Chapter 343 The biggest problem with natural immunity
This is the situation.
If C hadn’t revealed the relevant information, Milo would have only treated the sheepdog incident as a coincidence, but now it seems that it is not the same thing.
This is why all the tasks Enid has received this month are to help old ladies in nearby neighborhoods find lost cats. Hidden danger.
A cute and naive old dog suddenly went crazy and more than doubled in size. He bit his owner to death at home.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes from the perspective of the dead, Milo would have felt that this was more like a story concocted by unscrupulous media and newspapers to gain attention.
But he did see the shepherd dog after the mutation, its blood-filled and trembling pupils, and those messy and interlaced fangs. This was what Milo had ever seen. One of the meanest looking dogs in the world.
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Milo flipped through the pile of information that C brought back.
The above are without exception the information of victims who died tragically at the fangs and claws of some large beast, but they are only limited to the information of the victims. There is no mention of the beast that committed the crime in any case. Everything is still just speculation.
"Logically speaking, predators need to hunt every once in a while to maintain their own lives, but now a month has passed, and there has not been a second killing of wild beasts within Nanwei City. This is hard to understand. Ah."
Milo leaned his elbow on the bar, looking bored and using his other hand to flip through the sketches of the victims' bodies after being bitten in the document.
“I think it’s a bit too early to define them as predators.”
After drinking a glass of wine, C thought he felt his body was getting hot, so he took off his coat and rolled it up Shirt sleeves.
When the bartender saw the dense knife marks on C’s forearm, he had a weird look on his face, so much so that when he added C’s drink for the second time, his movements became more steady than before. Some.
Not only C, but Milo's exposed wrists and backs of hands outside his sleeves were also covered in cracks, and they were even more hideous crack marks.
These are the scars left on Milo by the afterimage of Yog-Sothoth on the night of hunting. The cracks spread from his palms to his shoulders. Even if the wounds heal, the marks will remain forever. Can't subside.
The hideous scars on their hands made the two men in suits and ties look full of violent and evil temperament.
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C asked Milo in a low voice: "Is it appropriate for us to talk about these things in front of others?"
"The bartenders in this pub are all cages."
Milo poured the wine in the glass down his throat, and then repeated the previous action - hitting the bar twice with the thick glass block at the bottom of the wine glass. .
The bartender quickly refilled Milo’s third glass.
C then had a clear look on his face, so he got back to the topic:
"Anyway, please take this matter seriously. This is by no means an accident. I have done a preliminary review of these case materials. All the victims were basically killed by the domestic animals or pets they kept in captivity. We even have reason to suspect that this kind of killing is linked to emotions. Perhaps there is some imperceptible factor that induces them to kill the ones closest to them. People.”
As he spoke, he pointed at the numerous scars on the skin of his forearm.
In countless investigations, in order to avoid interference from those mysterious external forces, C used excessive analgesics time and time again to amplify the pain, and then cut himself with a dagger to ensure his consciousness. Clear.
“Do you think animals can also be bewitched by rulers or ancient gods?” Milo scratched his head with the nail of his thumb: “Animals whose sanity has been weakened? Is that how you understand it?”
"Our current judgment is this." C nodded.
“As far as I know, the concept of san value is based on the three views and a series of cognitions that have been formed in the mind. Because exposure to things beyond this cognitive category leads to the collapse of the will, It's just a weakening of sanity, right? But do animals really have their own self-awareness?" Milo spread his hands.
"At least they must be able to remember who their owners are. The victims are all breeders of mutated beasts. This is the most obvious commonality among the cases we have at hand. They tore the people closest to them into pieces. Fragments, that’s right.” C continued.
"Tear the people closest to you into pieces." Milo lowered his head and muttered to himself.
He always felt that this story sounded familiar.
But I couldn’t remember where I had heard similar stories.
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Knock knock.
Just when the two of them were worried about a stack of information, a tall and tall man suddenly appeared on the other side of the bar. He tapped the wooden board of the bar table twice with his fingers and signaled the bartender to give him Offer a glass of the same wine as Milo and others.
This man is gentle and elegant. He is wearing a long gray robe, and the totem of the golden tree is engraved on the forearm exposed from the sleeves.
It’s the official Dillashaw.
“I seem to have missed the first round.”
He gave Milo and Investigator C a friendly smile. Milo shook his head, flicked the glass in front of him and said, "It's already the third round."
"Then I'll catch up as soon as possible." Dillashaw took the shot from the bartender. He took the glass and drank it in one gulp.
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“Can clergy also drink?” C joked casually.
"Why not?" Dillashaw shook the spicy liquid in the cup: "This is the next best thing to the blessing of the Golden Law, my friend."
"Why do I come to Nan every time? Weicheng can encounter this magic stick that destroys the atmosphere. Is there any reason why he must appear?" C said to Milo.
Probably the non-dealing between the University of Michigan scholars and the church's priests is of the same origin, and there is nothing Milo can do to change this.
He shrugged: "The first few times he appeared on his own initiative and had nothing to do with me, but this time, he did have a need to appear."
Milo paused For a moment, and then continued:
"According to our Mr. Magician, the old magicians on the Star Clock Tower have found the 'Thinking Eyes'. They can now see everything in the world more thoroughly and clearly, so I think, if he doesn't If he brings us any valuable information, let him pay for these three rounds of drinks. Oh, by the way, I will find time to go to the Star Clock Tower to visit Daisy - your so-called thinking eye."
"Don't worry, she is now the saint second only to the Golden Rule in the eyes of the bishops, and no one can hurt her at all." Dillashaw said.
"You didn't know this when you handed her over to the old guys on the clock tower, right?" Milo glanced at Dillashaw.
"It seems like you are going to use this as a reason to scold me for the rest of your life." Dillashaw smiled bitterly.
C interrupted abruptly:
"So you two are planning to live together for the rest of your life?"
"I'm afraid you don't know. Let me tell you that officials of the Golden Rule can eat meat, drink alcohol and even play PC, but they must not be used as troublemakers. That's a felony." Milo told C Science.
C took a slow sip of whiskey: "The useless knowledge has increased again."
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Faced with these two people who have no understanding of gods and religious laws. In awe of the "sinner", Dillashaw could only shake his head helplessly.
He selectively ignored this treasonous topic and turned to business:
"Back to business, gentlemen, the purpose of my trip is to convey the will of the Thinking Eye."
He looked at Milo solemnly: "You have extraordinary vision, but the picture you glimpse is not complete. To trace the truth, you need to return to reality itself."
"Are these Daisy's original words?" Milo moved his brows.
"Yes." Dillashaw nodded.
"Look what you have done. What's the point of turning a child into such a nagging look? Really." Milo sighed.
"Please be careful about the guidance of the Thinking Eye." Dillashaw was very dissatisfied with Milo's reaction. He even knocked on the bar table anxiously, so that the bartender quickly refilled his glass. Got wine.
"Okay, I will think about it later."
Milo shrugged and pushed the pile of information brought back by C in front of Dillashaw: "Come on, Tell me what you think. Hasn’t your church always had some prophecies about disaster?”
Dillashaw said slowly: “We also know some of this news, and the church has always had measures to prevent and control potential plague viruses. According to the research, we initially believe that this may be some kind of disease that is limited to animals, which leads to wild animals to a certain extent. However, this is just speculation. After all, no mutated animals have been found. Now we can only tentatively believe that humans Perhaps there are natural immune antibodies to this virus, so the mutation only occurs in animals.”
"That must be a pity for you, right?" C started to get angry again.
Milo crossed his arms and leaned back, trying not to block the gaze between C and Dillashaw on the left and right sides, with a look of anticipation.
"Where do you start talking about this?" Dillashaw didn't understand what C wanted to express for a while.
“Look, the biggest problem with human natural immunity is that it is free and you cannot make money from it.” C’s remarks can be said to be offensive.
Is this the so-called literati’s contempt for each other?
As if that wasn't relevant enough.
But this is generally true. After all, whether it is the University of Michigan or the church, both parties are actually a group of scholars, but they have differences as big as heaven and earth in academics, concepts and even beliefs.
When they each think they are on the right path, mutual contempt is inevitable.
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Of course Milo was watching the excitement and didn't take it too seriously. He patted Dillashaw on the shoulder and added fuel to the fire: "Quick, use your church's thinking eyes. Stare at him, stare at this rebellious thing.”
Dillashaw: "..."
Every time he dealt with these two guys, he ended up returning to the church full of frustration, and this time was no exception.
(End of this chapter)