is much more difficult to investigate.

In any case, he needs more cases and more detailed information so that he can circle a more accurate range and prove his conjecture.

"I'm afraid we can't sit still." Kraft stood up and observed a second of silence for his untold number of days of absenteeism, "Whether it's or not, I'll have to go around over there, do you want to be together?" ”

"Are you really?" Liston did not agree with Kraft and did not see any benefit in investigating such a thing. Guessing wrong consumes time, and guessing correctly consumes life.

"Then I'll go with me, it just so happens that there are only two beak masks." Lucius has a good sense of self-protection, inherited from Kraft's spirit of not being afraid of 10,000 and being afraid of what happens.