"No, I don't think it's possible." Lucius took a step back and looked away, "The Mentor is one of the best doctors I know, and whether it's technique or morality, it's definitely not something he can do. ”

It's not a logical question. It was far more complicated for Lucius than it could be to admit one, and he would stand firmly on the opposition bench without direct evidence.

"Even if he doesn't seem right?"

"Maybe the black liquor was stolen after it was taken out, and we think it's just speculation that the black liquor caused the problem, isn't it?" Thanks to Kraft's status in his mind, it was still the current leader of the medical school that Lucius was willing to talk.

If someone dared to blatantly express suspicion of the professor's poisoning in front of Lucius, Lucius would go up and punch him twice, even if that person was carrying a sword.

"Someone stole a very small amount of liquid of unknown effect, took it to the most uncared part of the city, and poured it into the water to cause a mass poisoning incident?" Kraft crossed his arms to make himself appear less aggressive, "Which of these two do you think is more likely?" ”

Emotionally, he didn't want that either, but the professor was undoubtedly the most suspicious at the moment.

As the only three people in Wendeng Port who know about the existence of black liquor, coupled with extremely abnormal behavior, people can't wait to rush to Dunling directly to confront him face to face.

But there is an important part of this inference that is missing. If it was really the professor who did it, then why did he do it? Without solving this problem, it will never be possible to convince Lucius, nor can Kraft himself be completely convinced.

Whether it's a professor or someone else, there has to be a motive for this.

Even mentally ill people have to have a motive for doing things. Bringing black liquor to the salt tide area and finding a water source to release it is obviously a decision made after consideration, and it is not something that can be done on a whim.

Kraft had reason to suspect that the man had foreseen such an outcome, and was aware of the special effects of the gathering of contacts, which was why he did so.

In the salt tide zone, the population is relatively dense, the water source is scarce, and most importantly, it is not well managed. It can maximize the effect of positive feedback that promotes the range and number of people.

With a very small amount of black liquor, it has the effect of deteriorating the situation over a wide area. Deliberate, the sinister intentions are unimaginable.

"Now is not the time to discuss this, you can wait until you have time to think about it. We must stem this trend. ”

It doesn't help to think about the suspect now, and Kraft wants to keep this damn mass anomaly under control.

This anomaly "domain" is deteriorating the condition of the contacts in it, from getting up a little later at the earliest to now getting up after noon. Don't think about it, afternoon, evening, and even evening.

Eventually, everyone here is dragged into eternal sleep to be in the company of a roaming malevolent being. Kraft didn't know what it wanted to do, it wasn't going to be a good thing anyway.

"If it's a water source, how about changing it?" Now that the source has been found, Lucius feels that it is not difficult to solve it, "We directly told them that the water is poisonous, and they should be able to walk more every day to fetch water." ”

"Hmm...... It's a solution, although it can be really troublesome. But I don't think it's going to be that simple. Kraft closed his eyes, feeling the strange aura that permeated his surroundings. He had to say something else to Lucius about what he felt.

"Lucius, do you think it would be too reluctant to pour the black liquid that the professor took away into the well water and cause the long-term deterioration of so many people's conditions."

"So I'm not sure it's caused by black liquor, why did you suddenly start supporting the theory that black liquor is pathogenic?" Lucius did not understand Kraft's concerns, and if he regarded the black liquor as a simple poison, it would certainly be effective to stop ingesting the water mixed with the black liquor.

"I think they should be out of the area for a while, the more scattered the better, and it's better to get out of Wenden Harbour." ”

This statement was immediately criticized by Lucius. During this time, he had come to realize that in the salt tide area, due to economic constraints, any major changes were not feasible.

"They have nowhere to go, they can't get away from their jobs, and they're dying faster than they don't have anything to do."

"Alas......" Kraft lifted the bucket, sighing and adding one again this week, the socio-economic factors were really annoying, "so be it, let's take the bucket back to the academy first, find some animals to try, and come back here tomorrow morning to keep watch, and tell them that the water is a problem." ”

"Oh, I almost forgot about this." Before leaving, he took out two silver coins from his wallet and threw them into the split crack, which should be enough for the family to repair the house, "On the way back, remind me to go to Brad's house, and we will let him live in another place for a while, and the two plans will be tested together." ”

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Kraft returned to the inn exhausted, not even ordering his favorite grilled fish, and casually serving dinner with a few slices of bread. Go back to your room and light a candle.

A long day of research can be physically and mentally exhausting, especially when you think that there is more work to be done and that it may not be useful.

A man-made giant anomaly "domain" has been created in the port of Wenden, and he has not yet found the motive of the man.

The professor's suspicions were particularly unsettling. A person with a wealth of knowledge can cause far more damage than ordinary people with evil thoughts.

He couldn't continue to discuss this with Lucius, so he had to think on his own, if it was a professor, what would make him do such a crazy move?

At this stage of Kalman, there is no desire for worldly things, and the general reason for the evil of ordinary people—money and power—has no meaning to such an old professor.

He was in good financial condition and essentially managed the entire Wendengang Medical College, but he never showed a keen attitude towards either of them, and his material life was no different from that of an ordinary student.

If there is anything to care about, it is academic development. Kalman and Kraft are both people who want to promote the advancement of medical technology in this underworld social environment, and they came to Wendeng Port for this purpose, and they stayed here for half their lives.

So what did Kalman want to get out of this move? This excellent location choice, no matter how you look at it, is designed knowing the mechanism of this positive feedback "domain".

At the level of the professor, eighty percent did not want to see a group of people exhibit the known lethargy effect, so ......

[There will be new changes]

Kraft figured out that the lengthening of sleep was a quantitative change, and the professor was probably waiting for a qualitative change, and that he had plenty of time to wait for him to come back from Dunling to receive the results.

Of course, this inference is based on the premise that the initiator is indeed the professor.

Taking off his black robe and throwing himself on the bed, Kraft pressed his temples and felt his whole head hurt.

This headache frequents when overworked and irritable, from the temples to the eyes, and even the gums, half of the face is involved. The bodies of otherworldly souls, as well as their bodies in this world, have suffered from this kind of headache.

He closed his eyes, stopped thinking, and let his brain empty for a moment. According to his own diagnosis, it is estimated to be trigeminal neuralgia, this kind of minor illness is quite troublesome, the pathogenic mechanism is complex, the attacks are repeated, and he has to rest on his own to relieve himself.

Considering the high level of mental stress and busy schedules during this time, headaches are inevitable.

In the dark, I don't know how long it took, the pain gradually lessened, the spirit drifted in a rare soothing, and drowsiness hit.

Moments before falling asleep, Kraft stopped himself. It's still early, he has to do something to sleep again, at least make up the "Human Structure" lesson plan, and hand it over to Liston tomorrow to help him go to class, otherwise he will have to make up for the missed course in the end.

The feeling of double oppression at work in the future forces the eyes to open and return to the sore reality.

It felt like it was just lying down for a while, but the candle on the table had gone out and the room was plunged into darkness. There was a glimmer of moonlight on the ground, leaking through the cracks in the window, white and soft.

There was still a remnant of pain, which had shrunk from occupying half of the skull to three points, and each pulse of the blood vessels made him feel that his eyeball was being compressed, and the left wing point seemed to be someone using a small hammer to tap the bone junction from the inside out, synchronized with the swelling pain of the posterior molars.

Consciousness had become confused from the long ordeal, and the furnishings could not be seen clearly in the dimly lit room.

Kraft sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the flat black square out of his pocket, pressed the side bump, and the light suddenly lit up, and his eyes were pierced so that he could only open a line.

He turned the glowing surface around, barely illuminating the distance two paces away, and standing up could only illuminate a small part of his feet, which didn't help.

The brain is groggy and seems to have not woken up from rest. Kraft groped his way through the darkness for a few steps, his eyes not yet finished transitioning from light to dark, and the outlines of objects were blurred.

He lost his patience and walked towards the window with his hands in his hand, wanting to open the window directly to let the moonlight in.

Following his usual feeling, he pressed his hand on the wooden frame, looking for the wooden bolt that held the window, but he didn't touch it three times in a row.

The hard touch in his other hand reminded him that there was something to illuminate. Press the bump on the flat square item again, and a white light lights up in front of you.

Kraft stared at the square, white light source and felt that it shouldn't be that simple. He earnestly stretched out his finger and slid over it, waiting for feedback, even forgetting that he was going to open the window.

The white light source is unresponsive.

The irritability was increasing, the instinct told him that something should be wrong, that the object in his hand had to give information, information that his life could not be missing.

The otherworldly part of his soul fell into an inexplicable mania, and the native part began to mobilize rational thinking, and he felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

It's like watching the sunrise in front of the window, there is a stubborn black spot in the field of vision, similar to the mosquitoes and flies in a painting, moving on it as if clinging to a flat surface. Once you notice it, you will realize that the scenery in front of you is really just a flat surface.

[A realistic picture]

More attention was shifted to the flat square in his hand that emitted white light, plausible, but without more functional details, forming a sense of disobedience.

Kraft was horrified.