The Grammatical Investigator in Conan
Chapter 903 Conan: Sure!
Qin Zhibo, who had returned from purchasing supplies, had just entered the living room when he saw Belmod lying on the edge of the coffee table. Behind her was a thick trail of blood.
But in comparison, what attracted Qin Zhibo's attention more was the telephone microphone hanging to the ground, which seemed to have been dialed.
Could it be that he was calling the boss of the organization?
Let the organization send someone to rescue her?
Qin Zhibo quickly put down everything on hand, walked to the phone in three steps and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hello!"
"Can you say that again!"
There was a roar on the other side of the phone, but at first glance, the roar with a childlike voice seemed a bit familiar.
Qin Zhibo's brain carefully identified it. Isn't this Conan's voice?
Could it be that the organization boss is Conan himself?
However, this idea only appeared in Qin Zhibo's head for a moment and then disappeared. If things develop in this direction, it would be too out of line.
But why did Belmod call Conan?
Was she counting on Conan to save her?
Qin Zhibo glanced at Belmod's body and found a leg without feet.
To be precise, this is a leg with a broken foot. The place where the flesh and blood are mixed looks neat, like a cut surface.
Only then did Qin Zhibo remember that he had chained one of Belmode's feet.
"!"
Qin Zhibo quickly hung up the microphone in his hand, returned to the supplies he bought, and took out the medical supplies.
First, he untied the coat tied to Belmod's calf, put on a professional tourniquet to tie the calf, and then wrapped some bandages to temporarily block the blood from the cut surface.
But this is only temporary. This is not a small wound. It cannot heal on its own and requires more professional treatment.
There are two treatment methods. One is to reattach the amputated limb. If the amputation time is not long, it should be okay.
The other is to just cut it off and sew directly in the order of muscles, tendons, tendons, subcutaneous tissue, and skin.
Judging from the degree of dryness of the blood stains, the amputation should not take long, and there is still the possibility of continuation.
Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo quickly looked back towards the blood stains on the ground.
From the living room to the dining room and then to the kitchen, the blood stains on the ground became clearer and clearer, fully revealing Belmod's movement trajectory.
When he came to the basement, Qin Zhibo saw the limbs left on the sofa at a glance.
In addition to the brightest pool of blood, there are also a blood-stained jigsaw, a mouse with its head turned off, and a shroud.
Time was so rushed that Qin Zhibo couldn't piece together anything from these clues.
He quickly picked up the severed foot, went to the kitchen above, and found an empty crisper.
Fortunately, Matsumoto Ryohei often collects some meat, and there are larger crisper boxes, which can just fit in.
Then he took out some ice cubes from the refrigerator and iced the severed limb to slow down its loss of activity.
After picking up the crisper, Qin Zhibo returned to the living room, only to find that Belmod's condition was declining sharply.
The sockets of her eyes were sunken, and except for the area around her eyes, the rest of her eyes were pale white, and her body temperature had dropped sharply.
This was a symptom of excessive blood loss. If this situation continued, it would be impossible for her to reach a hospital in the city.
Surgery has to be done here!
Qin Zhibo checked the medical supplies on hand and found various surgical instruments needed for suturing. They were originally intended to be used to suture the gunshot wound on his knee.
But now we can only treat the dead horse as a live doctor!
Although she is a bad guy, Qin Zhibo still needs her alive. Whether it is his main mission or the destruction of the black organization, Belmode is an indispensable role.
However, with Qin Zhibo's current level 2 medical technology, the only treatment method adopted is the most basic suturing and sectioning, and limb replacement surgery is impossible.
But once the skin, flesh and other tissues are sutured, it is completely impossible to reattach the severed limb.
Qin Zhibo thought for a moment and felt that it was more important to save his life, so he used the existing conditions to carry out first aid.
He turned on all the lights in the living room, but the lights were still not bright enough, so he could only carry Belmod to the kitchen and place him on the large cooking table.
The cooking table was turned into an operating table at this time. The good thing is that the lighting here is very bright. Matsumoto Ryohei deliberately made this place very bright in order to make exquisite food.
Opening the surgical bag, Qin Zhibo quickly cleaned his hands, put on gloves, and was ready to start the operation.
There were originally a series of tedious disinfection procedures, but the situation was urgent and we couldn't take care of that much.
Facing the bloody section, Qin Zhibo took a deep breath and was about to start, when a calm voice came from the kitchen door.
"What era is it now, and you humans are still performing this kind of backward surgery?"
Qin Zhibo was startled and suddenly looked up in the direction of the sound.
There stood a gentle foreign man in a suit and tie, holding a large leather suitcase in his hand.
The name above his head is Peter Evans, a book salesman by profession.
Seeing this person, Qin Zhibo was startled for a moment, and then figured out the identity of this "person".
Mr. Clock!
"It's you!"
"Yes, forgive me for walking in without saying hello, buzz..."
Mr. Clock took off his hat and greeted him from afar.
Qin Zhibo ignored Mr. Clock's imitation of human etiquette and quickly asked: "What do you mean, do you have a way to deal with this kind of injury?"
A rare smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Clock's mouth. Although it was a bit stiff, you could tell that it was a smile.
"Our race has always worshiped technology. Medical and biological knowledge are of course also an important branch of technology, and we are very good at it."
Speaking of this, Qin Zhibo even noticed a hint of pride in his tone.
But no matter what, since Mr. Clock said it could be done, Qin Zhibo could only believe it. After all, even if he performed the suturing surgery himself, it would be quite stressful.
"Then you will cure her?" Qin Zhibo said.
But Mr. Clock shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Why do you do this?"
"Because she is the owner of the half of the Paneste fragment. Don't you want to find out the whereabouts of the fragment from her?"
Mr. Clock nodded, "Yes, I know, but there is no necessary connection between this and me saving her life."
Qin Zhibo was speechless at the alien's logic. Could it be that it couldn't understand what he said?
"If you don't save her, how can you ask for clues..."
Before Qin Zhibo finished speaking, Mr. Clock opened his suitcase and took out a cylinder with a shiny metallic luster.
This metal cylinder is about 0.3 meters high and nearly 0.3 meters in diameter. Through the peach-shaped glass in the middle, you can see that it contains half a tank of light green solution.
Qin Zhibo asked in confusion: "What is this?"
Mr. Clock took out the remaining two long box-shaped instruments from the box and explained: "This is a brain storage tube, which can contain the only necessary organ for humans - the brain."
"As long as her brain is put into this tube, she will know all about my problems."
"So there is no need to repair non-brain damage...buzz..."
As he spoke, Mr. Clock began to fiddle with the instruments in front of him, using leather tubes to connect the cylinder and the box, as well as sounding boards, vacuum tubes, etc.
Its technique was calm and unhurried, and it looked like it had done this many times.
In the perception of the alien race Mi-Go, the human body is weak and backward.
The lifespan is extremely short. It cannot fly or travel through the harsh conditions of the cosmic ether. Without the aircraft and spacesuit, the physical body cannot survive even a second.
For a cosmic race that has witnessed life on many dimensional planets, the human body has no value, but is instead a constraint on human potential.
Human beings will put forward many kinds of cosmic assumptions, but because the physical body cannot reach those places, everything can only be deduced on paper and imagined in the mind.
For example, if Hawking was given a normal human body, how much would his scientific achievements be improved?
For another example, if Hawking is given a powerful body that can freely travel through the universe, what height will his scientific exploration reach?
Therefore, in MI-Go's observations of humans, they always believe that the human brain is very creative. Most humans, like Mi-Go's race, advocate science and can always conceive and deduce things that no one has ever seen before, such as black holes.
However, the human body is too backward, and even leaving the solar system is a fantasy. This greatly limits the development of the human brain and the progress of its own technology.
It is for this reason that the MI-GO race invented this brain container for humans.
Its size is completely developed according to the human brain, and it is specially designed to accommodate the brains of smart people. They can go to various parts of the universe to witness wonders and wonders, ask them for their thoughts, obtain some scientific inspiration, and realize the scientific and technological progress of their own race.
Of course, many smart people who have fantasies about the universe are often willing to hand over their brains to Mi-Go to achieve a cosmic journey at any time.
Therefore, in Mr. Clock's view, putting human brains into tubes is a perfectly normal behavior, just like going to a chicken farm to pack a box of chicken wing tips.
But with MI-Go's superb surgical technology, it can ensure that the "chicken wing tip" is alive and can be used by itself.
But according to Qin Zhibo's point of view, it put Belmod's brain in a tube. Even if the brain is still alive, how can he hand it over to the FBI and the police?
You can't just pick up a pink brain and say it's Belmod's brain, right?
You would do this only if your brain is broken.
"Hey, if you do this, how should I introduce her...brain to others?"
"Others will think I'm crazy."
Mr. Clock's human prosthetic limb playing with the instrument paused for a moment, then he looked up blankly at Qin Zhibo, "Mr. Qin, the content of our cooperation is only to go to Enkai together, and does not include other matters."
Although Mr. Clock still spoke in a toneless tone, Qin Zhibo could tell that it was somewhat dissatisfied.
However, Qin Zhibo also knew that Mr. Clock would not offend him at this time.
Whether it can successfully obtain half of the Panest fragment in Arkham also depends on its performance in the black organization.
Once he loses the trust of the black organization at this time, it will inevitably be suspected as his introducer.
"She is a cadre member of the Black Brotherhood. Someone else saw me rescue her last night."
"If I can't let her return to the organization alive, my identity will be exposed, and you, as my introducer, will also lose the chance to obtain Arkham's half of the Panest fragment."
The Black Brotherhood is the scientific name of the black organization. It is easier to understand Mr. Clock.
And the worries Qin Zhibo mentioned did exist last night, such as that Calvados.
But today I called Cheng Shi to communicate and learned that the sniper had committed suicide at that time. It was impossible for the black organization to learn from him that he had rescued Belmode.
The other ones are people from the FBI, but people from the black organization probably can't catch the people from the FBI.
So this is a fake statement, which Qin Zhibo used to deceive Mr. Clock.
Mr. Clock was staring at Qin Zhibo across the cooking table. His two blue eyeballs were covered with a layer of turbid gray. There was nothing that could be called "eyes" in them. He was just staring at Qin Zhibo opposite.
Facing this inhuman gaze, Qin Zhibo returned a firm look, but his heart was a little beat up.
The Mi-Go clan seems to have telepathic abilities. Although they may not be able to achieve complete insight, they are not easy to deceive.
Especially knowing this, it is easier to feel psychological pressure.
Although this is not the first time he has deceived Mr. Clock, he even helped the King in Yellow deceive him once.
But after a while, Mr. Clock stopped.
"What you said makes sense. Success is just around the corner, so you should proceed with caution."
"But can you make sure you get the Panest fragment from her?"
As an alien, Mr. Clock does not understand psychological techniques such as torture or using people's hearts, so he loses the means to obtain information.
However, Qin Zhibo had some ideas in his head just now. He didn't know whether he could succeed, but it was worth a try.
"I can give it a try, but only if you save her first."
"In a normal human way..."
Mr. Clock looked at the brain container that had been placed in front of him, then at Belmode on the cooking table, and finally raised his head.
"All right."
"Buzz..."
…
Mori Detective Agency, third floor.
Conan listened to the microphone in his hand, and heard a "beep beep beep" sound from the other side.
Hang up?
The one just now seemed to be Belmod, but why did she call herself?
Conan recalled what Belmod had said, and he was breathing heavily and intermittently. He seemed to be doing some kind of exercise?
But what concerned Conan the most was what Belmode said, and the meaning in summary was very simple.
She gave up chasing Shirley, but other killers from the organization would come.
The guy named Michael...the blond foreigner?
Isn't this Hui Yuan Ai's brother-in-law?
right! It must be him!
Conan immediately confirmed his thoughts, because first of all, most people in the organization were named after wines, and only "Michael" was unique.
Last time at Itakura Taku Software's trading scene, Conan had heard that Gin also called this person "Michael", so he couldn't be wrong.
And the appearance of the blond foreigner was unmistakable. That night, the distance between me and my brother-in-law was less than one meter, and I could see his appearance clearly.
So after the operation failed, the organization planned to send Brother-in-law to continue the mission of assassinating Huiyuan?
This is sure!
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