Just as the doctor mentioned the problem of the brain slice …
The head nurse's scream came from the analysis room not far away.
When Han Dong rushed over, he found that the head nurse's right arm had already turned into a spiral … However, it didn't show any symptoms of infection, unlike the old man's continuous spiral.
Her expression, thinking, and all other physical signs were normal. It was just a simple twist of the right arm.
"Is it really targeted at the Hybrid Demons? The head nurse is a creature of destiny … There is no such thing as a Hybrid Demon Core Crystal, and the spiral material can't invade the core. "
Han Dong immediately stepped forward and stabilized the head nurse.
The head nurse pointed at the solution in the conical bottle with a terrified expression. It was the specially processed and diluted brain slice solution:
"I accidentally touched a drop just now, and my right hand became like this.
Fortunately, the memory diluent has been completed. As long as it is fed to a ghoul with a functioning brain, it will be able to obtain part of the old man's memories. "
"Ghouls won't do. Leave it to me."
Seeing Han Dong take the solution, Professor Swollen, who had followed closely behind, was shocked. He quickly stopped Han Dong.
"Sir, do you want to drink it yourself?
This thing is too risky … Your talent tree is essentially the same type of material as our Hybrid Demon Core. It will be troublesome if similar symptoms occur. "
"If the diluted solution made from the brain of an ordinary infected person can affect me, then I will definitely die on this' London trip '.
Ordinary ghouls will definitely not be able to withstand it. Such a precious clue cannot be wasted.
Let me do it. "
The reason why Han Dong wanted to take a look at the old man's memories.
It was because when he found the twisted old man in the guest room, he said, "I failed."
This made Han Dong very concerned about what exactly had failed.
Han Dong suspected that the old man had participated in a certain ritual, or even taken the initiative to approach the vortex, resulting in such an outcome … The specific answer could only be found in his memories.
The doctor scratched his brain and said seriously, "Alright … I will monitor your condition at all times.
At the same time, I will help you integrate the memory fragments so that you can smoothly read the memories.
After all, this is the first time I have seen such a whirlpool-shaped brain. There is a high chance that the reading will fail. "
"Alright."
"Then, sir, hurry up and sleep."
"Come up here, where do you want me to sleep?" Han Dong stared at the lump of brain on the chair. He did not quite understand what the professor meant.
The swollen brain caved in from the center, forming a groove that could accommodate Han Dong's body. Its shape was similar to an MRI machine commonly seen in movies.
Han Dong immediately lay flat and let the tentacles pull him into the soft and warm groove of his brain.
Not to mention, it was soft and warm to sleep in.
Gulp, gulp ~ He swallowed the diluted liquid.
During the process of swallowing, Han Dong could clearly feel a certain spiral reaction between his throat and esophagus. Soon, the Black Whirlpool Body adapted to it. Everything was normal in Han Dong's body.
The essence of the diluted liquid was digested in the small intestine and flowed into the brain along the blood vessels.
On Dr. Swollen's side, he also connected dozens of synapses to the surface of Han Dong's brain to help sort out and reconstruct the memory pieces.
Under the joint efforts of the two brain experts, the distorted, chaotic, and disorderly memory fragments were neatly arranged in his mind.
Han Dong's consciousness was immediately brought into a strange memory …
Weng!
In the blink of an eye, the dark streets of London appeared before his eyes.
A cold wind blew.
With the connection of the memory, the old man's relevant information was also transmitted to Han Dong.
The old man's name was Vogt Big Hand. He had a palm that was slightly larger than the other Hybrid Demons. This also allowed him to successfully apply for a job sorting ore when he was young.
In the world of Hybrid Demons, strength was still the most important thing.
Vogt, who had always been a newborn Hybrid Demon, had worked in a mining company for hundreds of years without changing his job … He had long become the ultimate existence of social animals.
Currently.
He had just finished work at a mining company and was walking home.
At Vogt's age, there was no possibility of growth. The rest of his life was basically fixed. He would work in a mining company until he died.
The fixed and inflexible life pattern made him lose all enthusiasm for life.
Even if a series of strange "whirlpool incidents" had occurred in London recently, he did not seem to care.
In his opinion, if he was involved in the incident and died, he would receive more attention and add some color to his already gray life at the end.
It was also because of the whirlpool incident that the recent demand for ores was extremely high. Vogt worked overtime until late at night today … and he was particularly unlucky.
Perhaps it was because of his old age, when he was sorting ores, he was momentarily absent-minded and rolled his little finger into a Hybrid Demon device.
This caused the entire little finger to be irreparably bent (curled back and formed a circle).
However, not only did the company not compensate him, but they also scolded him for the delay in work … This unexpected situation also intensified his world-weariness.
Just as he covered his curled little finger and walked home with his head down, he suddenly felt a chill … He looked up and found that there was no one on the street in the middle of the night.
At the same time, his curled little finger seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and brought him to a dark alley.
First, he caught a glimpse of a black whirlpool.
When he took a closer look, a book seller appeared in the alley. In front of him were a few old strange books with spiral patterns printed on the cover.
In the blink of an eye.
Vogt was already standing in front of the book stall. Even though the number of book sellers had not decreased, he could vaguely feel that the book in front of him might change the rest of his life.
"How much is this book?"
When he asked for the price.
The book seller stretched out a deep spiral arm from under his sleeve, pointed at Vogt's little finger, and asked for an "exchange."
As long as it could change the rest of Vogt's life, he was not even afraid of death. A mere little finger … Crack!
He snapped it on the spot and handed over the "curled little finger."
The book seller who received the curled finger faintly showed a strange smile on his dark face (the corners of his mouth curled 180 degrees).
After paying the "fee," Vogt finally fixed his eyes on a dark curled book and was about to leave with the book.
At this moment, the strange thing that Dr. Swollen feared happened.
Be reasonable.
As a memory reader, Han Dong observed all of this from the perspective of a bystander.
Just like a person reading a comic book, the characters in the book could not notice the reader.
But …
Just as Vogt was about to leave.
A spiral arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and a low voice came from the whirlpool-like mouth.
"There's actually a third party … Who are you?"
Hearing this, Han Dong was shocked.
At this critical moment, Dr. Swollen, who was monitoring everything from the outside, forcibly cut off the memory connection.
Han Dong, who had his swollen brain slowly removed, looked like he had just come out of a sauna. His entire body emitted visible heat … His talent tree was unaffected.
Han Dong's eyes were filled with both fear and interest. "I'm just a bystander in the memory … How did he notice my existence? What is the guy behind the whirlpool? "
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