"I don't know, I thought it was a good Samaritan who was going to share his fruit?" Kraft picked up his plate and handed the blue-and-purple berries to Martin.

For people with average color vision, it is really difficult to distinguish between the two, which is equivalent to mixing a batch of oranges from a pile of oranges. There is a difference in shape and color, but the difference is not much, and it is easy to dangle under your nose.

Judging by this gloomy expression, the dark purple berries sandwiched in could never be blueberries or some edible relative variant of blueberries.

"We call it the Devil's Cherry." Martin picked a few out of the pile and placed them on the table, crushing them from the bottom of the plate, revealing their completely different interiors from blueberries. The dark purple juice dipped into the rough wood table, and there was no strange smell of some non-edible fruits.

If you are accustomed to grabbing a few or even a small handful of them to eat, it will be impossible to distinguish in time that one of the chewed ones in your mouth is an alien that has been secretly mixed in.

"I thought you doctors would be more familiar with these things." Clavage was more familiar with Martin's movements than berries, and the so-called "messenger" unobtrusively leaned on the hilt of his sword and obsessively observed his surroundings, like a natural relaxation in daily small talk.

As a colleague, Kraft read the meaning of his actions: there was danger, but he wasn't sure where it was, so he pretended not to notice it.

"I'm not familiar with those herb workers. Sounds like you know what it is? ”

Kraft withdrew his gaze, seeing the same hesitation in Martin's eyes.

There were only seven sailors on duty, and groups of three or four were chatting merrily, and from time to time they could hear some explicit jokes about the lower half of the body that were not suitable for a child of Yvonne's age, causing a burst of laughter.

This is not a ship of unknown origin, the captain has a good reputation in the industry circle, and can be regarded as a "friend of friends" who met through William. There is no possibility of being a merchant ship or occasionally making a cameo appearance in the illegal property transfer industry on the water.

"Can't be more cooked. It's simple, but the most annoying thing is being boiled into tea, which makes people feel thirsty, and before they wake up, they drink more, and soon they don't have to drink water anymore. Martin whispered something that sounded like a conspiracy event, and he didn't hide the disgust in his tone.

"Convulsions, dilated pupils, loss of concentration, and then fainting, like the devil draining the soul. We found this thing in the back kitchen, and it was stewed with sugar and other condiments, which combined with the slightly bitter taste of the tea itself, and who knows what's going on? ”

Hearing "dilated pupils" and "thirsty", Kraft finally realized what it was.

【Belladonna】

In a classic and timeless case of poisoning, the patient will report "eating a few black wild fruits". Because pharmacology is similar to atropine, it will be specifically mentioned as a potent anticholinergic substance, inhibiting pupillary annular muscle contraction and salivary gland secretion, resulting in a series of symptoms.

The lethal amount was small, and the extra belladonna fruit in this plate was enough to send everyone on deck away.

Crazy to this point, it is no longer something that ordinary people can do. Kraft really can't think of someone who wants to kill him as a doctor, it can't be a doctor-patient dispute, right?

During this time, there were no moths who could not get off the stage due to surgery, coupled with the general traditional concept of "if you go out, you will not be in the care of the doctor", and Kraft had to popularize the postoperative precautions in person.

Either that, someone related to black liquor came to the door. It doesn't feel likely, and it's only now that I'm going to get the poisonous berries out of my mouth, and the reflex arc is too long. But other than that, he has never had any conflicts with others, nor does he have any conflicts of interest.

"Do you have any clue?" Since it's not himself, it can only be Martin's side, and it seems that he has dealt with this kind of thing more than once.

"Not yet." Martin swept away the "devil cherries", picked out a handful of normal blueberries, and walked towards the sailors who were chatting in the distance, "Guys, would you like some blueberries?" ”

After a long conversation in the sun, and the sailors gladly took the berries from him, which had just been mixed with the lethal poison.

No one except Kraft noticed that Martin had been watching everyone's reactions from the moment they turned around, his fingers held up to block out the light, so that people could only see that he was holding a granular berry, the color of which could not be distinguished.

Without hesitation, the blueberries were stuffed straight into his mouth, Martin frowned slightly, no one showed even the slightest hesitation in the process of taking them to the mouth, and there was no sign of picking.

Not surprisingly, it was unrealistic to hide a handful of berries in a sailor's shirt and leave the topic to add ingredients to the fruit bowl in front of everyone.

"Guys, has anyone else been on deck?" Kraft asked.

"I don't know."

"I think there is, but I haven't noticed it."

The sailors shook their heads one after another and said that they hadn't noticed, their attention was all absorbed by the content of the chat, this is not the sea, and if they accidentally fall into the water, they will have time to jump in and save it, who cares about this?

The two men gave up on getting information from the sailor and returned to the deck with the fruit tray, where Kraft stopped Martin from throwing the fruit into the water.

"Keep it, I might be able to use it."

Natural atropine, with some hyoscyamine, is one of the few available drugs that can be found now, and the reduction can be used in many places, and the 6542 in the 6542 joke in the famous hospital is the same antispasmodic drug, but it is not easy to control the dosage in herbal medicine.

Martin glanced at him with a "It's not a good thing" look and acquiesced to his actions.

The doctor didn't plan to explain much, so he explained for free where the acetylcholine M receptor is and how it works with competition inhibition, "It would be a good idea to visit other passengers, don't you think?" ”

"Of course."

There were not many passengers on the ship, and it occupied several separate cabins. The captain offers an option that is expensive but has more privacy.

After disrupting a back-to-back session, rejecting two backgammon duels and an invitation to lunch, the two arrived in front of a cabin that was still locked in broad daylight.

The owner of this cabin can only remember being a city resident who boarded the ship before the two docks, and it can be seen from the books he brought with him when he got on the ship that he was financially well off and educated.

"Hello? Sorry to bother, but the boat is so boring, can you borrow a book? I'll pay. With a random excuse, Kraft slammed on the door, not holding out much hope.

It seems that the occupants have not yet woken up and are wasting their afternoons in their sleep. A moment later, the creaking sound of a slight wooden shaft turning echoed through the room.

Somewhere away from the door panels, Kraft didn't remember how big the captain had been enough to equip the cabin with cabinets.

An arm stretched out to push him away from the doorway, and Martin covered his mouth in a silent gesture and took two steps back to make room for space.

【Porthole】

"It's a pity, I'll come back next time......" Kraft stepped back and drew his sword as Martin slammed his eyes off and slammed against the door.

Objects are swept down in a panic, and heavy objects are pressed on the table in front of the porthole to ensure lighting.

The shoulder slammed against the door panel, and the seemingly unguarded hatch shook precariously to block the impact.

"He changed the deadbolt!" Martin stepped back again, and rushed out harder, despite the pain, and looked at the stance, saying that it was his father-killing enemy, Kraft, who believed it.

The deadbolt bayonet was torn off from the nail, and he made up for it, kicking the door and rushing into the cabin.

There was a splash of water outside the porthole, and a few of the clothes that had been taken off were thrown around, and the owner of the house had already fled, showing good water quality, and swam towards the distant shore.

And the neat and decent clothes of the two people present made them unable to go down to compete with the target for a while. Kraft, who had never experienced a murder chase on the water, looked confused, and the low temperatures in the Northland were never suitable for exercising in the water.

"Can you swim?"

"No!" Martin lifted his robe indignantly, and Kraft was about to persuade him to take off his clothes now and not catch up, when a small, well-hidden piece of machinery was revealed.

Small crossbows.

Powerful and dexterous hands complete the process of removing, winding, and aiming in two breaths. The machine bounced off, and small crossbow arrows with barbed arrows were fired, wound and fired at the murderous man who thought he had escaped in the water.

Even if the accuracy and strength are greatly affected after miniaturization, it is more than enough to deal with an armorless target that has just swam more than ten meters.

After missing a shot, the archer adjusted his breathing and plunged the remaining two bolts into the figure in the white splash, and Kraft's good eyesight could see that the man's posture was unbalanced, and a wisp of red dissolved into the fading waves.

"Someone overboard! Three silver coins, catch him up! Martin leaned out of the porthole, shouted at the sailors on deck, wound up again to aim.

(End of chapter)