In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 138 Emilia: Did you change someone else?

Alchemy Temple, R&D Department.

[Atlantis], which gathers the world's most sophisticated technology, stands tall in the mist and rain. The exterior of the silver-white building is like a water-stained jade mirror, reflecting the gray clouds and rain.

The three-dimensional projection on the floating platform is like a dream, and the airships are like a sky shuttle, leaving one by one.

call out--

The silver light tore the rain curtain, and the sound of piercing the sky roared.

"Before sending it to the treasure house, we need you to come and listen to our analysis of this thing."

With a blank face, the researcher wearing black-rimmed glasses held a tablet and said calmly.

"The items that caused abnormal events captured by the demon hunting organization?"

Ryan stood in a vast giant "workshop".

Atlantis has three basement levels.

Silver and white are still the main color here, and the walls, ceiling, and even all the instruments that can be seen by the human eye cannot escape this dazzling.

This vast underground space is divided into two parts, clearly separated.

A part of it is exactly under Ryan's feet, where various instruments and equipment are placed.The "analysis area" where researchers in protective gear go back and forth.

On the other side, there are vertical rows of silver and white storage cabinets stretching, with hundreds of meters in each direction and a large area of ​​"Snow Pavilion".

This is a transit station.

The "trophies" confiscated by the demon hunters must pass through here, and after being harmlessly treated by the staff, they will be included in the Trojan treasury, or they will be stranded, or sent to the equipment department for other uses.

"Of course, it has to go through our hands."

The researcher helped the frame of the mirror and said, "Although we have a front-line department in the agency, you also know that there is really no room for a lot of our equipment."

Ryan nodded.

"Go on."

Into the title.

"The period when human skin books were produced most frequently was the Middle Ages in Europe, at that time."

The researcher led Ryan to a transparent instrument. Behind the tubular reinforced glass, the human skin cult was quietly suspended.

"Stupid."

"Human relations are extinct."

"original."

"keep."

The researcher stretched out his finger, tapped the glass lightly, and said in a calm tone, "That's why you can see this kind of thing exists."

"Wow!!!"

Inside the glass, the liquid wrapped in the human skin suddenly produced many bubbles.

"Boom!"

The researcher grinned violently, with an unusually sinister expression on his face, and he punched the glass hard.

"Try moving again?"

Ryan was taken aback.

Soon, he calmed down.

This is the R&D department, and there is a lot of mania.

so normal
"Goooooooooooo-"

The bubbles gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, the researcher with a cold face did not relax. He lowered his head and stared at the Human Skin Cult with vicious eyes.

Subsequently,

"Crack!"

He flipped a switch.

"Zizzizi!"

The materialized torrent current rioted in the glass tube, stirring up the unknown liquid, causing a humanized "distortion" in this cult of human skin.

Ruouowu howling came out.

"I saw it in England. I heard it was from the nineteenth century."

Ryan looked at everything in front of him calmly, and said, "It was made from the skin of a murderer. It is said that it was used as a warning to others. A local surgeon used his skin to make a book describing the course of the murder."

"Well, there is no shortage of primitive means in any era."

The researcher turned around with a calm expression.

"The creators of human skin books are mainly divided into three categories."

"One is doctors. They are occupations that can easily come into contact with patients. Using amputated limbs and unclaimed corpses of patients, they are enough to piece together a human skin book."

Hearing this, Ryan shrugged.

In the hands of the former doctors, apart from the amputated patients, only the corpses were left.

In case of indecision, amputate a limb first.

"The second type is eccentric collectors, they are more like [Party A]."

"Pay money to get the skins of death row prisoners and poor people, and then pay a high price for private order."

The researcher turned his back to the human skin cult, faced Ryan, gave a thumbs up and poked it back, and said lightly: "This thing belongs to the third type."

"It was voluntary of the deceased."

Ryan stepped sideways and stepped forward, his eyes resting on the dense gullies on the cover of the human skin cult, and then he raised his eyebrows suddenly.

Rubbing his chin, he said, "How many people are there?"

"About thirty."

"so much?"

Ryan was a little surprised.

However, he was surprised that this human skin cult is thick and thick, and the ugly and thick cover takes up most of it, and the things inside are quite barren.

"The makers of this book have adopted a superb technique beyond imagination."

"At that time, it was future technology."

The researcher explained: "Thirty people, the skin of the same part was shaved into a large area and extremely thin cortex, and 30 layers were superimposed to form the cover of this book."

"As for why the touch is so hard."

"We scanned and found that the inside of the cover was covered with hard bone."

Speaking of this, the researcher finally looked solemn.

"Operator Winster, this is the main reason why we invited you here today."

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Lane looked back.

"Thirty pieces of bone are put together like a puzzle."

The researcher turned out the tablet in his hand and presented the content to Ryan.

Ryan squinted and studied the scan carefully.

"finish watching."

He prompts the researcher.

"it is good."

The researcher nodded, then slid his finger and released another real shot.

Seeing the content above, Ryan slowly raised his head and stared at the researcher for a few seconds.

"A freshman in the academic department once came into contact with a "haunted" family during a weekend internship activity."

"Mission failed."

"It's not their fault, they are still rookies."

"Finally, the official operator went to the scene and found out."

Ryan took a deep breath and took the tablet from the researcher.

"Wow! Wow!"

Audio begins to play, the sound of a baby crying.

In the picture, a baby lying in the cradle is crying miserably.

"At first, the operator thought that the child kept crying because he felt something abnormal."

"Finally, he went through some probing."

Ryan will switch screens to the next picture, tap the picture with his finger, and start playing.

"Craniotomy."

Lane said.

"An expert from the medical department." The researcher nodded.

"Forehead, Lumen."

Ryan pulled the progress bar.

Finally, he hit pause.

The hunter's expression was cold.

"The bone, which is extremely similar to the jigsaw bones in the cult, was embedded in the baby's brain by someone in a vicious way."

The researcher took the tablet from Ryan, adjusted his glasses, and said, "There are a lot of similar things, do you want to see them?"

"never mind."

Lane shook his head.

"You just said that this human skin cult was made by someone voluntarily?"

"Yes." The researcher nodded.

"I guess a group with perverted beliefs, mass suicide, created this cult."

"and"

"It is very likely that there will be more than one."

Ryan asked tentatively.

"Correct answer." The researcher hugged the tablet and nodded.

"We speculate that since this complete cult is made from the skin of the same part of 30 people, the rest may be the other parts of these 30 people."

Anyway, the number should not be less than thirty people.

Lane was silent.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"When you go to work, just pay attention to the clues, and if you have the opportunity, bring them back." The researcher said.

"of course."

Ryan has a heart.

"Okay, you can leave now."

The researcher issued an eviction order.

"?"

"."

"You can leave." The researcher still had a face of ice cubes, and he looked at Ryan with a slightly puzzled tone.

"Could it be that you have something else?"

Ryan's expression was a little complicated.

The people in the R&D department are all freaks.

The outspokenness made him feel very awkward.

Can't say anything about them, because these guys have no fucking intentions!They just want to express: all that needs to be said has been said, and they can go about their own affairs, it's that simple!
"No, goodbye."

After sorting out his thoughts, Ryan turned his head.

"Operator Winston."

Just as Ryan turned to leave, the researcher suddenly stopped Ryan as if he had thought of something.

"?"

Ryan turned his head with a strange expression.

"Professor Heisenberg urged you to submit your report."

Ryan gasped for breath.

The researcher turned and returned to his work station, and began his work.

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"Human skin? Bone pieces?"

Her lazy voice is like an orange cat squinting in the sun.

This is a very bizarre metaphor, because in the single room in the library, there is neither the sun nor the orange cat.

But Ryan somehow thought of such an image.

The minister sat across the table, with their profiles facing the window.

It's spring, and the pattering rain falls from the dark clouds. The window of the library is opened a crack, and the rustling rain is not only not noisy, but brings a sense of tranquility.

Emilia hooked the silver-gray hair hanging from her temples behind Linglong's ears, her deep eyes stared out of the window, and her delicate face showed a hint of thought.

Turning his head, the pretty face that hit Ryan's strike zone smiled.

Different people can see different things from her smiling face.

What Ryan thought in his heart was the vixen.

The healthy teenager lolls his head down, his fingers resting on the silent keyboard, looking tangled.

Next to the screen is another profile.

"The magician Merlin and his evil tastes that are so boring."

"I have an impression."

Emilia folded her hands on her chest, squeezing the softness, ready to come out.

"At that time, there was a meeting."

"What was the content of the meeting?"

Ryan did not lift his head, frowning, typing on the keyboard with his fingers, and the characters jumped one after another. The rapidity of typing on the keyboard was his complaint against the trouble of reporting after the war.

"Discuss whether we should have a big purge."

"Hands down on the baby, it's too dark."

Human weakness.

Brief four-word summary.

Emilia said flatly.

"Is it finally implemented?"

Lane looked up and looked at the lips of the medical minister.

It is a very healthy color, crystal clear and moist and plump. When you look at it, you really want to make people sleep. No no, it is easy to remind people of a young girl who is immersed in a sweet dream.

"Executed."

Emilia spread her hands: "But we only caught a few lunatics—"

"To be precise, when we caught them, the sanity of these people was [burned] in an instant. They became crazy lunatics."

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Ryan thought of the assassin in the costume drama who hides poison in his mouth.

Once the assassination failed, he would bite the poison sac and commit suicide.

"After that, no such incidents happened. It seems that the people behind the scenes restrained their minions."

Emilia smiled sweetly and pursed her lips.

"so."

Ryan nodded and continued to write the report.

Looking at the information, while speaking, he racked his brains to express the content concisely, and said in his mouth:

"I don't know if the guy who killed this time is also the one who embedded the broken bones into the baby's head, whether it has anything to do with it—"

But soon, Ryan shook his head.

No, Wilder has been preparing for a long time. According to his own words, after being cursed by God, he began to wander aimlessly in the world.

It wasn't until the encounter with the human skin cult that he established a new belief.

The time when he came into contact with the cult should have been earlier than the time when the Holy Church discovered that the bones were embedded in the baby's head.

"Minister, when was your meeting?"

Ryan looked up.

"For a long time."

"I remember that I entered the medical department as an intern ahead of schedule with the No.1 grade in the medical department of the academic department."

Emilia replied subconsciously: "In the first month of entering the medical department, I encountered such a thing. I was with the teacher at the time, and I was fortunate to participate in that meeting."

"Thinking about it carefully, it has been about six or seven years."

Emilia's voice stopped suddenly.

She narrowed her eyes slowly.

"You seem to care."

The expression on his face was a little dangerous.

"The academic department, the No.1 medical department, will enter the medical department early in the junior year, am I right, minister?"

Ryan said lightly without raising his head.

"Correct."

"My question is, shouldn't that senior brother or sister this year follow you, Minister?"

Lane has a weird voice.

Minister Emilia fishes and paddles every day, who will teach her?

"My teacher hasn't retired yet, Operator Winster."

Emilia looked directly at Ryan's face and said viciously: "You just looked at the lips of a woman who is almost 30 years old for a long time."

"I also like watching the Mona Lisa."

"She's hundreds of years old."

Ryan raised his head and met the minister's eyes.

Then he lowered his head again, preparing to write the end of the report.

"Hehe, Mona Lisa."

Emilia narrowed her eyes and asked in a suspicious voice: "I didn't expect Ryan Winster to know art appreciation?"

"How about I suggest that the professors from the academic department test your appreciation skills?"

"No, in that case, I will probably piss the professor off."

Ryan typed his name and finished the damn thing.

There is a cup of coffee next to it, which Emilia made just now, and it is a little cold now, but for Ryan, everything is just right.

"I just have a pair of eyes that discover and appreciate beauty."

Ryan took a sip of his coffee, serious.

"It's human nature."

Emilia pursed her lips, clenched her hands uncomfortably, with a smile on her face: "Very good at talking, Operator Winster."

"Can you tell me, why are you single so far?"

Ryan put down his coffee cup.

"Because my youthful appearance hides a mature soul."

"So?" Emilia asked with a smile.

"If I'm in a relationship with a girl I like, it's against the law."

"Breaking the law?" Emilia was taken aback.

"It's not me, it's the other party." Ryan added.

"You are very humorous."

"just kidding."

Ryan shrugged and said, "Because I have only stabbed all the damned demons to death in my head for the first half of my life."

"I hope to use their wailing to honor the dead."

Ryan's voice fell calmly.

Emilia smiled suddenly, the corners of her charming mouth curled into a smile, her mature and graceful body leaned forward slowly, and her outstretched slender fingers were shining brightly.

Emilia's eyes were like crescent moons, and the corners of her lips were crystal clear, and the rippling smile shimmered like pearls.

Finger poked Ryan's forehead.

She looked at Ryan's weird expression and said:
"After reading your information, I think you are a perfect research material."

"What's the subject?" Ryan avoided her fingertips.

"A child who has suffered severe psychological trauma has almost closed his heart and has almost no normal communication."

"However, it is such a person, overnight."

"Became a normal person who likes to joke and even knows how to say sweet words to girls."

"Did someone close your painful memory?"

Emilia shook her head meaningfully.

"But you face your painful past all the time, don't you?"

"Could it be that someone has changed?"

(End of this chapter)