Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1294 1266. Pills

Lan En walked into the dark alley.

The glowing cat eyes, under the effect of the potion, saw the scene clearly.

He first took off his [Smaug] gauntlet, exposing his flexible and accurate fingers.

He then walked inside and took out the medical equipment set that he always prepared from the alchemical leather bag on his waist.

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

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

Gray blood disease, beast disease, sacred blood, blood therapy. It seems that as long as it is related to Yharnam, it has to mention "blood".

Lan En's goal is nothing else, that is, the blood of these patients who have died of gray blood disease in the final stage.

This scene has undoubtedly been cleaned up by the Church of Healing.

But it was just to make the atmosphere in the city not so bad and desperate, and cleaned up the small section at the entrance of the alley.

It's just that people passing by and looking inside won't react directly to what happened here.

But in fact, as long as you walk a few more steps into the shadow. In a plague, if the manager has no control ability, then there are many scenes that cannot be cleaned up.

They even dare not send people to clean up.

Since the Healing Church has already cleaned up the few steps at the entrance of the alley, the remaining mess can basically be considered that they are too lazy to clean up.

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

Lan En knelt on one knee and leaned down, his eyes carefully looking at the traces on the ground.

Just like what he saw with his own eyes that day, when the bodies of gray blood patients were dragged and cleaned by the mentally retarded giant, a lot of blood flowed out.

The blood looked like sesame paste after brewing.

Gray and sticky.

Even after being exposed in the open environment outside the body for so long, it only appeared more sticky, tending to be solid but not completely dry.

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

With a light and precise hand, he scraped the blade of the scalpel that dug out the blood to the mouth of the test tube, and the sticky gray blood that had already formed a clumping slid down the wall of the test tube.

Seal it and put it away.

In order to ensure the sample volume, Lan 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 dark shadows, the tall and armored demon hunter pushed open the door that had been half-closed.

Walked into the house in this alley.

Lan frowned and waved his hands left and right in front of his face to drive away the dust and stench.

The house still has the Victorian decoration style, wooden furniture and floors, and a kerosene lamp on the wall that is no longer lit.

But the textile tablecloth was already dirty, with 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 mess.

Used dishes piled up in the sink, and even metal products were moldy because of the food residue on them.

The plague did not take the lives of this family instantly.

It first weakened people, and then killed them in a step-by-step, more severe weakening.

The family had the plague, and no one wanted to help them, and they were not allowed to go out by the people around them.

So they could only desperately bear it, relying on the relief of the Healing Church to survive, and praying that they could survive the gray blood disease, at least until the research hall of the Healing Church vacated a place.

But there is no doubt that none of them waited.

Let Lan En not know whether to be sad for their death or to be glad for their "relatively quick" death.

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

The cloth bag has the emblem of the Healing Church, and inside it are some dry bread, air-dried sausages, blood sausage and other foods.

The family was infected with the plague, but the Healing Church would not allow them to go out, but they must ensure that they would not die of hunger.

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

But the house was already in a mess. After all, you can't expect a family infected with the plague, who are getting closer and closer to death day by day, to remain calm and clean.

So there were furniture smashed in anger and fear everywhere, as well as dirty floors, scattered debris and various pills.

Although Lan En had the help of Mentos, every search was very detailed, but this messy environment still caused a lot of obstacles for him, and he didn't find anything valuable.

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

The demon hunter didn't care at first.

Because there were too many trivial things on the ground in this house, it was normal for his boots to crush and make noises after stepping on them.

That is to say, he has sharp hearing, otherwise most people probably wouldn't notice it.

But just as Lan En took another step up the stairs

"Sniff~"

His body suddenly stopped on the stairs, and his nostrils twitched, with a look of surprise.

Lan En sniffed again uncertainly, and finally shifted his gaze to his feet.

The boots with smooth lines of external armor plates were gently moved away. Under Lan En's gaze, a small oil-paper triangle bag was revealed from the bottom of his boots.

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

The demon hunter took two steps back on the wooden stairs, leaning down just enough to observe these small pills carefully.

But the most important thing was his nose that twitched carefully many times.

"The smell of this pill"

The demon hunter murmured.

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

The messy and dilapidated room had a complex smell, the smell of rotten and moldy food, the residual body odor of the patients before their death, and the smell of kerosene lamps.

But with the demon hunter's targeted extraordinary senses and the correction of Mentos's olfactory data, 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 the gray blood patients in other places were still some distance away from here.

But these broken small tablets smelled exactly like the blood of gray blood patients!

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

The appearance of the tablets is very common, just like white powder pressed into tablets.

But considering the appearance of the blood of those gray blood patients.

If their blood is dried and ground into powder and mixed into tablets, the appearance may really be normal.

But if the blood of gray blood patients is really processed in this way.

"This can't be the smell of the patient's blood sticking to the tablets, sir. This smell leaked out after you crushed the tablets."

Mentos stated calmly in his mind.

"This is something added during the production of the tablets, which means it is artificial."

Artificial. Plague?

The demon hunter's face did not change. He had actually been mentally prepared for this.

But he didn't expect that the transmission route of the plague was to be made into tablets?

Moreover, this kind of pill

Lan En's fingers fiddled with the small triangle of oil paper crushed by his boots.

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 red-robed man when he came out of the Good Golden Cup Church.

He said it was the "last help he could give."

Could this be a means of spreading the plague?

Is the rampant gray blood disease the work of the Good Golden Cup Church?

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

But Lan En's eyes were condensed.

He first put the tablets and oil paper bags on the stairs that had been confirmed to be problematic into the test tube and sealed them.

Then he opened the small triangle of oil paper given by the red-robed man in his hand and poured out a pill from it.

This was the first time he opened it to see the small pill in Henryk's mouth that was "useless for plague, but good for detoxification."

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

But after breaking the pill, the demon hunter's keen sense of smell, even if he smelled it up close, did not smell the blood of the gray-blooded patient at all.

At this point, Lan En's eyes showed a look of as expected.

If we can judge who did something by just looking at the surface traces, this world is too simple.

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

Hot-bloodedness and impulse are the characteristics that are most easily fooled.

Fortunately, regardless of his knowledge or experience, Lan En is not the kind of person who can be easily fooled.

His eyes, which were slightly brighter because of drinking the potion, stood on the stairs and looked around the dilapidated house.

"The small pills of the Good Golden Cup Church have little effect on the plague, and can only detoxify a little. This should be clear to the people of Yharnam now."

"It is precisely because of this that 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 raised the test tube containing the pills and oil paper.

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

"So these pills that have some detoxification ability are not to mention."

With a preventive mentality, it is estimated that many people in Yharnam have taken a lot.

But if they really took the pills issued by the Good Golden Cup Church, at most it would increase the kidney's metabolic burden on the drug.

But if they took this kind of thing

Lan En has no conditions to study gray blood disease, a disease that is rampant in Old Yharnam. He doesn't know how this disease is transmitted and how it causes disease.

But the pills mixed with the blood of gray blood patients were released, and they were made to look like pills from the Good Golden Cup Church.