Kraft sends away Green, who is reluctant to work, and sincerely hopes that Heavenly Father will bless him to recover his health, or that the deep creatures will let him go because he doesn't want to work in a different place.

The process of being approved to leave temporarily was very short, and there were very few things to pack, and about half a day later, the two of them packed the priest and their luggage and sent them to the outskirts of the city.

Places with a pleasant environment and away from crowds are suitable for adjusting the mental state.

Kraft watched the carriage disappear at the end of the square, told Brother Vardine to contact him, and returned to the clinic in the carriage he had come.

Green's request really touched him, and it should have been the most basic need.

The reason for this may be the existence of spiritual senses, which makes it rare for Kraft to have the idea of "I have to make a special instrument to evaluate it".

Just as it is difficult for a person with sound hearing to describe a sound to a deaf person, who cannot understand how vibrations, which are imperceptible to even the most sensitive skin, can be received and interpreted over great distances into a wealth of different information.

There has to be something so that people who don't have special senses can "see" that level of impact.

According to Kraft, we have to start with the only known black salt that reacts to this.

On the other hand, it seems to indicate that Green has agreed to study the deep artifact, and that he can legitimately work on the sample without worrying about explaining what he is doing to a court visitor who suddenly comes to the door one day.

Thinking about it this way, Kraft felt that time could be squeezed into the second most important hobby.

Of course, this can't be done in a clinic either, just to be on the safe side.

At the end of the day, he took Koop with him and went to the vacant laboratory floor of Tunling University again to try it out.

The new assistant watched as the professor opened the mysterious box, which had three layers inside and three layers on the outside, and swept away the well-stuffed wood chips and cotton bedding.

As if feeling that it was about to see the light of day, rhythmic sounds began to appear, becoming clear as the compartment decreased, tapping uncomfortably against the eardrums.

It was two thick-walled glass bottles, which were not filled with medicines, but with some kind of indescribable amorphous living thing, the semi-liquid form adhered to the walls of the bottles and slackened, and the wrapped hard object repeatedly knocked on the glass, producing that sound.

To Coop's surprise, he felt a strange familiarity with them, and the deep, scabbed-healed memory scars began to ache again, awakening the inevitable physiological discomfort.

"Where did you go again?" Although there was no direct connection to the outline, the eerie white surface and curly soft posture made it easy for him to associate it with something that invaded the dream.

"I wish it was brought back from there." Kraft discerned the state of the two samples, and chose the one that looked more active, which was fastened to a solid hardwood base and jammed with a slippery buckle.

In addition to preparing the things on the experimental table, he also lit a fire on the small stove he had brought and began to boil water.

"Unfortunately not, it was picked up in the sewers."

"I thought that kind of stuff was just going to be over there." Koop felt itchy on the soles of his feet, and it was terrifying to think of the intricate and all-encompassing drainage system below, standing on the ground of the city.

Theoretically, if they're determined to reach the ground, you're probably going to encounter a big scare in the sink in the middle of the night, like a slugs on a rainy day.

"It's true that the place of origin is over there, but there are always people who like to introduce species." Kraft took out a few grains of black salt of similar size and placed them in a glass dish at a different distance from the sample, "There is a large one underneath, but fortunately they can't come up yet"

His initial plan was to examine which activities of deep organisms could cause the liquid transformation of black salts, and how much the effect decayed with distance.

Although you can use yourself as a source of influence, it is not conducive to eliminating the interference of subjective factors, and protists should also be qualitatively different from people who have been changed the day after tomorrow, at least Kraft has not yet discovered that he has the magical ability to pull people into that place by dreams.

You have to find a subject who doesn't have complex conscious activity to experiment.

They drew a large grid of checkerboard sheets on the table with ink lines to calculate the distance between the black salt and the sample, and then covered the glass bottles with a cloth and waited for changes to change with the sound of clicking.

In order to avoid his influence as much as possible, Kraft sat in the farthest corner of the room.

He wanted to wait next door, but he couldn't wait for the sample, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving Koop alone with these dangerous goods, so he stayed behind.

A long wait ensued. After reversing the time of the hourglass five times, the two of them looked at the black salt on the table with lenses in turn.

The conclusion is that there is no change, and from the distance of two blocks to the edge of the long table, the black grains are angular like obsidian chips.

Not surprisingly, if a few casual movements of the creatures in the depths could cause them to melt, the black salt scattered everywhere should have all liquefied into the water and brought everyone to a dream.

"What's next?"

"I want it to be active and show some extraordinary abilities." Kraft poured the hot water into the sink and handed it to Koop.

"Let's start with the physical stimulus, don't worry, it's definitely more heat-resistant than you think."

Organisms that have been soaked in bottles of water have indeed taken a new shape.

At first, it struggled violently, as most creatures instinctively do, boiling and undulating, restless like grease thrown into a wok, slamming against the walls of the bottle in search of an exit.

After less than ten seconds, it realized that this was futile, and shrank away from the heat source, resigned to its death.

Just when Kraft thought that the sample would react to this degree at best, some changes in color were noticed.

The moist and pale surface becomes dull and the reflectivity decreases, forming a shape similar to the thick keratin in the body where there is a lot of wear, and enveloping the internal structure.

This thick layer of "old skin" restricts its movements, creating the illusion of "quietness", and the active biomass is still flowing inside, brewing new tissues.

No matter how many times you watch "Miraculous ......", you will feel that it is a miracle creature.

The barriers of differentiation do not exist for it, and through its innate ability, it can shape any organization like a patchwork of building blocks to meet the needs of the real time.

Through the translucent epidermis, you can see that the supporting cartilage is more fixed, and the elongated and hollow delivery line is the transport pipe, and the slightly darker liquid inside is pushed by its own contraction.

and the strips for its rhythmic contraction...... Maybe it's some kind of tissue that approximates the heart muscle, and only the heart muscle has this kind of automaticity.

Kraft was almost so captivated that he forgot for a moment what he was here to experiment. He can understand those who are attracted to it because he sees more in it.

Diabetes, heart failure, chronic kidney failure, and various irreversible diseases may become diseases that can be completely cured—directly targeted differentiation into new tissue replacement.

"Oh no, now the myocardial stem cells have come true, and they will definitely shake the academic world after a thousand years."

"What are you talking about?" Koop wondered about his employer's sudden agitation, and didn't know if he should pass the lens over at this time, "Can you take a look at this, the closest black salt seems to have changed a little." ”

(End of chapter)