Chapter 1294 1266. Pills
Lan En walked into the dark alley.
The glowing cat eyes, under the influence of the potion, can see the scene clearly.
He first took off his [Smaug] gauntlet, exposing his flexible and accurate fingers.
As he walked inside, he took out the medical equipment set that was prepared anew every time from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.
He placed a complete set of utensils on the piles of tombstones on both sides of the alley.
Then a glass test tube and a surgical knife were pulled out.
Gray blood disease, lycanthropy, sacred blood, and blood therapy. It seems that as long as it has something to do with Yanan, ‘blood’ has to be mentioned.
Lan En’s target is nothing else, it is the blood of these patients who have progressed to the final stage of gray blood disease and died.
There is no doubt that this scene was cleaned up by the Healing Church.
But just to make the atmosphere in the city less bad and desperate, the small section at the entrance of the alley was cleaned up.
When people pass by and take a look inside, they will not directly realize what is happening here.
But in fact, as long as you take two more steps into the shadows. In a plague, if managers have no control ability, many scenes will not be cleaned up.
I didn’t even dare to send someone to clean it up.
Since the Healing Church has cleaned up the few steps at the entrance of the alley, the remaining messy scene can be basically considered to be that they are too lazy to do it.
How many people die from gray blood disease in this city every day? Who has the ability to clean them all?
Lan En knelt down on one knee and looked at the marks on the ground seriously.
Just like what he saw with his own eyes that day, a lot of blood flowed out of the body of the gray blood patient when it was dragged and cleaned by the mentally retarded giant.
The blood looks like brewed sesame paste.
Grey and sticky.
Even after being exposed to an open environment outside the body for so long, it only appears more viscous, tending to be solid but not completely dry.
The scalpel in Lan En's hand made a sticky sound like stirring batter in the gray blood.
With a light and precise technique, he slashed the blade of the scalpel that had dug out the blood toward the mouth of the test tube, and the sticky gray blood that had formed into a ball slid down the wall of the test tube.
Seal and put away.
In order to ensure the sample size, Lan En drew three more test tubes and collected gray blood from three different places in sequence, which ensured that he would not only collect blood from one person.
This is the trace in the alley. In the dark shadow, the tall and ferocious demon hunter in armor directly pushed open the door that had been ajar.
Walked into a house in this alley.
Lan En frowned and waved his hands left and right in front of his face to drive away the dust and stench.
This house can still be seen in the decorative style of the Victorian era, with wooden furniture and floors, and a kerosene lamp on the wall that is no longer lit.
But the textile tablecloth was already dirty. There was a thick layer of dust that had not been cleaned for a long time. It was mixed with the patient's saliva, sweat or other liquids, and turned into a mess.
Used dinner plates were piling up in the sink, and even the metal ones were moldy from the food debris on them.
The plague did not take away the lives of this family instantly.
It first debilitates people, and then kills them in a step-by-step, more serious weakening.
The family got the plague, no one wanted to help them, and they were not allowed to come out by the people around them.
So I could only carry it on in despair, relying on the relief provided by the Healing Church to survive, and at the same time praying that I could survive the gray blood disease, at least until a space was available in the research hall of the Healing Church.
But there is no doubt that they did not wait for any of them.
Lan En didn't know whether to feel melancholy for their deaths from illness or to feel grateful for their 'comparatively pleasant' deaths.
The witcher squatted down at the corner of the room, his hands rummaging through a cloth bag.
This cloth bag has the logo of the Healing Church on it. Inside is some food such as dry bread, air-dried sausages, and blood sausage.
This family was infected with the plague, but while the Healing Church did not allow them to go out, they also had to ensure that they would not die of hunger.
Lan En rummaged around the house, hoping to find some key clues.
But the house is already in disarray. After all, you can't ask your whole family to be infected by the plague and still keep calm and clean while seeing people getting closer and closer to death every day.
So the place is full of furniture that was smashed in anger and fear, as well as dirty floors, debris, and various pills scattered all over the place.
Although Lan En had the help of Mentos and searched very carefully every time, this messy environment still caused a lot of obstacles for him and he found nothing of value.
Until Lan En was walking down the stairs from the first floor to the second floor, he made a very slight "click" sound on the stairs.
The witcher didn't care at first.
Because there are too many trivial things on the ground in this house, it is normal for his boots to crush and make a sound after stepping on them.
That is to say, his hearing is very sharp, otherwise most people would not be able to detect it.
But just when Lan En took another step up the stairs
“Suck~”
His body suddenly stopped on the stairs, his nose twitching, and his expression was startled. Lan En sniffed uncertainly for a while before finally turning his attention to his feet.
The boots with smooth lines of external armor were gently moved away. Under Lan En's lowered gaze, what emerged from the bottom of his boots was a small oil-paper triangle bag.
The oil paper bag had been crushed by boots, and several broken white tablets were exposed inside.
The witcher took two steps back on the wooden stairs, leaning down just enough to observe these small tablets carefully.
But the most important thing is his nose that moves seriously many times.
"The taste in this pill"
The witcher muttered.
As he spoke, Lan En's hand subconsciously touched the blood test tubes he was carrying from the gray blood patients that had just been collected.
The smell in the messy and dilapidated room was complex, including the smell of rotten and moldy food, the residual body odor of the patient before death, and the smell of kerosene lamps.
But with the Witcher's targeted extraordinary senses and Mentos's olfactory data correction, he still accurately found the smell he cared about most.
None of the glass tubes containing samples on him were broken. In the room, the blood residues left by gray blood patients in other places are still some distance away from here.
But inside these broken tablets is the taste of the blood of patients with gray blood!
Lan En's fingers held up a small pill that was broken in half through a piece of paper.
The shape of pills is very common, it looks like white powder pressed into tablets.
But consider what the blood of those with gray blood looks like.
If their blood is dried, powdered, and mixed into pills, the appearance may not be abnormal.
But if the blood of a patient with gray blood is really processed in this way...
"This can't be the smell caused by the patient's blood sticking to the pills, sir. This smell is yours It was revealed after crushing the pills."
Mentos stated calmly in his mind.
"This is something added during the production process of the pills, which means man-made."
Man-made. Plague?
The demon hunter's expression did not change. He had actually been mentally prepared for this.
I just didn’t expect that the way the plague is transmitted is to make it into pills?
And this kind of pill
Lan En's fingers fiddled with the small triangle of oil paper that was crushed by his boots.
At the same time, his other hand took out another small oil paper triangle from his body.
This was given to him by the man in red robe when he came out of Goodness Gold Cup Church.
Said it was 'the last help I can give'.
Could this be a means of spreading the plague?
Is the raging epidemic of gray blood disease the work of the good Golden Cup Church?
If you are an ordinary person, when you are angry at this time, you will basically be seventy or eighty percent suspicious.
But Lan En’s eyes were fixed.
He first put the pills and the oil paper package that were confirmed to be problematic on the stairs into a test tube and sealed them.
Then he opened the small oil paper triangle given to him by the man in red robe and poured out a pill from it.
This was the first time he opened and looked at the small pill in Henrik's mouth that was 'useless against the plague, but good at antidoting some poisons'.
The appearance is the same as the pills on the ground just now.
But after breaking the pills, the demon hunter's keen sense of smell didn't smell the blood of a gray blood patient at all, even if he smelled it up close.
At this point, Lan En's eyes showed a sure look.
To judge who did something, if you can judge accurately only by looking at the superficial traces, the world would be too simple.
There are many ways to mislead, disguise, cross-talk, fight and destroy.
Hot-blooded and impulsive traits are the easiest to play with.
Fortunately, regardless of his knowledge or experience, Lan En is not the kind of person who can be easily fooled.
His eyes, which were slightly brighter due to drinking the magic potion, stood on the stairs and looked around the dilapidated house.
“The small pills from the Good Gold Cup Church have no effect on the plague and can only detoxify a little bit. This matter should be clear to the people of Yannan now.”
"It is precisely because of this that the reputation and control of the Good Golden Cup Church in Yanan are being replaced by the Healing Church at a speed visible to the naked eye."
He held up the test tube containing the pills and oil paper.
“But now is the time when the plague is raging. As long as it can give people a little bit of peace of mind, everyone will look for it and use it.”
“So these themselves have some detoxification capabilities. Not to mention the pills.”
With a precautionary mentality, it is estimated that many people in Yanan have taken a lot.
But if you take pills that are really issued by the Good Golden Cup Church, then at most it will only increase the burden of drug metabolism on the kidneys.
But if you eat this kind of thing
Lan En is not yet qualified to study gray blood disease, a disease that is raging in Old Yharnam. He does not know how this disease is spread. and pathogenesis.
But the pills mixed with the blood of gray blood patients were given out and made to look like Good Gold Cup Church pills.
(End of Chapter)