Pirate’s Brood Order Chapter 36

2nd day.

As soon as I opened the door in the morning, I saw William standing at the door. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Yarlin looked at William. The other's face was a bit tired. It seemed that he didn't sleep well all night. However, a pair of eyes were Scorching God.

Yarlin looked at the corpse that William dragged out from under the bed. The corpse had been stiff and rotten after lying down all night, emitting a smell of corpse.

Yarlin covered his nose, and said indifferently: "Try to find a way to dispose of the corpse."

William looked at Yarlin from start to finish with no unexpected expression, his heart was awe-inspiring, and he secretly rejoiced last night I made the right decision myself.

"I will take care of it." William replied.

Yarlin took a deep look at William. Unlike the past, William's eyes were not only fearful, but also something else. Even though he disguised himself well, he still couldn't hide from Yarlin. He is very familiar with this look, and wild ambition is buried in his jealousy.

"Interesting!" He smiled with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and threw the blood-stained money bag back to William, "It's okay to go roam around, inquire and inquire, we are going to Shelz next stop Town."

William was lightly shivered, and a perverted excitement appeared on his face. He knew that until this moment, he was truly trusted by Yarlin.

Yarlin returned to his room, and after a while, Fick rolled into William's room while rolling up the bedclothes and yawning.

Close the door and lock it from the inside.

Yarlin drew the curtains and turned on the lights. He carried a toolbox in his hand. It was the legacy of the ship doctor. At the same time, transformants crawled out from under the bed and stood side by side in a row.

Open the box with some large and small knives, some gauze and potion stacked on top of it, Yarlin took out a 3-inch long pinky scalpel from it.

Gently pinching the scalpel, Yarlin stared at the transformant strangely. There is still about half a month before the caravan's ship arrives at Quarry Town. This time is free and he needs Use it to test your abilities.

The test process may be crude and crude, but the test itself is of great significance, and the results require detailed records and feedback.

Yarlin has had this idea for a long time, and today I finally put it into action. I feel a little excited to think about it.

On retinal imaging, 3dprojection is rotating:

mental intensity 1

nerve conduction rate 1

skeleton hardness 1

Muscle activity 2.2

Blood density and flow rate 1

Missed body-intact body (progress bar 1100)

Draw distribution points (0)

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"The form of digital expression is more precise. However, just staying on the digital level is not enough. It needs a more subjective feeling." Yarlin said to himself, his eyes flashed with a scalpel. He made a deep knife on his wrist.

The skin was cut, blood dripping, the red and white muscles cracked inch by inch, the cold scalpel was cruelly close to the skeleton, and Yarlin's forehead was full of sweat.

It is worth mentioning that he pinched the knife with his left hand, and slashed with his right hand.

The left hand is the external manifestation of Astur's boarding. In a sense, it's the facade of Astur's. Yarlin will destroy his facade only when his brain is broken. At least, short Within time, he still needs to restrain this idea.

"There is no black thread in the muscle skeleton."

Yarlin cruelly opened the muscle tissue with his fingers, exposing the trauma to the air, and he resisted the pain with a knife back Press on the muscles.

The back of the knife pressed an impression on the muscle, and when the knife was removed, it bounced back at the speed visible by naked eye, and the impression disappeared.

Yarlin picked up the pen and recorded on the notebook: "The muscles are tight and dense, the resistance is sufficient, and the elasticity is like a rubber band. The blade cutting is like cutting on the brown sugar, which is very laborious."

He thought for a while, pierced the blade vertically on the wound, and then the muscles exerted force. You can see that the texture of the muscles is collapsed and the red fibers are spreading in the muscles, which look like the tentacles of a snail. .

Let go, the blade is clamped by the muscles and stands upright.

The muscles are closed tightly, and you can even hear the "zira" sound of metal being squeezed, and the rubbing sound of blood being blocked. The sounds are mixed together, very strange.

Yarlin relaxed his attention, his arm muscles opened, and the scalpel was pinched in his hand again.

"The muscle fibers are thick and dense. When the concentration attention is completely complete, you can even manipulate and control the micromuscles. You can close the wound by yourself without stitching and achieve the purpose of hemostasis, but it requires a high degree of concentration and long Muscle tension over time can lead to soreness."

Yarlin recorded these subjective feelings and kept them for comparison in future experiments.

"The value of muscle activity affects the strength, elasticity, and density of the muscle." Yarlin fiddled with the wound muscle in various ways, performing all kinds of simple tests he could think of.

"The increase in muscle activity will directly lead to muscle tissue growth, strength increase, and indirectly increase flexibility, and wound healing speed."

2 hours later, Yarlin right A bandage was wrapped around his wrist, blood flow had stopped, and the slightly sour and itchy wound seemed to indicate that his underlying muscles had begun to grow again, accelerating healing.

"At this rate, all wounds can heal in about 5 days and recover as before." Yarlin guessed the approximate time. It takes at least one month for a normal person with a long and deep incision to heal. .

"Muscle activity 2.2, the number is only 2 times the unit 1, but the actual increase rate is really 4 times that of normal people."

Mark this item in In the notebook, Yarlin looking thoughtful.

There is no change in other data. There is no need for testing for the time being, let alone the comparison of subjective feelings. After sitting on the bedside and resting for a while, Yarlin ordered one of the transformants to lie flat on the bed .

A knife that can be used without the slightest hesitation to oneself, and even less soft to the transformant Yarlin. With a shake of his wrist, the scalpel cuts a 20 cm cut in his chest.

Roughly peeling the skin and flesh, the black silk thread inside trembles and bends inward when he touches his palm, exposing the entire chest cavity spontaneously.

Yarlin stared at the heart wrapped in countless black threads, and his heart moved slightly: "This black egg is getting bigger and it is growing!"

At first, Yarlin thought it would be transformed The body refers to the "living corpse" itself, but now he doesn't think so. He realizes that the black egg is the transformant itself, and the external living corpse is just a disguise for boarding that's all, although this disguise is very unsuccessful That's it.

So, here comes the problem.

The transformant he sees now is only at the stage of embryonic development. In other words, the seven-headed transformant he has on hand is simply still in incubation.

It's like saying that I got a chicken, but I got only an egg, and I have to hatch it myself. Is this a fraud?

Yarlin didn't seek an explanation from Asturjul, 80% of it was just a waste of words. What he needs to think about is how to hatch this black egg.