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"So, think about it now, what is special about you?"

The man gently throated again, coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaned against the wall, and looked at Jessica calmly.

This guy is naturally Mr. Porter, patient zero.

As Charles has always emphasized, he is to study the nature of magical creatures, the nature of magic, not to torture for the sake of torture.

Naturally, Mr. Porter would not be tortured into a human form within a few days.

In fact, during this period of time, apart from a few branches of blood taken from Mr. Porter, even the observation of cells was obtained by oral cavity cells.

The treatment is countless times better than in the hands of voodoo.

Although the voodoo will not torture him, just think about what kind of guys the voodoo is made of. Mr. Potter is a white man, and staying in the voodoo itself is already a torture. .

"We have no special place."

Jessica understood what Mr. Potter meant.

Although I still don't believe it very much, I have understood their actual situation.

However, they are really just ordinary people.

"Whatever you say."

Potter didn't mind her answer.

He was curious, but he didn't have to understand it. Besides, what happened to ordinary people, ordinary people, is also very valuable.

Because once the research of the evil wizard has progressed, how to verify it.

At this time, ordinary people are naturally useful.

Mr. Potter has a long-term view.

"When can we see Xia, Charles."

Jessica asked again quickly.

"Breakfast and dinner."

Mr. Potter replied.

He knew that people like Jessica hadn't given up on it.

"Two meals a day, if you are not hungry, but the taste is very ordinary, I suspect that guy may be an Englishman."

Jessica finally calmed down.

She sat on the ground silently, looking at the ground, in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

………

Above, the corpse of a mutant creature was placed in front of Shire.

Next to him, Madison looked disgusted.

"Bah!"

As the scalpel cut through the dirty chest skin of the mutant creature, a stream of foul-smelling blood spurted out instantly.

Madison, wearing goggles, drew far away, pinching his nose, looking at the pretentious Shire, and couldn't help but vomit.

"I don't know what exactly you are studying."

"But are you sure it makes sense to do this?"

The harvest is great, it can be called a bumper harvest.

Not only did it replenish a lot of ordinary people in one breath, but also a family of mutant creatures.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is Shire's experimental standards.

After all, he was not a professional researcher. He didn't know anything about biology, chemistry, or other fields.

Even in the field of magical potions, he has accumulated a lot of experience in matching by brushing formulas to drop them, and he has rich experimental experience.

Don't look at his scalpel shaking at all, but after the incision, Madison suspected that Shire might not even be able to distinguish the internal organs.

This is normal.

The real object and the illustrated illustration are completely different.

"Damn it."

Charles exhaled deeply in the state of bubble head curse.

After smearing the blood, he looked at the pool of blood mixed with other unknown liquids in front of him, and looked a little at a loss as if it was a big pot of tomato soup.

Yes, like Madison said, he can't even distinguish the most basic organs.

Before, he only had Patient Zero in his hand. The Saint Child was special. Jason had only half of his arm, and he didn't know how to do high-end operations like planing.

Now that he had the corpse of the mutant creature in his hand, Shire could try it.

Then he realized that it was completely different from the basic anti-planing theory before going to bed last night. The heart, kidneys, lungs... where are they all!

Could it be Madison who secretly stuffed Forgotten Grass under his pillow?

Charles was silent with the scalpel.

Although mutant creatures are mutant creatures, before they mutated, they were also human beings. Although there have been changes, they won't change much if they want to.

He couldn't recognize it at all.

Seeing Shire's blankness, Madison in the distance laughed louder.

But soon she came up with a great idea.

"I will give you a reference."

She said.

"what?"

Charles turned his head slightly sluggishly.

"A normal human."

"As a comparison."

"I think Jessica is good."

"She looks so beautiful, and her intestines will definitely be more beautiful than normal people, right?"

Madison's malice is not concealed at all.

Charles recovered from the confusion, he thought for a moment.

"Yes, but bring Franny here."

"I think Jessica is better."

"It's Franny."

"Ok."

Madison shrugged reluctantly, turned and walked to the side door.

While Madison was in the dungeon, Charles pulled off his rubber gloves and lit his magic wand to fix the shaved corpse in front of him so that the internal organs would not be displaced due to the open air.

I have to say that he did encounter a problem.

Although he had been mentally prepared before, in fact, after the hand, Charles found that it was far more difficult than imagined.

Science and magic are completely different fields, and whether it is the former or the latter, he is actually only a little knowledgeable.

Even if it is magic, he has a lot of game experience, proficient in various spells, unpopular magic, weird knowledge and hidden secrets.

An experiment on the nature of magic?

In the game, it is the core of system computing, there is nothing to study.

The initial experiments used a lot of conventional biological knowledge. Shire is not a biology major. After this period of experimentation, he found that he was not a genius by analogy.

It is very difficult for Charles to reach the level of a normal researcher with more than ten years of education in just a few days.

Fortunately, it is not impossible.

He still has a system.

Similar discoveries should be prompted in the system, just like learning a new magic by self-study, or successfully improving a certain magic.

Of course, there is no hint so far, and Shire doesn't know if this road is blocked, or if he hasn't encountered it for the time being.

With system prompts, it is equivalent to one-step transformation of incomprehensible knowledge. On this basis, understanding is much easier.

If this road fails, there is no other way.

Charles is not proficient in these aspects of knowledge, but someone is proficient, they should be willing to help if they want to come.

"Om."

The notebook in his arms suddenly vibrated.

Charles calmly pulled off another rubber glove and leaned against the swivel chair. UU read www.uukanshu.com with his legs up, took out the notebook, and lay it out in his hands.

At this time, the notebook skin has become a basic solution.

Yes, Madison can see Charles holding on to basic analytic learning every day, except that he is actually watching real analytic learning sometimes, at least two-thirds of the time, in fact I was chatting with Hermione and her sister group.

The country of Jasmine, Aisha, and Arlo is very safe. The princesses can go for a drive occasionally, but the world of Baixue, Ella and others is still potentially threatening.

Most of the time, they still can only stay in the tree house to be a little house girl.

The princesses are synaesthetic, and the way of communication is much more convenient than oral. At this time, there is a knowledgeable person like Shire who can be a strong backing and has a special relationship with their little sister, Hermione. You can also say Being the only external communicator is extremely precious.

So besides Hermione, everyone else would often chat with him.

At this time, Charles would thank the alchemy boss hidden in France more than once.

If it weren't for his ingenious invention, the notebook is so concealed that it can achieve the effect of black under the lights. If it is replaced with a mobile phone, I am afraid he would have overturned.

After all, even if the princesses didn't talk much, they would accumulate a few words every day, they would take up a lot of Shire's time, and it would be easy to be suspected.

Holding a mobile phone and chatting every day, Madison might turn his face even if it happens every time. What's more, the current Madison has been immersed in Hollywood in the future, and she was really eaten by a dog a long time ago.

Now she also has a bit of romantic longing and second grade in her heart.

So, thanks to the perfect disguise of the notebook, it turns out that men understand men better.

The alchemy boss who tried to start a communication revolution in the magical world when he was young:?