Master a little skill every day

The servant came over and poured the tea, then left the restaurant, seemingly going to the second floor to clean up, avoiding the conversation between the two.

When Bai Miao heard this, he felt that something was interesting.

"Have you had breakfast? I still have some bread here, if you don't mind..."

"Thank you Miss Hurst."

"Are all hunters like you, informal?"

Hester was amused by Bai Miao's indifferent attitude: "Are you having breakfast with me at my widow's house?"

"Just think of me as a doctor and ask about the patient's condition during breakfast time. Even if word gets out, others will only think that I am a very responsible doctor. I don't even forget to diagnose the condition while eating."

Bai Miao took one bite of bread and ate it up quickly.

“Very fragrant bread.”

After a sip of hot tea, breakfast is done.

"Well, actually when I saw the news, I really didn't think much about it, but after some memories were recalled yesterday, you asked again... I can indeed give you some direction."

"Please say."

"The first one is the Dracula clan. It's not difficult to drain their blood... But they are all in the snowy mountains now. I feel it is unlikely that they will come to Ya'er City."

Bai Miao nodded: "Yes, it is unlikely that Dracula's people will come to Yaer City, and they will not just choose the two of them, let alone leave the informer information. The murderer must know Abyss Street, and A person with deep connections. He wants to keep Abyss Street secret, at least he doesn’t want Abyss Street to be known to the public.”

None of the rickshaw drivers who claim to have traveled all over Yal City have heard of Abyss Street, which shows that Abyss Street only exists in the circle of a few people.

"Another possibility is that... the doctor who treated my great-grandfather had a technique for blood extraction and blood transfusion. Later, after he was disqualified as a doctor, his technique did not spread, but was passed on to His descendants. I'm thinking...if he knew about the changes in his great-grandfather's body after the blood transfusion, would he not be able to resist the temptation and make the same transformation on himself? "

"What's the doctor's name?"

"Doctor Morrie, Jack Morrie, but I don't know what the current situation of his descendants is."

"Hmm...very useful clue, thank you."

"As long as I can help you."

Hester picked up the coffee and continued to taste it. It could be seen that her mental condition was getting better and better.

After getting the clue, Bai Miao didn't stay any longer and returned to the clinic to prepare for opening.

Catching the murderer will lead to deeper access to information about Abyss Street, which is also an important line.

Bai Miao currently has no shortage of ideas for clearing the dungeon, but Bai Miao is by no means satisfied with just clearing the level.

This time with the help of Favre and Lecter, Bai Miao firmly believed that what he would face in the next copy would be beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

If we don’t try our best to explore branch lines in this copy and understand the background of this world as much as possible, I’m afraid we won’t have so much time and opportunity in the next copy.

In the process of diagnosing new patients in the clinic, Bai Miao kept improving his spiritual value, and at the same time asked them if they had heard of the name Dr. Mori, a doctor banned by the censorship committee?

After all, Dr. Morrie was also a figure more than 100 years ago.

Someone suggested that Bai Miao could go to the ethics review committee. The review committee would have the files of corresponding doctors for inquiry, and he could even recommend them to Bai Miao.

When asked about this person's relationship, he said with some pride that he had a nephew who worked in the censorship committee and his position was not low.

Bai Miao was speechless.

Sure enough, relationships are important wherever they are.

So the two made an appointment to meet at the entrance of the review meeting early tomorrow morning.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Osborne."

"No, Dr. Moriarty, you can cure my facial muscle stiffness after dental surgery. I can't thank you enough."

If his family hadn't strongly suggested giving it a try, he might not have come.

Osborne's facial paralysis had been bothering him for many years, but it was resolved in Bai Miao in less than an hour.

It made him wish he had come here a few days earlier.

After sending Osborne away, Bai Miao chose to close the stall.

The spiritual value finally broke through the 50 mark, and Bai Miao felt that there were some changes everywhere he could see.

Bai Miao saw a double image.

A coffee table, a sofa, and Bai Miao could see another vague shadow.

The hallucination of Abyss Street that occurred every day never appeared again.

Another problem posed in front of Bai Miao was that even without using psychoanalysis, Bai Miao could still see the mental bodies of most people in Ya'er City.

This means that if you continue to use psychoanalysis on ordinary people, your mental power will not be consumed, and your spiritual value will not continue to increase.

Only by conducting psychoanalysis on higher-level beings such as dependents can there be a chance to improve the spiritual value.

If it were an ordinary person, looking at such scenes all day long, they would have a nervous breakdown within a short period of time.

It was only because Bai Miao was mentally tough now that he was able to persevere.

But this also made Bai Miao even more curious about the scene in Dr. Lecter's eyes.

If the spiritual value reaches 100... there should be another improvement...

Bai Miao now adheres to the philosophy of going to bed early if he can.

Every moment with his eyes open is a challenge to Bai Miao's spirit.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang again.

Bai Miao walked downstairs impatiently and opened the door, only to find Dr. Lecter outside.

There was no shadow of the Plague Doctor behind Dr. Lecter, and Bai Miao suspected that even if he used psychoanalysis, he might not be able to see it.

Last time I could see that most of the reasons were still revealed by Lecter on his own initiative.

Lecter smiled slightly: "You seem to have reached a new dimension with psychoanalysis, but this is not enough to see through the essence of Yare City."

With that said, Lecter dug into his pocket and took out a small bag of biscuits: "These are the biscuits I just baked today. I want to hear your suggestions for further improvements."

Bai Miao reluctantly took the cookie, but the system popped up prop information.

【Lecter Handmade Biscuits】

[Introduction: Biscuits made by Lecter, a psychiatrist on Vic Street.

The raw materials used in this biscuit are definitely not easily available to ordinary people, but Lecter has perfectly matched these raw materials with the materials required for ordinary biscuits.

After eating, it can restore 10% of the maximum mental value within 20 seconds.

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[Status: fresh (will not spoil)]

[Rating: He]

1、2、3、4……25块？

25 cookies rated He?

Bai Miao almost wanted to recognize Lecter as his godfather.

This thing restores mental energy based on a percentage!

Bai Miao has only seen the percentage effect on Aleph-level props.

Now it was actually made into wholesale recovery food by Lecter?

Bai Miao really couldn't understand Lecter's methods.

"Come on, try it."

Lecter looked at Bai Miao expectantly, and Bai Miao had no choice but to eat a piece with heartache.

There are only 24 left.

When the biscuit enters your mouth, a refreshing taste bursts on the tip of your tongue, and immediately passes through your mouth and goes straight into your brain.

The taste came second, and the spiritual satisfaction made Bai Miao raise his eyebrows subconsciously.

"It's delicious! May I ask what ingredients are added to it? If possible, I would like to make it at home."

Faced with Bai Miao's request, Lecter just smiled and said, "As long as you like it."

After finishing speaking, Lecter walked towards the street: "I have to share some with other neighbors. As for the formula, I am still perfecting it. I will let you know when it is perfected."

Bai Miao put away the biscuits in his hands, thinking that even if Lecter didn't give him the formula, he could let the officials analyze it after he returned.

If this thing could be mass-produced, the item that consumes mental power to attack would probably become the most important weapon!

Chapter 187 Descendants of the Slums

"Good morning, Mr. Osborne."

Early the next morning, Bai Miao and Osborne met in front of the gate of the Ethics Review Committee.

After the two briefly exchanged greetings, Osborne took Bai Miao into the gate of the review meeting.

The internal structure of the review committee is roughly divided into two parts, the law enforcement department and the supervision department.

The supervisory department is composed of ordinary people in Yar City. They will regularly check the medical records of doctors in Yar City and visit patients to understand whether their treatment process is inconsistent with the medical records.

Of course, there are also professionals who understand medicine who analyze the ethical feasibility of new technologies that appear every day.

If they find something suspicious, they will have special personnel to further investigate. Once sufficient evidence is obtained, law enforcement agencies will be dispatched.

So once the law enforcement agencies show up, it means that they already have evidence in their hands, and very few doctors can escape punishment.

They basically don't make misjudgments.

It can be said that the review meeting is the hunter of doctors.

Many little-known doctors who hoped to become famous by using extreme techniques were killed in the cradle.

With Osborne's help, Bai Miao successfully obtained Dr. Mori's file information.

Dr. Mori used to live in the southern area of ​​​​Yare. Now the southern area has become a slum. Many people who come to Yare to seek medical treatment and lack a place to stay rent low-cost apartments in the southern area and work odd jobs while doing so. Find a doctor.

Most people think that if one day a doctor suddenly takes a fancy to their disease and is willing to participate in the research and development of new medical technologies, they can save high treatment costs and receive a large sum of money.

Moreover, Dr. Murray has two sons, and his descendants should now be active in the southern region.

It is not difficult for Bai Miao to find Dr. Mori's descendants in the huge crowd.

After having a rough name and activity area, Bai Miao can determine the opponent's location through pathfinding.

The current pathfinding skill level cannot find a person's location out of thin air. In many cases, some prerequisite information is needed.

The information found in the review meeting was enough for Bai Miao to find someone.

The carriage driver hesitated when he heard that Bai Miao planned to go to the slums in the southern region.

That place has always been a forbidden area for carriage drivers.

People who are rich enough to ride a carriage generally don't take the initiative to go to the south. People in the south don't have the money to ride a carriage.

Bai Miao held two echoes between his fingers and handed them to the coachman: "Are you going?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The coachman knew that he had met a doctor.

Only doctors would be generous enough to go to the southern regions.

They would recruit people in the slums to volunteer for experiments.

Before the carriage reached the area Bai Miao wanted, the sound of horse hooves attracted a large group of people. They wore tattered clothes and messy hair, showing off their frail bodies to Bai Miao.

"Doctor! Please choose me! I voluntarily become a research subject, no one is forcing me!"

"Doctor! I am willing too! I suffer from several tumors, whether it is used as training material for your intern doctors or for biopsy research!!"

"Choose me!"

Such a huge crowd crowded around the carriage, making it difficult for the carriage to move forward. The coachman had no choice but to say to Bai Miao: "Doctor...do you think you can choose one quickly? That way we can get rid of this group of people."

Since the spiritual value has exceeded the fifty level, Bai Miao no longer needs to use psychoanalysis one by one to see the mental state of this group of ordinary people.

Almost everyone's mental body was distorted beyond human shape, with pustules and hyperplasia of limbs growing randomly. Bai Miao could vaguely hear the whine of these mental bodies.