By the time Kraft came out of the house with a few books, the box had been changed to Lucius. Liston was leaning on the wall with one hand, looking tired, but still staring at this side.

"That's true." Kraft put the book in the box and echoed his thoughts, "I read what you said, the professor is doing some strange things, and there is unusual research. ”

Towards Liston, in fact, he also explained Lucius. Kraft pondered for a moment, then continued with a more neutral assessment:

"You know, people have a little bit of a mess of their brains, like when someone who is terminally ill suddenly sees a little hope of survival, and they are willing to give it a try, no matter how ridiculous."

"And for many smart people, there are things more important than life and pleasure, and they take these goals too seriously, and they can use all means, at any cost, whether it is themselves or others."

There was a long silence, which everyone may have expected, but when this moment really comes, it will always take a little time to accept the fact that that person is the source of everything.

Liston took the initiative to change the subject, cutting to the matter itself, "So what the hell is this, some kind of evil spirit?" ”

"The good news is that it's not an evil spirit."

In the concept of the church, all supernatural powers, except for the stories of God-given powers in the holy scriptures, are the means of demons and demons to deceive people into committing sinful deeds. The professor's behavior inexplicably fits this statement.

"The bad news is that it's probably a lot worse than the demon, and I can't figure out the logic. I just know that Professor Kalman wants to get something subversive in this way. ”

"Even if it costs so many people?" Lucius shuddered, closed the lid on the box, and sealed the books inside.

He is the longest of the three people who have been with the professor the most, and he also thinks that he has a deep understanding of him, from the research direction to the small tea like to add a few spoonfuls of honey.

The strong sense of contrast caused a huge split in the image in the mind, and after the professor before leaving, after coming into contact with this object, he underwent a metamorphosis, and a completely unknown person was born in the original shell, and he was unaware of it for a few days together.

Even in front of him, he didn't want to open the books to find out what temptation had changed the professor. For now, at least, Lucius feels that some principles should take precedence over all else.

Looking away, Lucius handed the box to Kraft, "See you tomorrow, I think I need to go back and be quiet." ”

The black-robed figure faded away in the blood-red evening light, his steps brisk and powerful, just as Kraft had seen him when he first met him in St. Simon's Square.

Only two people remained, Kraft and Liston, who had just recovered from the mental shock and exclaimed, "Lucius may not know what he missed, do you think he will regret it later?" When I got older, I found that I couldn't make progress. ”

Lucius was talking, but instead of looking at the departing back, he stared at Kraft, paying attention to his reaction, not so much self-doubting and questioning Kraft.

"I don't know, I'm still young, and I have a lot of days to think about this." Kraft has never been good at reading people, let alone seeing old age since he was a teenager, and he couldn't answer this question, so he simply answered the question with a question, "Why did you come to medical school before?" ”

"Uh...... It's hard to say, maybe it's my father's influence, right? Liston didn't expect Kraft to talk to him about this.

"I'm not afraid to joke about you, he's the kind of 'outside' doctor, you know what I mean, right? After a lifetime of dealing with sailors and hired laborers, one day I realized that the future of the barbershop was limited, and I was too old, so I spent most of my savings to send me in. ”

"Barbershop?" This is the first time Kraft has heard Liston talk about his past, and this path is really a bit wild.

Instead of being embarrassed, Liston laughed to himself, he rarely talked about his family in the academy, and someone could say that it made him feel better.

"Yes, the surgery before the advent of "Human Structure" was like this, or there is no so-called 'surgery' at all, which is just legal homicide with a knife and a soldering iron to amputate people. It's hard to say whether to let it go and die faster, or amputate and die faster. ”

"He felt that this was not promising, and asked me to go to the academy, at least to do better than him. To be honest, after more than ten years of study and attempts, I don't think I have surpassed him too much. ”

Speaking of this, Liston did not shy away from his dissatisfaction with the status quo, shaking his head, "The wound is rotting, suppurating, or truncated too short, and the mortality rate of the second amputation caused by the deterioration of the condition is not to be counted." There is also the problem of operation time that can only be solved by clarity, which greatly limits everyone's play, and now there is no solution. ”

He described in a calm tone the obstacles that he could not pass, the bloody wounds, the necrotic lesions, which he had seen enough at a young age. If nothing else, it will be interesting for a few more years.

The patient held a talisman with a ring of wings in his hand, sprinkled holy water on the wound, and some of the savings would ask the clergy to recite a few words. From the rejection at the beginning, he now doesn't care, and sometimes feels like a chapel in the clinic.

The words of the year are still in my ears, and we must do better. But the more I learned, the more I realized how difficult it was to go further. The limitations of treatment methods and the rejection of social ethics made him feel that there was no hope.

"Has there really been a qualitative improvement over the years? I don't think so, even if Edward comes back to life, there is no way to solve it. Turn the last page and see that this book was also written by him. ”

"Huh?"

"I want to go one step further...... They're all on this path. Liston was filled with emotion, "To be honest, I can understand them." I can't lie to myself that if I were given a chance one day, I would definitely refuse like Lucius. ”

Kraft listened quietly to his narrative, without making a moral judgment, "It sounds logical to go one step further and then use it to save more people?" ”

"Yes."

"Why save more people?" Kraft continued to ask.

Liston was suddenly stuck, the question was too unreasonable, it didn't seem right to talk about morality, and it was even more impossible to talk about common sense.

"The essence of the problem is that you think of yourself as a higher being, who can distinguish the value of life by quantity. But for a thing that is higher than society and beyond ethics, how can human life have any special significance? ”

He patted the box, and the heavy books locked in it made a dull sound, "And I am full of hope for the future, and I believe that if I don't take this path, I will be able to do it sooner or later." Even if it takes a long time, long enough for the sand to smooth out the names and epitaphs on our tombstones. ”

Kraft has seen firsthand how medicine advances at an incredible rate. High-tech is faster than electronic products, and various fields are changing with each passing day, and a clear road is in front of us. He was neither confused nor afraid, knowing that his every bit of work was catalyzing that day.

The world lacks a corresponding foundation, and it makes no sense to touch it too early, and it will only evolve into a small-scale miracle that knows it but does not know why.

The near-blind confidence was so abundant that Liston was a little envious, and he couldn't help but be diverted from the topic, diluting doubts about himself and the future.

"So sure?"

"If it doesn't happen, you can come to heaven or hell at that time, if there is one, and point at my nose and scold me for not letting anyone trade human life for knowledge." Kraft jokingly said, "Of course, I won't be wrong then." ”

He put the box on his shoulder, paid Liston the money for the purchase, and said goodbye and left. Then he stopped a carriage at the corner of the street that happened to pass by, negotiated the last business of the day, and rode it back to his new residence on Yumu Street.

After he had gone, the hired men carried their things to the upper floor, including the wooden boat, which was too small for one person to sit on, and rested beside the bed in the attic.

From the first floor, bolt the door and every window, and hang a bell.

Large traps were broken and placed in front of the doorway and window, and finger-thick chains were hammered into the walls and floors with long iron nails, arranged according to the standards of a bear catcher.

Generally, animals weighing four or five times the weight of an adult step on them and keep them back. Misfitted iron teeth can penetrate directly into the bones, tearing blood vessels, but anyone with a nervous system will die in pain and blood loss. Judging by that guy's penchant for human organization, eighty percent of them are.

After arranging the doors and windows, Kraft still felt uneasy and randomly arranged the remaining clips in the aisles and stairs.

The backup means are several fishing spears, which are fishing equipment with ropes attached to the back in the shape of ordinary short spears, except that they are not considered to be pulled out normally, and the intimidating barbs can be used by the sailor to spear the shark.

Kraft tried one on the plank wall, never being able to pull it off. The rest was tied to the pillars of each room, otherwise it was not certain who would pull whom. The last one who was pulled off the boat and drowned by a big fish was still being ridiculed in the tavern.

Boxes of fish oil cans were taken out and lined up neatly around the bed. A few flints, a fire sickle, braziers and torches, and cloth soaked in oil were used as firestarters.

Once it's fixed, it's time for fish oil to come into play, and fragile becomes an advantage for inferior clay pots. Throw, shatter, and ignite.

Again, I've never seen a human tissue that can withstand this, even if the bones contain quite organic components, and if you're lucky enough to be able to leave relics in such a violent burn - if it can have it.

The most expensive were a few chains that barricaded between the doors and hallways, making them unfit for larger creatures to pass through. The same bell hangs over it, and it can no longer pass silently through any of the internal gates.

When he can't do it, he can still rely on these arrangements to delay for a while, to meet the broken celestial body, and send himself back.

Walking around the candlestick, Kraft wrote down his arrangements one by one, engraved them into his mind, and lay down contentedly at the bottom of the large bed in the attic, holding his sword and closing his eyes. On the bed, there was a humanoid quilt wrapped in a large number of iron nails and pieces of wood.

It can no longer be allowed to roam around and make waves, and it must strike hard at this insinuating insidious thing, so that it can see the malice of human beings.