"Professor Craft, you've got to try this." Martin knocked on the wooden door of the cubicle with two large glasses, and a certain bubbling sweetness and the sound of music outside broke into the space, and was cut off by the door panel again.

Putting things on the table where the paper had not encroached upon, he picked up a glass and took a sip, "I heard that the boss has earned enough money from this to make a fortune on a manor." ”

"What is this?"

Kraft removed the dripping dangerous glass, away from the full table of papers, and put it under his nose to sniff.

It was a light alcohol with a natural sweetness, a base derived from beer, with the addition of cool leaf crumbs, a thick sweetening seasoning, and sparse small bubbles that occasionally precipitated from the pale golden liquid and added a thick white foam.

A layer of water mist condenses on the walls of the cup, and that's where the droplets come from.

"Wine? Ice? "It doesn't look cheap, it's summer.

"Honey beer, the only one near Rivers. I hope it's to your liking, but I haven't met anyone who doesn't like it. Martin blew away the foam and mint crumble, took another sip of the liquor, and made a "please" gesture.

Drinks brought back from off-campus sales on a hot day? It's really nostalgic, and even the sweet smell with plenty of bubbles is very similar.

"Thank you so much, but it's not appropriate to drink until you have something to do."

"Taste a little, this wine is very light and refreshing."

"It's done, it's just a bite." Kraft picked up his glass, few people could say no to sparkling sweet drinks, and he was a long-time enthusiast.

The entrance is different from what I imagined, the sweetness is not very strong, but more refreshing and bubbly, as if suddenly plucked out of the stuffy small room, back to the widest water of the Term, the cool breeze after the rain, and the best memory of Westminster is this.

He couldn't help but take another sip, "It's really good, it tastes like it's worth a manor." ”

"It's a terrible place, it's hot, it's noisy. If it weren't for the invitation, I would have thought it would have been a banquet. ”

"Formal occasions always need some atmosphere, they can't always be deserted, right?" Martin glanced at the paper on the table, "Is this your speech?" ”

"No, of course not, it's Petri, and it's not a speech."

"Petrie? Why is his stuff with you? ”

"What do you mean by me? This is the Medical Society for Tuberculosis and Rare Diseases at Rivers University, which calls for documents in the name of the needs of the gathering, to preserve the academic reputation of the deceased participants, and to posthumously honor them. ”

"What?"

"As the president of the society, I am looking at these manuscripts to organize valuable information." Still uneasy after reading the contents of the paper, Kraft held the paper up to the sunlight and looked at the translucent paper, trying to find some unconventional means of recording it inside.

"Ah...... Yes? Martin was in awe, but also thought of some other questions, "Who other members should you look at?" After all, Lecturer Petri's death is related to paganism, will there be content that is not suitable for leakage? ”

"No, I'm the only one."

"What about this society?"

"Anyway, it's a serious society with a strong license." Kraft didn't explain much, put down the page in disappointment, pulled out another one, and took a cup to moisten his throat, talking a little too much in this weather.

"Besides, I didn't find the kind of 'content that is not suitable for other people to see' on the surface, and this is the third time, so I took it here to watch."

"Straightforward surgical records, operating experience, and our anatomy...... Oh no, the human anatomy instructor is about the same level. ”

"It's basically all existing operations, and there are no major innovations and process improvements. It may be that there are not enough cases handled, and even the operation time is delayed for a longer time, and there is no follow-up. ”

"The lack of specificity, the small sample size, not like what was said at a party. This either means that he is a lazy person like me who doesn't write until the last minute. ”

Martin didn't know much about the technical content, but one thing he understood: Kraft didn't find the evidence he was looking for.

"Either someone took the part that was going to be found."

"That's right, I asked the caretaker." Kraft chewed on the crumbs in his mouth, swallowed them, and continued, "Brimmer has been there, too, and I don't know if he took anything in the name of the academic gathering. ”

"I have to admit that sometimes this identity is too easy to use, and the only regret is that I am not the first to use it."

But Bremmer's move itself says a lot. Whether or not he took anything with him, at least it means that at that time, he felt that Petrie had been exposed to something. That's why I'm still willing to spend time in these waste papers. ”

"Did you find anything?"

"Absolutely." Kraft glanced at the doorway to make sure it was really closed, and even if anyone tried to eavesdrop on it, all they could hear would be a cacophony of voices and interludes playing in an orchestra.

"Petri, he's really slow to have an amputation."

"You just said that."

"That's right, but there were a few that were too slow and too standard, including rigorous vascular hemostasis, where he used beak forceps to pull out the ends of the arteries one by one, and the sutures were ligated, including some small arteries, which took a very long time."

Martin imagined the scene for a moment, picking out the severed blood vessels one by one in the section of the severed limb, "I'd rather use a soldering iron." ”

"The procedure itself is good for the patient's prognosis, Martin. Using a soldering iron is fast, but a burnt wound is not conducive to healing. His problem was that it took so long, can you imagine an amputation that would be enough to finish five or six pieces outside? ”

For more than 20 minutes and nearly half an hour, this operation time is not worth mentioning under general anesthesia, nothing more than the eyes are closed and opened. In the absence of anesthesia, there is a high probability that the eyes will not be closed.

"That's horrible."

"It's true that it's unlikely to be solved with ice anesthesia, that's terrible." "But that's going to be a thing of the past." ”

He shook the box at his feet, and the glassware inside made a crisp crash like a wind chime.

The music outside came to an end, the host's announcer overpowered the noise, and the cumbersome prefix titles were repeatedly forged by echoes, like some team was going to take the stage collectively to receive the award.

“…… and Professor Emeritus at Rivers University, lecturer at Wendenhaven College, and a knight who inherited the heroic blood of his ancestors, who came to Westminster from the far north of the kingdom ......"

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing to be honest. Before I knew it, it was my turn, and I'll see you later, help me keep an eye on these papers. Kraft clinked glasses with Martin and took the last sip with his head up.

"May the angels bless your lips."

"Thanks, let's get rid of it." Speaking of angels, Kraft remembered that the pendant was still by his side, glowing red.

"Don't worry, in my experience, it will take a while to read this, and it will seem very bad to appear too early, so it's better to show up a little bit." Martin, who has many security experiences, gives pertinent advice.

"Oh yes, speaking of angels, there is indeed something I almost forgot to tell you. Didn't the weirdo say something before he died? ”

"What?" After so many days of working on the illness of the Duke and Yvonne, Kraft had already squeezed the events in the forest to the edge of his mind, and he could only remember what was going on by flipping through his memory.

【…… And he said unto them, Do not be afraid, for I have brought you tidings of great joy, and of the peoples......]

"I found an acquaintance from the seminary, the infallible kind, and asked what it meant." Martin slouched back in his chair and took a sip of an iced drink, which didn't seem like bad news.

It is a passage from which the saints said when they saw the angels descending to earth. Don't worry, it's not a curse or something. It's a shame that I didn't say that it was read by a heretic, otherwise it would have been a big 'blasphemy' hat, and he would have to fight with me. ”

The black-robed figure paused in front of the door, and in the too clear memory, the unrecognizable face was still in front of him, and under the colorful scales, the residual facial features were distorted into a recognizable "surprise" performance.

In retrospect, the only thing contained in that "surprise" is that there is no reluctance to death, or it can be interpreted as a subtle surprise, or even a wish.

The creeping creature's body had been dismembered in the distance by dimensional confusion, and he couldn't have seen it. And the thing that swept before death, faint as a snort, probably his spiritual senses, was confined to the whole body, and could not extend beyond the window.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for you." Kraft pushed open the door and appeared in the main hall, stepping into the bustling sound.

I recommend "Mysterious Martial Arts: Chivalrous Rhino Record" again, the author reset the first volume ( ̇▽ ̇) to make up for the last shortcoming.