"What?" Martin heard Kraft's exclamation, saying something he had never heard before, but he wasn't surprised that it was normal for a medical school professor to come up with something that no one else knew.

He was more concerned than with a word he didn't know what it meant, what it would find, and what it would explain the strange situation.

"I mean, a less common infection." Kraft looked left and right, but couldn't find the yellow trash can, so he had to dispose of the tongue depressor in the coffin.

Literally, fungal infections are indeed uncommon, and even if many people have the habit of sniffing the sleeve-shaped flexible protective fabric between their feet and shoes, it is still extremely rare news that they are infected with fungal pneumonia, right? As a creature that has little to do with humans most of the time, fungal infections are not as common as other pathogens.

Most of the mentions are followed by other underlying medical conditions, suggesting impaired immunity. For example, Candida albicans in the mouth of AIDS patients, as well as Aspergillus, which is a complication of tuberculosis, can take advantage of the situation when the situation is not good.

This made him feel even more unreasonable, if the Duke was suffering from Aspergillus infection, it would be understandable, but so many heretics could all be infected with the human immunodeficiency virus?

Not necessarily, hard to say]

Kraft quickly pulled his train of thought back, what could be such an outrageous thing. But Candida infections shouldn't grow like this, compared to normal, it's just the difference between virgin forests and artificial turf.

And even if this inexplicable inspiration is correct, the fungus is also a large category, and the difference between the fungus that infects the human body and the mushroom is perhaps bigger than that of a human and a pig, so why put them side by side?

Just because they are all so ...... "luxuriant"?

Yes, Kraft felt that he had grasped a point, and that the problem was not the fungus, or not just the frequency of the fungus's recent experience, but the strange exuberance of the fungus, which grew in an irrepressible state.

"Close the lid and bring it in, starting with this robed one."

Despite their reluctance, the soldiers moved at the command, resetting the lid, carrying them inside, and then quickly leaving the place as if a ghost was blowing on the back of their necks.

Martin handed the tools he had been brought to Kraft, closing the door. Together, the two lifted the corpse of what appeared to be the pagan leader onto the low table, along with the coffin, and lit a circle of candlesticks around it, lights that illuminated the makeshift dissecting table and made the scene even more indescribable.

Perhaps they are now more like some vicious heretics than the lying one, who will perform bloody and dark rituals.

Kraft took out the instruments and stacked them neatly aside, put on a special burqa, and checked the integrity of the gloves one last time, "I need to make sure, is this behavior a private favor, or is it not limited to our will?" ”

"Our investigation is permitted, and even if anyone has an opinion, they have to make concessions before the event threatens the whole of Westmin's stability." Martin didn't mean to leave, standing by the coffin and looking at the corpse, his facial muscles tense, forcing himself to confront the source of his fear in order to desensitize.

Kraft noticed, though couldn't quite sympathize. In his opinion, Martin is not a person who has never had blood on his hands, he should not be so sensitive to death, and when he is numb to life and death, there is nothing too terrible.

"You only need one person for the next job, and if you don't think it's boring, you can go to other things first." Given a bit of habitual care, Kraft could still give him a tactful suggestion not to torture himself, "To be honest, to the layman, it's just a boring lake, and even if you read it, you need to paraphrase it." ”

"If you don't get in the way, please let me sit by, and help me if I need to." A rejection against his heart, Martin insisted on staying.

"Then I'll get started." Kraft picked up the knife and slashed it through the neckline, ready to cut through the tangled garment. Anyway, he didn't want to dissect it comprehensively, but just briefly probed, and he couldn't make a very standard mistake.

Lifting the cloth with tweezers, the sharp blade slashed through the chest, cutting the torus in half, and the robe slipped off the sides, revealing a rough chest, and the dense undulations of millet grains were scattered under the skin, as if there was something to separate the loose skin from the subcutaneous tissue, and in the process of carrying the strange skin lines were folded, so that the round tattoo in the middle of the chest became a crooked irregular pattern.

The fingers protected by the glove pressed against a piece of skin, trying to move from side to side, and the range of motion was so great that you could feel the sensation of rubbing against two layers of rubber. This reminded Kraft of the first time he touched the skin of a patient with subcutaneous emphysema, showing a "twisting feeling", but more sluggish.

Unlike the texture of the skin and flesh itself, it is a kind of fine fiber mesh sandwich that sticks them together, and the texture is loose and even fluffy.

"It seems to be fluffy underneath, and it's not empty, I'm not sure." Kraft lifted his finger and pressed it again, this time confirming that the change was widespread throughout his torso.

He swept away the clothes that had been cut in half, and the hems of the clothes on both sides slipped down the loose body of the deceased and fell to the bottom of the coffin, making the sound of small hard objects colliding, "Wait, you didn't search your body?" ”

"......No," Martin shook his head, "I thought I would bring it back and talk about it, so I wasn't in a hurry to move." ”

I'm afraid no one wants to search for such a weird guy, right? It sounded like something was in the robe, and Kraft followed the sound and quickly found two hidden pockets that he didn't know how to open.

Not wanting to be distracted at this point, he simply cut open the bag, pulled out a metal vial that was everywhere and an unknown rope inlay from it, and placed them on the countertop next to him to study them after the dissection was complete.

Martin curiously walked around the coffin, examining the two pagan belongings. He thought it would be some kind of symbol of a fanatical believer, but he didn't find any ring-related design elements on the ornament that should have been a logo, and only a translucent gem-like mineral was fixed in a metal frame, and it was not even polished, and it was directly strung together to make a pendant.

If he is said to be a pagan leader, his life is simple enough, and he can't find any money in his body, which is very inconsistent with the image that he was accumulating money when he first discovered this pagan religion.

On the other side, Kraft had carefully cut a small shallow triangular opening, pinching the edge with tweezers and slowly unraveling it. It's easy to be unexpected, and it doesn't have to be like the need to carefully grasp the depth and carefully separate the ductile epidermis from the subcutaneous soft tissue with a sharp edge in an anatomy class, but he just lifted the floating wrinkled skin with a slight force on his wrist.

To use an inappropriate analogy, he felt that he was tearing off an alternative piece of orange peel, and with a slight hissing sound of separation, the skin was lifted at a uniform speed, and the white three-dimensional silk mesh was severed underneath, which was the loose tissue he had just felt, and fine dots could be seen between the grids on the suspected tissue remnants that had not fully decomposed.

A surprising, terrifyingly exuberant vitality lurks beneath the dead skin, a lush hyphae that no one has ever seen or imagined, like a miniature scavenging city built by hollowing out mountains.

Before Kraft could recover from the horror of this corner, the sound of objects turning around the table was heard.

"Professor Kraft, look at this, it looks like it's shining?"