Alien Relic Hunter.

Chapter 138 Stressors

"Others are fine," Manstein said with embarrassment. "It's just that Mengzao is something we really can't get here...Even on the Ark, it's not easy to get such things."

Ivan seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and didn't say much, but took the list back, crossed out the item "Dream date or incense-like dream date products" on it, thought for a while, and then Write down several common sedative drugs.

"Recently, Ark's control over things like dream jujube has indeed become a lot stricter... After mixing these kinds of medicines, it can barely serve as a substitute for dream jujube, but it wants to achieve the same level of hallucinogenic effect , the dosage will be very large, and it may leave him with permanent sequelae.”

Ivan glanced at Manstein, although he didn't continue, but the latter quickly understood what he meant, and whispered: "His pension has been paid to his family, they only know He was killed during a routine relic exploration mission... In the files on the Ark, he...is already a dead person."

Although this approach is a bit cruel, there is nothing wrong with it... Those injured hunters may still be able to sign a non-disclosure agreement with them, but if such a mentally disturbed survivor is sent back rashly, if he accidentally speaks nonsense If you miss out, you will be in big trouble.

If his sanity cannot return to normal, the best outcome is to spend the rest of his life in a prison-like ward.

Ke Lan sighed, and patted Ivan on the shoulder: "Hurry up, if you can find out what happened in the mine, maybe there is a way to save him."

"I don't have any psychological burden." Ivan smiled at Ke Lan. "I have seen many patients like this. For them, perhaps... death is the best relief."

As he said that, Ivan had already opened his medical insurance and took out a whole set of surgical knives from it.

"Wait a minute...Doctor, what are you going to do?" Seeing Ivan fiddle with the shining scalpel, Layton looked puzzled, "Hypnosis...do you still need to use a knife for hypnosis?"

"No need to use a knife." Ivan replied.

"Then what are you doing with the scalpel?"

"In case of emergencies... Injecting large doses of sedative drugs to patients may cause various emergencies, including sudden death. Prepare all the things needed for rescue, so as to save you from being in a hurry when the time comes." Ivan calmly Said.

"Is it going to be done here? If there is a need for surgery, do you have to prepare a sterile environment?" Ke Lan asked.

"Indeed... But this room meets the requirements for surgery, and it is equipped with an auxiliary mechanical arm... As long as the dirty things inside are cleaned and disinfected, it can be used as a temporary operating room." Ivan nodded.

"Okay, I'll have someone clean up the room now." Manstein was about to let the guards in, but was stopped by Ke Lan.

"Let me come."

"Ah?" Manstein turned his head in surprise and looked at Ke Lan, "This kind of trivial matter...isn't it better to bother Mr. Ke Lan to do it himself? The people below will take care of it..."

"No, I just have a small guess that needs to be confirmed, just let me come." Ke Lan said, "Also, prepare a set of medical protective clothing for me, the largest size, and find some cardboard. Polymer sheets would work without cardboard, and a bed of batting."

Although he couldn't understand Ke Lan's request at all, Manstein still complied, and within 10 minutes, these things were delivered to Ke Lan.

Ke Lan is 175cm tall and weighs less than [-] kilograms, which is considered a very standard figure. This set of the largest size medical protective clothing is worn on him, and another person can even be stuffed in the gap inside the clothes... and Ke Lan Lan stuffed the cardboard, cotton wool and other things into it as stuffing - now his bloated body is full of edges and corners raised by folded cardboard, and there is even a dug hole on his head. A cardboard box with two holes looks funny and weird.

At this time, even the old dog couldn't stand it any longer: "Ke Lan...what are you doing? Isn't today April Fool's Day?"

"Old dog, do you think I look like a person now?" Ke Lan turned around, raised his arm with some difficulty and waved at the old dog.

"Not like a human, like a sand sculpture."

"Speaking of business, if you saw me standing by your bed like this when you woke up from sleep, would you treat me as a human being?"

"No, I'll just pull out the pistol under the pillow and beat your head and this broken cardboard box to pieces."

"That's good, you guys stay away, Manstein, let someone open the door, I'm going in." Ke Lan said.

"Wait a minute..." The old dog grabbed Ke Lan's sleeve, "You go in like this, you won't just scare that hapless guy to death, right?"

"Not always."

With that said, Ke Lan staggered to the door of the confinement room.

The door opened slowly, but Ke Lan didn't walk in—to be precise, he didn't enter the confinement room by walking, but put his legs together, step by step like a Chinese zombie in an old movie of the old era. jumped in.

Just when everyone outside the confinement thought that the survivor would be stimulated as before, they were surprised to find that the survivor was just quietly staring at Ke Lan who jumped into the room. Although his expression was a little confused, it seemed There is no emotion of fear.

"It's so fucking crazy!" The old dog cursed, "What's the reason? Seeing a living person is like seeing a ghost. I really saw a guy dressed like a ghost, but I'm not afraid anymore?"

"Because this is not his source of stress..." Ivan said thoughtfully, "I see! The reason why Ke Lan did this is to find out what his source of stress is!"

"Stressors? Do you mean things that will stimulate him? I seem to understand a little...but I'm a little confused..."

"His source of stress is people," Ke Lan said through the communicator he carried on his body, "or in other words, things like people."

"So he will go crazy when he sees people? This is... It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense to be afraid of his own kind? Could it be that the enemies they encounter underground are not indigenous creatures, but people—" The old dog said abruptly Then, his eyes suddenly widened, with an expression of disbelief.

"It's not a human, but it should be something like a human." Ke Lan said, "You see, my current appearance is quite different from that of a normal human, so he won't feel afraid or have a stress response. "

(End of this chapter)