"Glow?" Kraft drew his attention and glanced over to the place where the voice came from, and saw that Martin had picked up the pendant embedded with an unknown mineral, and walked to the shadowy place and surrounded it with his palms, covering the light.

"That's right, it's its own light, so you can see it clearly." The knight held the pendant up to his eyes with the candle on his back, confirmed his findings, and then handed it to Kraft to see.

Kraft, who was holding a knife and tweezers, subconsciously shuddered, and as soon as his hand was released, the open cortex fell back into place, "Don't! Stay away from me and put that thing back! ”

Although he didn't know what it was, his instinct made him think it was best not to rush into some glowing thing with unknown principles. And this thing has just been taken out of the pocket of a suspicious person with mycelium under the skin, and I don't know if it has anything on it.

"I suggest you clean your gloves and rub them with lime powder, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen."

Wasting a needle gripper, he lifted the thing's tether and lifted it into the darkness of the room, but fortunately he didn't feel the rumored symptoms of itching, nausea, or anything like that, and he didn't notice any light immediately.

"Why? Is there any danger to this? Martin was terrified for a moment of the doctor's overreaction, knowing that the inlay was right in front of the tip of his nose, and if something really happened, it would be too late now.

"In my personal experience, a large part of the ore that emits its own light is often linked to some incurable disease."

Kraft terrorized Martin as he pulled away and observed the ornament a few steps away.

Under the bright candle fire just now, it is just a bad condition, reddish ore in the black, the transparency is difficult to classify as a gemstone, and the bracket is made of ordinary brass, without special ornamentation, it is really difficult to associate with any important items.

But when the light is dim, the kind of light Martin describes becomes more perceptible.

It wasn't as you might have imagined, and the whole stone fluoresces, like fluorite. Rather, it is a light from within, a dull red, more like a light source at the bottom of a deep pool that penetrates the turbid water layer into the air, or a child's red eyes, staring motionlessly at the observer.

In the dark silence, Martin couldn't help but ask, "So this is what you call 'not a small part'?" ”

"Not sure, I wouldn't have had a chance to stand here if I saw it with my own eyes." Kraft shook his head, he had a little suspicion that there was radiation or something like this, but on second thought, the heretics must have had a long history of contact, and it shouldn't have been an accident if it was only for a short time.

"Find two lead boxes, thicker ones, let's seal them."

While there is no solution to radiation sickness, the way to deal with something that is suspected to be a source of radiation is simple. As a widely distributed, easily extractable and low melting point metal, lead is soft and easy to shape, and it is easy to find a lead container to lock it up.

Of course, just in case, it can be seen from the pagans' long-term relationship with it that this thing is not a strong source of radiation, and it is difficult to judge what it is, maybe it is really a special fluorite. They quickly found a lead bottle with a lid to use it for temporary use, and threw the pendant into it, ending the episode in the dissection.

"That's it for now, Martin, go and rub your gloves clean in the lime basin over there, and don't touch anything until I'm done, okay?" Kraft picked up the knife and tweezers again and returned to the coffin to continue his unfinished business.

A Y-shaped incision was made to access the inside of the body, and he quickly understood the cause of the sagging skin. When the dry epidermis is compressed, it looks like pitted edema, leaving a pit that does not recover, and the inside is almost entirely a loose cotton ball-like mycelium, inheriting the organic matter and moisture of the original tissue.

The costal cartilage, which connects the sternum to the ribs, has also been eroded, causing the overall structure to enter an unstable state, which reduces the hassle of Kraft to disassemble the ribcage.

It is relatively easy to cut through the already brittle costal cartilage, break the bone connection, and pry up a slit in the rib cage. He tried to reach out, but then retracted and replaced the pliers, and probed into his ribcage along the right edge of the sternum, his face puzzled. Then he stretched the pliers out and spun around a few times, and it didn't seem to hit any obstacles at all.

"Something strange...... Are you going to avoid it? Craft asked suddenly, without warning. Martin shook his head inexplicably, since he had seen it before, there should be no need to avoid it at this time.

He saw Kraft open half of his chest like a window, half of the barrel dome opened, and ribs lined up like church beams. The light shone into the right breast, which was supposed to be filled by the lungs, and it was empty, except for a piece of atrophy attached to the back wall, which grew various growths like bubbles in a pulp lake or cauliflower or small coral-like bulges.

In the intercostal space and deep tissue of the inner chest wall, the luxuriant hyphae feed the shingle-like layers, which grow parallel to the ribs like some kind of soft scales, and the strands that extend horizontally resemble the dense pairs of scaly crest worms.

At first glance, it looks like a demon's treasure box has been opened, and creatures of various forms compete to reveal their bodies. Martin's two steps back to avoid visual impact prevented him from seeing the objects as they were, and he could only see the outlines of the clumps of hugging, as if moving with the rough opening of his chest.

The body reacted before the chaotic brain, he felt his stomach contract, the burning sensation regurgitated down his esophagus, he unconsciously bowed, and the sour taste flooded his mouth.

Martin was accustomed to seeing how enemies and his own side died under different weapon injuries, but witnessing such a situation shattered his perception of the maximum number of terrible encounters a person can encounter in the world, and it was literally a corner of hell for him, and he was baptized with a spirit that cruelty and viciousness were not enough to describe.

"Ugh!" He grabbed himself by the neck, and the lime powder from wiping his gloves drifted into his nostrils, causing him to sneeze twice in a row, and couldn't help but vomit, and a distant sound of concern drifted in his ears.

"Are you alright, Martin? That's it...... Mushroom, don't be nervous. Kraft tried to give him a hand, but the hand that had just touched his ribcage was not suitable for anything else.

Sure enough, outsiders shouldn't have been allowed in, but I didn't expect such a scene to be too exciting for someone like Martin. To be honest, it was the first time he had seen such a scene, and he could at least rank in the top five of the nausea lesions he had seen, and he was a strong contender for the second and third place.

The knight lay beside him in humiliation for two minutes before his brain was back in action and understood what Kraft was saying, "Mushroom? ”

"It's true that although they also belong to what I call 'fungi', it's really surprising that they can appear in the body like this." Intrigued by the thoracic wonder, the dissecter extended an invitation to Martin, "Do you want to come and see?" ”

"Nope." Martin leaned against the edge of the table, turned his head to look at the coffin and quickly looked away, "Uh, I mean wait, let me slow down." ”

He forced himself to wipe the acid from the corner of his mouth, calmed his breath, and stood back on the stage, observing the rare spectacle with a professor whose impression had changed subversively, reluctantly admitting that it might or might indeed be the same as the usual food on his plate.

"It's incredible, Martin." Kraft picked up one of the pieces, and the typical solitary texture caused Martin's stomach to contracture.

"I don't think it's an accident that you saw the 'Mushroom Forest', this heresy must have something to do with it, I don't understand the specific principle yet, but this may help find where they are."

"Thank you, Professor." The thank you was a bit reluctant, and Martin waved his hand to signal him to say no more, "If that's the case, I probably know what you're talking about." ”

"Aha?"

"Hudsontown, the Duke has a manor over there, rich in all kinds of mushrooms, especially the white-bellied orphan with the best taste." Speaking of taste, the reflux and nausea made him stuck for a while, and he almost wanted to slap himself.

"It's not easy to keep white-bellied solitude, so I almost always pass over there every time I make a round."

"Very well, now tell the Duke what we've found, and let's go shopping with the men." Kraft closes his ribcage, ready to end the probe for the time being. Remembering that there was another found vial on the side, he changed his gloves and uncorked the bottle to check the contents.

A small amount of liquid, I don't know if it's due to lack of light or something else, the bottom of the bottle is pitch black.

"Professor?" Martin noticed that Kraft's expression was becoming more and more solemn, and he had never seen Kraft look so serious when he opened his chest.

"Martin."

"What's wrong? Is there anything else you need? ”

"Bring more people, be bold enough." Kraft pressed the cork back on, picked up a candlestick, and melted the oil dripping onto the tightly sealed mouth, "And the oil." ”