Chapter 323 The Dark Side
There was no warning sign, no sense of danger, it was as if turbulence surged into a still water, and one's "fingertips" touched an approaching wave.
As before, with a stream of nothingness as the medium, the speed seems gentle and slow, but in fact it is instantaneous, invading the range of perception within the time it takes for the mind to complete a single-threaded operation.
That wave also spreads to the spiritual senses with contact, spreading unimpeded in the undifferentiated medium.
He felt like he was holding a twisting tuning fork, and a steady stream of fluctuations was coming from it, spreading through his imaginary limbs and quickly approaching the real body.
It's a wave, a command, a spell being thrown.
The mental organs were withdrawn like an electric shock, curled up and separated. This was not enough. Kraft dragged his body and started running again, turning at the next fork in the road and moving away from Green.
The move was correct and the contact was broken.
The incoming wave did not subside immediately. It rippled through the mental body like a real wave of water, and the residual force was so close that it was less than two arms' distance away, almost brushing up the back.
Kraft rushed through another fork in the road, stopped suddenly, turned back with gentle steps, moved under the rock wall behind the corner, and hid his body in the irregular depression, clinging to the smooth, moist ice.
The sound like a galloping horse approached, rushed straight across the fork in the road, and quickly became smaller and disappeared.
The mental senses are still curled up, and the consciousness counts the time passed in the darkness.
【One thousand and one, one thousand and two, one thousand and three...】
By counting four digits silently, he could control the rhythm to a more even half-second, which was more reliable than counting by a racing heart and rapid breathing.
At the thirty-fifth count, the sound of boney hooves hitting the rock sounded without warning, lingering not far away, then weakened and disappeared again.
Kraft slowly exhaled the breath that had been pent up for a long time. Fortunately, he had taken precautions and escaped this counterattack.
That thing was as smart as imagined. While it had intelligence, it also obviously had anthropomorphic thinking.
"I didn't know that deep-seated organisms still have brain tissue." He had some guesses, but he couldn't confirm it yet. "It's best not to be like this."
There was only the gurgling sound of liquid flowing in the mist, like a cut blood vessel pumping out blood under the squeeze of a huge heart. The faint smell of rust seemed to always stick to the mouth and nose, lingering around.
His hand rested on the weighted ball on the hilt of the sword, the round and thick touch providing a false sense of stability, but he soon realized that this was just an illusion.
There was no chance of getting into a distance where the weapon in his hand would be effective.
The "Sword in the Stone" that has high hopes also requires a clear target location to be meaningful, but now a short mental contact may be fatal, and it is completely impossible to find the location of the opponent's body.
It's like holding a sharp dagger in hand, groping for the enemy in the dark, but the opponent is a blue-ringed octopus, and the moment it touches the tentacles, it may be fatal.
My mind was spinning in an endless cycle of contradictions, with no solution for the moment. Deeper understanding and more skillful application have resulted in a huge technological generation gap. In the face of this gap, the spiritual body has become a medium for conducting fatal attacks.
Kraft froze on the spot for a while, like a candidate who encountered a knowledge blind spot in the examination room and was trying to make a desperate struggle, hoping that extended thinking could create some miracle of inspiration. But most of the time it turns out that this means nothing except wasting time on self-anesthesia.
The physical strength did not recover due to the cessation of exercise. Instead, it was replaced by the dampness and coldness that gradually penetrated. The body expressed its need for a heat source.
It's not a good idea to light an open flame, the thing might still be nearby. 【I knew I would regret it】
It is the inevitable result of useless thinking to turn to regret, regretting the step that was taken at that time, which brought about the current predicament. Perhaps if the research is more radical, what can be done now will be completely different.
He knew too little about this kind of fluctuation. Apart from knowing that it was the code for the moon skeleton to control biological tissue, he had no further research, let alone finding a way to counter it.
The only thing that was actually recorded was the fluctuation tentatively named "pacemaker" induced in the sample using digitalis.
What is needed now is not experimental data or rough understanding, but application transformation.
The price for not being radical enough in research is that he needs to use some radical means to solve real-world problems.
His consciousness jumped between various possibilities, and he even thought of rushing into the range enough to hurt the opponent with tearing layers at the cost of sustaining some damage, but theoretical knowledge told him that was impossible.
That is not something that subjective will can do by overcoming pain. Even if it is only lightly swept into a part of the body, the uncontrolled osteogenic effect will drain the blood of calcium in a short period of time, and the lack of key substances will completely deprive the muscles of their ability to exercise.
There must be a method similar to the other party's to project an unexpected fluctuation in the mental body contact, directly to his material body.
Does he have such a thing?
It seems not. After all, when discovering the extraordinary ability of deep-seated organisms to manipulate human tissue, the first reaction of every rational person should be the medical value, not the use of lethal force.
After all, destruction is like a child knocking down blocks. There are 11,100,000 simple ways. Restoration is much more difficult and precious.
Indeed, he had never imagined using his research in the opposite field, which led to his current predicament.
But when the high-speed thinking was directed in this direction, he quickly found a small breakthrough that had not been discovered before, and asked questions.
【Really not? 】
The heart-saving herbs were once brightly poisonous before being properly formulated.
And does the program used to antagonize the toxicity of excessive digitalis also have another side?
The other side that is extremely vicious and deadly.
While the mind is still functioning, the knowledge that never fades in the mind bursts out from that gap, illuminating areas that were previously avoided unintentionally or intentionally, exposing dark and twisted things.
The mechanism of action of digitalis is to inhibit the sodium-potassium pump on the myocardial cell membrane, increasing the intracellular sodium concentration, which then introduces more calcium into the cells through the sodium-calcium exchanger, ultimately enhancing myocardial contraction and causing rapid and disorderly contraction, that is, ventricular fibrillation.
The fluctuation, tentatively named "pacemaker", can quickly relieve ventricular fibrillation caused by digitalis, which shows that it can accurately disconnect a certain link in this interlocking chain.
Either enhance the activity of the sodium-potassium pump or prevent sodium-calcium exchange. It must have rapidly changed the electrolyte distribution inside and outside the cell through some channel - in a direction exactly opposite to digitalis.
The sodium-potassium pump and sodium-calcium exchange widely exist in various tissues including myocardium, vascular smooth muscle, nervous system, and renal tubules. They govern not only myocardium, but also blood pressure, water and electrolyte balance, and neuroelectrophysiology.
If this force is exerted without restraint, it will push the electrolytes to the other extreme of disorder. Could the "pacemaker" used to cure digitalis poisoning also become an equally deadly curse?
"Let's try it..."