Great Single Player of the Heavens

When Jacob went out to attend the appointment, at some point, there was already a drizzle in London.

Along with the icy raindrops, gusts of strong winds are also challenging the warmth of the people of London.

It seems that God is also telling him that the world changes and changes in an instant...

Putting on the hood and running freely on the rooftops, Jacob enjoyed a special service of rain washing away his depression.

Soon, he saw Darwin standing at the gate of the nursing home, struggling with the umbrella in his hand.

The founder of the theory of evolution, as Jacob said, is no different from an ordinary British old man.

However, the moment the great biologist saw Jacob, he directly acted in a way that was inconsistent with a respected elder:

He directly let go of the umbrella in his hand, letting it be blown away by the noisy wind!

Afterwards, he turned around chicly and greeted Jacob:

"Mr. Frye! I believe you had a very productive meeting with Mr. Owen?"

Richard Owen, a famous biologist, was also Darwin's most loyal opponent when he proposed "Origin of Species".

He also worked at the Lambeth Sanitarium, and it was from him that Jacob got the valuable information that "John Elliotson was the one who made the potion".

"Oh, we had a nice chat, and he told me that the person who helped Starry make the painkiller was John Elliotson."

"Doctor John Elliotson? I haven't heard that name for a long time. He used to be a heart specialist until he became obsessed with hypnotism and phrenology and completely ruined his career... "

After a pause, Darwin reached out and moved the top hat on his head, trying to prevent the dripping rainwater from dripping directly into the back of his neck, and continued to ask Jacob for advice:

"Then how should we track it down?"

Hearing this, Jacob frowned, lowered his head and put on his forward hat, bowed slightly to Darwin, and said:

"Excuse me, Lord Darwin, I think it would be better for me to come by myself. After all, we don't want to usher in...unnecessary attention, right?"

"Sounds very sensible!"

After all, Darwin raised an eyebrow at Jacob and patted him on the shoulder, "Then I wish you good luck, young man!"

After instructing Jacob to find him when he had time, Darwin turned and left, leaving only a handsome back.

"What a funny old man..."

While murmuring, Jacob turned his head and looked at the still brightly lit nursing home. His face sank and he said to himself:

"Okay, time to have some fun with yourself..."

. . .

The entire nursing home is very large.

Perhaps it is because there is no very professional psychiatric science these days. Once something happens to the spirit, it is equivalent to a death sentence, and sending him to a nursing home is the only option.

In other words, a sanatorium in this era is equivalent to a large mental hospital full of lunatics...

Under the cover of night,

Jacob climbed directly to the top of the building from the side of the main building of the nursing home.

Squatting with his legs on the edge of the slippery roof, Jacob looked around, and soon found an entrance to the nursing home—a window on the corridor side of the third floor of the main building.

Jacob, who has been doing assassin parkour in various climates and terrains since he was a child, seems to be walking on the ground even on slippery ground.

His figure didn't shake at all, and he fell steadily from the roof, grabbed the eaves with both hands, and hung the whole person above the window.

He didn't rush in, but turned on Eagle Vision, surveyed the situation near the window, and after confirming that there were no patrolling guards, he jumped in from the window.

"Okay, doctor, where are you..."

Eagle Vision, start again!

In the next second, the entire main building of the nursing home, in Jacob's eyes, suddenly turned into a transparent three-dimensional structure.

Unobstructed by any obstacles, Jacob quickly found his target:

More than a dozen unknown targets are all gathered in a room on the second floor, as if a medical project is in progress.

In the brightly lit medical laboratory, apart from the doctors and students watching, the most eye-catching thing is naturally the experimental operating table in the center.

Jacob never imagined that when he first came here, he saw such a cruel and terrifying scene:

I saw a male patient wearing a hospital gown lying on the experimental operating table.

And his surveillance target, Dr. John Elliotson, was standing at the front of the operating table, holding an unknown medical tool, inserting it into the patient's head, and fiddled with it ruthlessly.

"Ahhh~~~"

Accompanied by bursts of cries of pain that went straight to the depths of the soul, the patient on the operating table trembled with his hands and feet, struggling as much as possible, as if he wanted to escape from the hell he was in.

In the end, with just a dull shudder, he ended his futile struggle and ended his own life.

Hearing only a "puchi", Elliotson with a calm face pulled out the medical tool used for craniotomy from the patient's head.

A puddle of scalding blood immediately splashed out and sprinkled on the operating table.

Under the dim light, there is an inexplicable coquettish feeling...

Putting down the tools, Elliotson turned around, faced the auditorium, and began to conclude:

"As you've noticed, applying too much pressure can have...unpredictable results. Unfortunately, I appear to have damaged the internal organs..."

Listening to his medical report, the doctors and students sitting in the auditorium all picked up their pens and wrote down the operation process just now in their notebooks.

Without even looking at the dead body on the operating table, Elliotson went straight to the copper sound transmission tool beside him, and ordered to the apprentice in the morgue:

"Send a complete corpse up."

At the same time, Jacob, who was standing by the window on the third floor and witnessed everything, clenched his fists tightly at some point with a gloomy expression.

The anger in his heart was like a dormant volcano gradually waking up, as if it was about to erupt completely in the next second, flooding the entire nursing home.

At this moment, Evie's instructions to him before leaving suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Be careful, don't get yourself into any trouble again..."

At the same time, he also remembered that his mission to the nursing home was to monitor Elliotson.

However, after witnessing what happened just now, Jacob stared closely at Elliotson's eyes, gradually becoming firmer, full of killing intent.

At this moment, there is only one thought left in his mind, and that is:

Kill Elliotson, the white devil who experiments with patients!

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