The next day, Liston sent Kraft and Lucius to Elm Street, where he left under the pretext of purchasing items on the list.

Before leaving, Kraft did not say goodbye to him, but took the bird's beak mask and put it on his head, and an unsettling cough sounded from under the mask, as if he had accidentally sucked a sip of the secret powder on grilled fish in Gris's tavern.

Perhaps it was the proximity to the salt tide area, where the harsh miasma had spread, and Kraft's coughing never stopped as he got close to this area, always making one wonder if there was something in the air that no one else could smell irritating his trachea.

It wasn't until Liston stepped out of the section and looked back that Kraft finally stopped coughing and waved his hand at him to show that he had nothing to worry about. Lucius helped the guy who seemed to be coughing up his lungs another day, but was firmly refused.

"Ahem...... I'm fine, I just choked. Kraft reached out to wipe his face, his hand on the lens. Instead of taking it off, he tightened the mask and pressed it more firmly against his face.

This action is clearly hiding something, and perhaps only someone as dull as Lucius would believe it. Liston didn't know what that meant, and he was far more than just a mask from the truth, so he had to figure it out himself.

Start by going to the market near the port, dividing the paper purchase entries into parts and handing them to friends and acquaintances, who know much more about these things than they do.

And Liston himself went to change out of his black robe, put on a new dress that he had not used in the academy, and pressed his hair with a hat. Halfway across the city, I found a rather secluded street from memory, and Professor Kallman's house was on this street.

Yes, he had a bold idea.

Liston had to confirm his conjecture himself. The Elixir is something that can change the course of the entire surgical history, and if it is led astray by a person with rich medical knowledge and great influence, the consequences will be immeasurable.

It can be seen that Kraft and Lucius are not the ones with malicious intentions, they are lucky, and they feel that there is still room for maneuver in the matter, and maybe there are some misunderstandings and twists and turns, so they dare not make up their minds.

It is clear to the onlooker that Liston doesn't care what kind of role Kalman plays in it, anyway, the professor must be the key part, and he needs to figure out what the logic is.

It's not for morality or other illusory ideas, it's just the unknown shrouded in fog that drives him to think and pursue, and if he can't find an answer, he can't be freed from the fear of the unknown truth.

It's like being in the darkness of the fingers, not like the sound of a human being, and it is a great torment to endure this unknown, and it is better to take the initiative to light the fire to see it clearly than to let it be fermented by the imagination into the most terrible nightmare thing to torment the mind.

By the time he came to his senses, Liston had already climbed over the backyard wall, fear overwhelming the last of his struggles.

He was a man who had experienced the plague more than a decade ago, witnessing an invisible and unstoppable force sweeping through and harvesting life, which had an indelible impact on him at a young age.

If clarity is used in this way, as Craft said, the effect is tantamount to a man-made epidemic.

"I've got to figure out how this thing came about." Liston patted the dust off his hands and muttered to himself.

The residence of the professors is not a secret in the college, it is normal for colleagues to visit each other, most of the people who have been in the college for a long time know their respective addresses, some students from good families will also visit them when they enter the school, and a large part of the economic operation of the college comes from their donations.

Thinking of this, Liston snorted coldly. After the last Kraft operation, I wanted to go and give money to the students who provided the spider threads.

That was because he didn't know that since abdominal surgery became famous, the spider silk thread, which was originally expensive and had no essential use, was blown out by the merchant family as "full of vitality", and took advantage of the limelight to make a lot of money in Wendeng Port.

Distract yourself a little and let the tension fade away. Liston looked around the deserted backyard and realized that the owner was not the kind of person who was very happy to take care of his life.

At least in a place like Wenden Harbor, where there is a lot of precipitation, even weeds in the yard are not growing well, which should be relatively rare.

Professor Kallman apparently didn't bother with the flowers and plants after buying the house, and the dusty yard was only the outline of the past, and the half-withered weeds crept among the sand and stones, making a crunchy rustle under his feet.

The owner of the mansion, who is devoted to academics, has never been married for half his life, and has never had an ambiguous rumor of the opposite sex or the same sex, so naturally there is no delicate and discerning hostess to reconcile the living space of the residence, and the professor's own life mode...... It can only be described as rough.

He didn't even remember to lock the back door, and with a slight push, Liston opened the small door of the house in the backyard and entered the room.

The house that has not been cleaned for a long time is full of dust, and the airflow created by pushing the door lifts them, flowing every inch of the space, sticking to the water film on the surface of the eyeball, burrowing into the mouth, nose and throat.

Liston closed his eyes, covered his mouth and coughed muffly, the place was even more old than he remembered the visit.

The illuminated furnishings were dim and indiscernible, and it seemed that the professor had at least remembered to close all the window pages before leaving. Liston closed the door behind him and walked into the room.

On the first floor, which occupies most of the area is the living room, where the professor receives occasional visitors.

The reason for the last time I was here has been forgotten, except that the professor had made himself barley tea at the tasteless table, and the honey in it tasted good, if only that the table was not the same as the one in the college's pharmacy.

Now, the square tables and chairs have been moved to the corners, and the entire main hall has been cleared to make room for rearrangement, while the new furniture has not yet been put in place, and it is uncomfortably empty and creates a sense of lack of support.

Liston walked up and down the dimly lit parlor, where the floor was clean and nothing had been stepped on.

The lack of light made him regret that he didn't bring the light, and he didn't want to open the window at the risk of not having to pay attention, so he had to walk to the stairs in the dark in the dim light. The bedroom and study are probably upstairs, and if there are any clues, these two places are the most likely.

As is the case with most houses, the second floor is divided into several single rooms, with three doors and a ladder leading to the attic.

Liston pushed open the nearest one, probably Kalman's bedroom, with a large bed against the wall and a desk with drawers in front of the sunny window.

The dust here is much less, replaced by a faint smell of ink.

Walking to his desk, Liston realized that he must have left footprints, and luckily he had changed his shoes before coming.

There were several thick books spread out on the table, and through the sunlight leaking through the cracks in the windows, one of the books in the middle was one of Liston's most familiar books, hand-copied "The Structure of the Human Body" and turned to a page in the large chapter "Bones".

In addition to the original content, the beautiful and accurate hand-drawn drawings are supplemented by the professor's own transcription in small print, which is the result of research when he first came to Wendeng Port in the early years.

Today, the study of bones has been perfected, and many of the details of the additions were made by Kalman, and the new Anatomy of the Human Body, which has since been made under the name of the original author, Edward, is actually quite a few different from the original edition, as was the case with the one in Kraft's hand.

These achievements were a source of pride for Professor Kallman, who believed that it was only a matter of time before the temple of anatomy was built on a solid foundation, and that future generations could use the bony landmarks identified by his generation as coordinates to roughly determine the position of the structures in the body by touch alone.

But why did the professor suddenly open the old book and look up all this knowledge that he already knew? Curious, Liston took a closer look.

Beneath the spread book was a piece of yellow paper with a corner exposed, with jagged edges caused by the tearing, which had been improvised from a booklet. Liston had only heard of certain artists treating paper in this way when they had a flash of inspiration, and had never seen Kalman be so hasty.

Carefully lifting the book, he pulled out the fragment of the page, which was no more formal than the paper itself.

The scribbled letters, accompanied by sketches drawn in uneven lines, were hastily recorded for the writer himself, who had to identify the original meaning of the letters that were missing from the pen one by one.

In the intermittent reading, Liston skipped a few strange words that were completely incomprehensible, and it was roughly clear that the text was about Professor Kallman's belief that the connection between muscles and bones was completely different from what he had previously thought.

"How else can there be such a thing?"

If this is true, then the entire anatomy may be threatened with reinvention on a scale no less than the structure that was purely conjecture a hundred years ago to the doctrine that is now based on physical objects.

The current "Anatomy of the Human Body" is confirmed by actual secret dissections. Even Liston himself has witnessed its correctness many times, and even if there are small differences in individual individuals, it is not enough to subvert the correctness of the whole.

Curious about this novel idea, he forgot what he had come from, and his eyes involuntarily continued reading.

Kalman suggested that he observed a completely new combination of human locomotion systems that were no less efficient than the original structure, and perhaps even higher, as shown in the sketch below.

If it weren't for the textual content, it would be really difficult to associate this mass of lines with skeletal muscles.

Several staggered segments of double straight lines are connected end-to-end, one of which may refer to the femur from the small folded corners of the port and the rounded head, and the femoral neck and femoral head are drawn too abstractly. If it weren't for the unique form of the long bones, Liston would never have recognized it.

The tangled lines, perhaps muscles and tendons, were arranged in never-before-seen forms, contrary to all the combinations that Liston had ever known. It's as if the creator had never seen a human body, and he whimsically combined them into bones as materials such as ropes and cloth.

Organs and tissues like cysts and nodules are mixed into the gaps and fill the vacant parts of the complex structure, and it is impossible to imagine what kind of body needs to be arranged in this way.

On the periphery, two curves dotted with bumps and burrs outline the approximate boundary, leaving a section open to indicate that it is part of an overall whole.

At first glance, even children's drawings are more regular than this, but when you think about it, you find that there is another set of logic that defies common sense in the chaos, showing the feasibility that Liston never imagined.

It was like another solution to a problem, which instantly opened up new ideas, and under the joy, he was impatient to see it in its entirety.

Flipping through the paper, the empty back poured cold water on him, and it was an improvised draft, and there was no follow-up.

Liston shoved the paper back into place.

"Could it be that the professor has been researching these things recently, and there is someone else related to the clarification elixir?"