Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　Because tomorrow is the reading festival, Dad let Jenkins off work in advance, which is considered to celebrate the festival in advance. Arranged to meet at the church tomorrow afternoon, Jenkins left the warm shop.

　　 shivered fiercely, and the chocolate was so frightened. Jenkins is now saving a lot, but he also knows that it is best to save money before finding a way to make money with money. It has been almost a month since he got the 8,000 pounds. He has been paying attention to the newspaper every day, and he is also asking others to inquire, but he has not yet found a reliable investment channel.

Chapter 234 The Invitation of Nightlife

　　 The weather turns cold, and the warm knitted sweater Jenkins is now wearing is still knitted by Mary before he moved out of the Williams house. As the temperature drops, the sweater should be eliminated. But fortunately, after obtaining the gift [Indestructible Fire], he found that his cold resistance ability had been greatly enhanced. Just like when encountering a negative state, the purification candle will take the initiative to play its role. At the end of the cold autumn, the unquenchable flame is constantly beating and burning in Jenkins's heart.

　　 Today is Wednesday, I should have lectured in church. But tomorrow is the reading day, the church needs decoration and decoration to welcome the most important day of the year, so today’s evening class will be suspended once, and Jenkins can go home and rest.

The fireplace at home has been cleaned up. I originally planned to take advantage of the time today to go to the market to see if there are charcoal or wood burning at the right price. But after a few steps, I saw Burns through the choking fog. The professor was standing in the alley waiting for him in a heavy black double-breasted coat.

　　 The collar of the coat is velvet, covering half of the professor's face. He kept rubbing his hands, saw Jenkins, and immediately waved his hands and walked up.

　　 "Professor, I remember going to the college tomorrow, don't you need to remind me again?"

　　 Jenkins jokingly greeted him. The professor shivered and waved at him. Then the two came to a nearby bar. It is not time to get off work. The sailors or single idlers in the dock area are all working, and there are very few people here. After drinking a cup of warm butter beer, the professor can be considered to be relieved.

　　 "Are you okay?"

Although Professor 　　 is getting older, according to what he knows, his bones are probably stronger than Jenkins.

　　 "It's okay."

Professor 　　 whispered, as he opened his mouth, a frost was actually sprayed out. He shivered suddenly, and his originally pale face immediately became rosy.

　　 "It's okay, I got a punch in a fight with someone last night. Hiss, that woman ran too fast, she wanted to be a profiteer and lied to me..."

　　 "It seems that the professor's nightlife is also very rich."

　　 Thinking in his heart, he took a sip of the hot tea in front of him. When buying a drink at the bar just now, when the bartender heard that what Jenkins asked for was tea, he almost thought he had come to provoke him on purpose, but fortunately he took the money and paid the bill in time.

　　 "Professor, reach out to me."

　　 He turned his head and looked around, whispering. Although Professor Burns was puzzled, he did not hesitate.

　　 Pointed his finger on the professor's dry palm, first activated [Contact Therapy], but there was no response. This shows that the professor has no physical hidden injuries. Afterwards, carefully mobilizing the inextinguishable fire to the skin under the fingertips, Professor Burns immediately groaned/groaned, and then withdrew his hand.

　　 "Huh~ It's much more comfortable."

　　 He tore open the neckline of the exaggerated coat, looking completely restored. Reached out to hold the handle of the wine glass and drank the frothy butterbeer in one gulp.

　　 In fact, Butterbeer is not beer. The name is because there are many bubbles in it, and it looks like beer. This is just a non-alcoholic hot drink.

　　 Looking at Jenkins from the empty wine glass, the professor pointed to the tea cup in his hand: "Why, don't you drink?"

　　 "I rarely drink."

　　 "It's really hard to find a young man like you now."

　　 He sighed softly, and when he saw the middle-aged man wearing leather boots walking by the table, he cautiously stopped what he said.

　　 This bar named "Cle Dilian" is not a small bar that provides all services hidden in the alley, but a regular bar that even police officers after get off work occasionally visit. The interior decoration is pretty good. The solid wood table tops have clear tree trunk lines, and the air is filled with a faint smell of wine. Even people like Jenkins who drink grape juice at the party feel that the taste is very good.

　　Professor came to Jenkins, certainly not to remind him of tomorrow's arrangements.

　　 "There is something very interesting for a while, do you want to go together?"

Professor 　　 blinked, asking pretendingly mysteriously.

　　 "Interesting?"

　　 Jenkins asked while stroking the chocolate. There is also hot milk in the bar. Chocolate likes this drink.

　　 "Yes, I only heard about it recently. Some people are organizing very small visits and dissecting corpses. After the visit, some weird materials will be sold. Although the tickets are expensive, they are excellent value for money."

"is it safe?"

　　 When money issues and security issues come together, security comes first.

"This is not guaranteed. After all, you may encounter some weird tricks while staying at home. But the friend who introduced this is very reliable, and I am a little worried to go alone, so I came to ask you. "

　　 Jenkins nodded, shook the cup, and found some tea stalks at the bottom of the half-empty cup.

　　 "How much does the ticket cost?"

　　 "3 gold pounds, and only banknotes are accepted."

Professor 　　 added, but he didn't seem to be anxious.

　　 "Anyway, it's okay tonight, just go and see."

　　 Jenkins finally agreed. Tomorrow will be the reading festival. According to ancient legends, believers of sages will get extra luck before and after this day. Coupled with the fact that he met the Protoss a few days ago and received blessings, maybe he could really meet lucky things.

　　 put down two one-penny copper plates as a tip, opened the wooden door of the bar, and broke into the dark and cold street again. Jenkins first went home and went to a set of robes to cover his identity, let the chocolate watch the house obediently, and then set off with the professor.

　　According to the word "corpse", I thought the venue would be a remote cemetery, or an abandoned hospital similar to the gathering of Mr. Corpse, or perhaps a remote catacomb in the country. Unexpectedly, the two actually came all the way to the Karlfax Field in the city, and now they can still see people in police uniforms walking in the hall.

　　 "Police station?"

　　 he asked in surprise.

　　 "No, of course not."

Professor 　　 reached out and pressed Jenkins's hand pointing to the entrance of the police station, and then took him to the side alley. There were residents on both sides of this alley, and the professor muttered something silently, counting the number of doors and walking forward, and then knocked on the one in the middle.

　　 The ordinary wooden door was hung with ordinary worthless bells, and a man with a cigar dangling opened the door and poked his head out. First spit out a smoke ring, and then casually glanced at the two men in black robes, without asking anything, but directly stretched out their hands, and the two immediately passed the prepared banknotes.

Chapter 235 Chapter 231 Coroner

　　 "Go in, you should know the rules and you can watch, but don't try to get things that don't belong to you."

　　 After speaking, the man moved aside to let the two in.

　　 There is a long and silent corridor behind the door. He turned around and took a look. The strong man closed the door and continued to stand behind the door. Only the light spots of his cigar can be seen, flashing in front of the dim door.

　　 There was no light in the corridor, and Jenkins coughed vigorously to cover up the sound of the word "Rakul".

　　 Two silver **** of light floated out of his heart and flew in front of them to illuminate a small area. This is [Rakul's Starlight Illumination], an extremely boring ability, because it can do nothing but summon two light **** that can illuminate.

　　 But Jenkins has a purifying candle and an inextinguishable fire with him. If it weren’t for the high identification of these two things, and the photosphere lighting ability has many, starlight lighting has really become an ability that will not be used.

　　 There is something wrong with the length of this corridor, it is considered to be lengthened. The doors on both sides were closed tightly, and the professor and Jenkins kept moving forward leaning on the light of the starlight ball. The corridor is paved with cheap wooden floors, and you will make a creaking sound when you step on it. But the ground is fairly tidy, and the wall on the side is empty, and even the gas lamps that poor families have are missing.

　　 Jenkins is suspicious that this corridor connects several nearby houses together. He doesn't have a strong sense of direction, so he can't know where he will eventually lead.

　　 Touched the professor with his hand, nodded lightly, indicating that he doesn't have to worry.

　　 "The professor's friend should have told him something."

　　 Thinking of this, Jenkins was relieved a lot.

　　 walked for five minutes, and a bronze metal door blocked the front. The professor asked Jenkins to retract the ball of light, and then took the initiative to take a step forward and push it away.

　　Behind the door, there is still a corridor. But there are windows on one side of the corridor and a row of iron doors on one side. On the wall of the doorway of the room closest to the copper door, there is a white label stuck on it: [Autopsy Room-13].

　　 "Someone rented the house next door to the police station, then broke through the wall and went directly to the police station?"

　　 Unbelievable feelings poured into my heart. What kind of person came up with such an idea?

　　 turned his head, the bronze door had disappeared, and there was only a glimpse of the white painted wall behind it, and there was also a yellowed wanted notice posted on it.

　　 Nolan City is one of the most important cities in the kingdom. The police station, especially the place where the corpse is stored, cannot be without police officers on duty at night. But not tonight. Jenkins and Professor Burns walked into the only room with the door open. The label beside the iron door was [Postmortem-16].

　　 This is a spacious room, filled with a strange smell. A kerosene lamp tied with an iron chain hangs in the center. Even if there is a gas lamp on the wall, the autopsy still needs extra light.

　　 Right below the lamp is an iron bed with pulleys. The railing has been rusted, and there are spots that can be stained. Now there was a person lying on the bed, or a corpse. The corpse was covered with yellow-brown linen with stains on it. God knows when this cloth was in contact with water last time.

　　 In front of the wall facing the door in the room, there stands a simple four-story shelf made up of iron plates and pipes. On the top layer are dozens of cleaned glassware, and below are some randomly placed cloths and knives.

　　 There are already four people in the room. Three of them, like Professor Jenkins and Burns, are wearing black robes to cover their identities. These three people are standing there against the wall, like three statues.

　　 The fourth person was dressed in a doctor-like white robe, surrounded by a black leather apron that contrasted with it. This was the outfit of a police coroner. White clothes that are too clean are particularly conspicuous in such a dirty environment.

　　 This is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, time has left traces of vicissitudes on his face. Those brown eyes seemed to see through everything. Although they felt hollow, they seemed to contain an infinite world.

　　Bonus, level 4, the color of the light spots is also very common.

　　 For some reason, at the first sight of him, Jenkins had an inexplicable affection for this person.

　　 Jenkins and the professor stood against the wall together. After half an hour, a dozen or so benefactors in black robes came in one after another. The middle-aged man clapped his hands to indicate that it was time to start.

Without saying a word, he drew out two sharp scalpels from the iron frame, shook the knives facing the kerosene lamp in the center, and then stepped on the ground with black boots to the bed, huh Throw the cloth covering the corpse on the ground.

　　 The people who paid the money immediately gathered around, under the kerosene lamp, a dozen heads with hoods all looked at the corpse.

　　 This is also a man, judging from his appearance, he will not be older than twenty-five years old. The corpse has not yet undergone any treatment, so the face and exposed skin are extremely pale.

　　 Jenkins didn't have any deep research on this aspect, so he couldn't tell the time of death of this corpse. But this does not prevent him from frowning, because the smell is too big.

　　 The middle-aged coroner slowly touched the hood and gloves from the pocket of the black apron, then lifted the coat with wheat ears on the body, and opened the innermost thermal underwear, revealing his pale skin.

　　 On the right chest, there is a very obvious gun hole, and there are faint red and black blood stains beside the black gun hole. This is probably the cause of death.

　　 The coroner's hand brushed across the skin, as if the butcher was examining the meat of a dead pig. He raised his head and looked at a dozen people in turn with bored eyes. Then he held the chest of the dead body with his left hand, separated his thumb and index finger to the greatest extent, and held the handle of the scalpel with his right hand. The sharp blade glided gently across the skin, and it broke open like a layer of paper, revealing the texture of the muscles and the dirty red internal organs under the flesh.

　　 Jenkins now finally knows why the professor said that a cup of tea for dinner is all right, don’t eat...

　　 This middle-aged coroner is indeed very powerful. He used very skillful techniques to cut open the whole body. Even the skull was opened with a saw, like a coconut.

　　 The coroner's hands showed golden luster. He took out the internal organs separately, washed them with a special solution, and put them in those glassware. The flesh on his body was divided into pieces, neatly yards aside.

　　 The whole process is full of weird beauty. Even the pile of human body parts placed under the kerosene lamp has a sense of order in the blood.

Chapter 236 Chapter 232 Bloody Gifts

　　 Under the meticulous operation of the coroner, soon there were no dead bodies on the bed under the kerosene lamp, only a pile of parts shrouded in light.

　　Although this process is very disgusting, there are more or less splashes of blood on everyone. But everyone has to admit that this coroner turned the body into an art.

　　 After these matters were resolved, the coroner took off his gloves, washed his hands, and then put on a new pair of gloves. Using a knife, he took more or less a part of the meat, internal organs and organs that he extracted, and then separated the fat and body fluids.

　　 In front of everyone, he used ordinary needles and threads to reassemble the decomposed body. This terrible process is similar to the alchemy of the human body, and it actually succeeded.

　　 The removed part is missing, and the assembled corpse looks extraordinarily handsome. Although it was still a corpse, his face was much more delicate and the skin color became normal, just like a normal human being asleep.

　　 It’s only now that Jenkins understands that after so much effort, he is actually plasticizing the corpse.

　　 He wants to vomit, but he can't vomit now.

　　 covered the corpse with white cloth again, and placed the utensils containing the extra flesh, organs and internal organs by the bed, and the coroner looked at the crowd.

　　 All the people in black robes took a step back tacitly. After seeing this man's technique, it is hard not to react like this.

　　 Those blood-red "face-lift leftovers", I don't know when they have been stained with a faint white aura. For special items, white represents this gift, and for this non-permanent material, white represents universal, that is, they can be used in any ritual. Although it may not work, it will never go wrong.

　　 This is an extremely precious material, especially, almost all complex rituals involve the use of blood and flesh. And human bone and blood is one of the important materials.

　　 The performance is over, it is naturally a deal. Photographed by the coroner's terrible majesty, the gifted people with hairy hearts, very well-behaved, quoted in turn.

　　 This coroner does have a distorted temperament, and everyone he looks at will feel treated like a pig. This is probably the special temperament that can only be obtained by engaging in this kind of work all year round. Anyway, Jenkins didn't dare to look at him for more than a second.

　　 "This is cautious, not timid."

　　 he said to himself.

　　 The excess skin and flesh that can be decomposed from a corpse is limited, so the price is a bit high. Professor Burns paid 10 pounds to buy a nail-sized liver fragment, but Jenkins just came to see it and didn't plan to buy anything.

　　 He doesn't have a ritual that needs these things now, so even if he buys them back, he can only store them at home. And putting this kind of thing at home, he himself would not sleep well.

　　 Among these materials, the most expensive is the small piece of meat cut from the heart of the deceased. In Jenkins's eyes, it is also the most powerful. But the coroner did not intend to sell it, and put the utensil on the shelf before the sale started.

　　 No one wants to stay here any longer. When all the transactions are over, seeing that the coroner has no objection, the people in black robes opened the door and filed out like running away.

　　 The order at the scene was a bit chaotic, and Jenkins was squeezed to the end. When he wanted to step out of the iron gate with the professor, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

　　 looked back, there was a blood-red handprint on his shoulder, of course the coroner was holding him. The hanging kerosene lamp swayed slightly behind the two, and the coroner's shadow almost completely covered Jenkins.

　　 "This is for you."

　　 This is the first sentence the middle-aged coroner said tonight. He threw the bottle containing the heart meat to Jenkins, who caught it in a panic.

　　 "Why?"

　　 he asked, unwilling to accept this thing.

　　 "I feel like you are very eye-catching. It's useless if I keep it. You can accept it as a gift."