Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1294 1266. Pills
Lan En walked into the dark alley.

Under the effect of the magic potion, the glowing cat's eyes could see the scene clearly.

He first took off his Smaug's gauntlets, exposing his flexible and accurate fingers.

Then, as he walked inside, he took out the medical equipment set that he always prepared from the alchemical leather bag on his waist.

He placed the entire set of equipment on the piled tombstones on both sides of the alley.

Then a glass test tube and a surgical knife were pulled out.

Gray blood disease, beast disease, sacred blood, blood therapy. It seems that as long as it is related to Yharnam, "blood" must be mentioned.

Lan En's target was nothing else but the blood of those patients whose gray blood disease had progressed to the final stage and died.

There is no doubt that this scene has been cleaned up by the Healing Church.

But just to make the atmosphere in the city less bad and hopeless, they cleaned up that small section at the entrance of the alley.

It's just that when people pass by and take a look inside, they won't immediately realize what's going on here.

But in fact, just take two more steps into the shadows. In a plague, if the manager has no control ability, then there will be countless scenes that cannot be cleaned up.

They even didn't dare to send anyone to clean it up.

Since the Healing Church has already cleaned up the area of ​​a few steps at the entrance of the alley, the remaining mess can basically be attributed to the fact that they were too lazy to clean it up.

How many people die of gray blood disease in this city every day? Who has the ability to clean them all up?

Lan En knelt down on one knee, looking 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 gray-blood patient's body when it was dragged and cleaned by the mentally retarded giant.

The blood looks like sesame paste after brewing.

Gray and sticky.

Even after being exposed in an open environment outside the body for such a long time, it only appeared more viscous, tending towards solidity but not completely drying up.

The scalpel in Lan En's hand made a sticky sound like stirring batter in the gray blood.

With a light and precise movement, he moved the blade of the scalpel that had scooped out the blood to the mouth of the test tube, and the sticky gray blood, which had already clumped together, slid down the wall of the test tube.

Seal and keep.

In order to ensure the sample size, Lan En drew three more test tubes and collected gray blood from three different places in turn, which ensured that he would not collect blood from only one person.

This is the trace in the alley. In the dim shadows, the tall and armored demon hunter pushed open the door that was ajar.

Walked into the 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.

The house still retains the Victorian decorative style, with wooden furniture and floors, and kerosene lamps on the walls that are 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, mixed with the patient's saliva, sweat or some other liquid, turning it into a filthy mess.

Used dishes piled up in the sink, and even the metal ones were moldy from the food residue on them.

The plague did not kill this family instantly.

It first weakens people, and then kills them in a process of progressively more severe weakening.

The family was sick with the plague, and no one wanted to help them, and they were not allowed to come out by the people around them.

So he could only bear it in despair, relying on the relief from the Healing Church to survive, and at the same time praying that he could survive the gray blood disease until a place became vacant in the research hall of the Healing Church.

But of course, none of them got there.

Lan En didn't know whether to feel sad about their death from illness or to be glad for their "relatively painless" death.

The witcher squatted in the corner of the house, his hands casually rummaging through a cloth bag.

The cloth bag had the emblem of the Healing Church on it, and inside it were some food such as dry bread, air-dried sausages, and blood sausage.

The family was infected with the plague, but while the Healing Church did not allow them to leave their homes, it also made sure they did not die of hunger.

Lan En searched the house, hoping to find some crucial clues.

But the house was already in a mess. After all, you couldn't expect a whole family to remain calm and clean when they were infected by the plague and seeing people getting closer to death day by day.

So there was furniture everywhere that had been smashed in anger and fear, and the floor was dirty, with miscellaneous items and various pills scattered all over the floor.

Although Lan En had the help of Mentos and was very careful in every search, the messy environment still caused him a lot of obstacles and he did not find anything valuable.

Until Lan En was walking down the stairs from the first floor to the second floor, he heard a very slight "click" sound on the stairs.

The witcher didn't care at first.

Because there were so many trivial things on the ground in this house, it was normal for them to break and make noises when his boots stepped on them.

It must be that he has sharp hearing, otherwise most people probably wouldn't notice it.

But just as Lan took another step up the stairs
"Suck~"

His body suddenly stopped on the stairs, and his nostrils flared with a look of doubt. Lan En sniffed again uncertainly, and finally shifted his gaze to his feet.

The boots with smooth lines of the external armor plates were gently moved aside, and as Lan En looked down, a small triangle bag wrapped in oil paper appeared from under his boots.

The oil paper bag had been crushed by the boots, revealing several broken white tablets inside.

The witcher took two steps back on the wooden stairs and bent down just enough to examine the small pills carefully.

But the most important thing is his nose, which he twitched seriously many times.

“The taste of this pill”

The witcher muttered.

As he spoke, Lan En's hand subconsciously touched the test tubes of blood he had just collected from the gray blood patients.

The messy and dilapidated room had a complex smell, including the smell of rotten and moldy food, the residual body odor of the patient before his death, and the smell of kerosene lamps.
But with the demon hunter's targeted extraordinary senses and Mentos' 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 were still some distance away from here.

But these broken little pills smell exactly like the blood of patients with gray blood!

Lan En's fingers pinched a small pill that was broken into two pieces through a piece of paper.

The appearance of the tablet is very common, which is the appearance of white medicine powder pressed into tablets.

But consider what the blood of those gray blood patients looks like.

If their blood were dried, ground into powder, and mixed into pills, it might really look normal.

But if the blood of patients with gray blood is really processed into this process.
"That can't be the smell of blood from the patient sticking to the tablet, sir. That smell came out when you crushed the tablet."

Mentos stated calmly in his mind.

"Something was added during the production of the pills, which means it was artificial."

Man-made plague?

The demon hunter's expression remained unchanged. In fact, he had been mentally prepared for this.

I just didn't expect that the plague could be transmitted by being made into pills?
And this pill
Lan En's fingers fiddled with the small triangle of oil paper that had been torn by his boot.

At the same time, his other hand took out another small triangle of oil paper from his body.

This was given to him by the man in red robe when he came out of the Good Golden Cup Church.

It is said to be the 'last help we can give'.

Could this be a means of spreading the plague?
Is the rampant leukemia the work of the Good Golden Cup Church?

If it were an ordinary person, at this time, under the influence of anger, he would basically have 70% to 80% doubt.

But Lan En's eyes were serious.

He first put the tablet on the stair step that had been confirmed to be problematic and the oil paper bag into a test tube and sealed them.

Then he opened the small triangle of oil paper given to him by the man in red robe and poured out a pill from it.

This was the first time he opened it and looked at the small pill in Henrik's mouth that said "It's useless for the plague, but it can be used to detoxify."

The appearance is exactly the same as the pill on the ground just now.

But after breaking the pill, the witcher's keen sense of smell could not detect the slightest smell of the blood of a gray-blood patient even when he got close to it.

At this point, Lan En's eyes revealed a look of assurance.

If we can judge who did something just by looking at the surface traces, then the world would be too simple.

Misleading, disguising, and cross-dressing. There are many ways to fight and destroy.

Hot-bloodedness and impulsiveness are the traits that are most easily manipulated.

Fortunately, whether in terms of knowledge or experience, Lan En is not the kind of person who can be easily fooled.

His eyes, which had brightened slightly due to drinking the potion, looked around the dilapidated house as he stood on the stairs.

"The small pills from the Good Golden Cup Church have little effect on the plague. They can only remove some of the poison. This should be clear to the people of Yharnam now."

“Because of this, the reputation and control of the Good Golden Cup Church in Yharnam 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 the oil paper.

"But now is a time of plague. As long as there is something that can give people a little peace of mind, everyone will look for it and use it."

"So let alone these pills which have some detoxification ability."

With a preventive mentality, I guess many people in Yanan have eaten a lot.

But if the pills you take are really those distributed by the Good Golden Cup Church, then at most it will just increase the burden on your kidneys to metabolize the drugs.

But if you eat this kind of thing
Lan En does not have the conditions to study gray blood disease, which is rampant in Old Yharnam. He does not know how this disease is transmitted and how it causes disease.

However, they released pills mixed with the blood of gray blood patients and made them look like Good Cup Church pills.
(End of this chapter)