??Chapter 1044: Chapter 143: Peeking into mories
Chapter 1044: Chapter 143: Peeking into mories
Just as the doctor ntioned the issue with the brain slices.
The shrieks of the head nurse ca from the analysis room not far away.
When Han Dong arrived imdiately, he discovered that the head nurse’s right arm had twisted into a spiral… However, it did not show ‘infection symptoms’ and did not continue to spiral like the elderly.
The expression, thinking, and all physical signs were normal; it was simply a twist of the right arm.
“Indeed, is it targeted at Demons? The head nurse belongs to Fate creatures… The concept of a Demon crystal core doesn’t exist, and the substance causing spiralization cannot penetrate the core.”
Han Dong imdiately stepped forward to steady the head nurse.
With a face full of terror, the head nurse pointed at the solution in the conical bottle, which was the specially treated and diluted brain slice solution:
“I accidentally got a drop on , and my right hand beca like this.
Luckily, the ‘mory Dilution Fluid’ has been completed. By administering it to a Ghoul with intact brain functions, it can acquire part of the old man’s mories.”
“Ghouls won’t do, hand it to .”
Seeing Han Dong take the solution, the Swollen Doctor who followed was shocked and promptly tried to stop him:
“Sir, are you going to drink it yourself?
This thing is too risky… Your Talent Tree and our Demon crystal cores are essentially of the sa kind; if similar symptoms occur, it would be troubleso.”
“If a dilution made from the brain slices of an ordinary infected person could affect , then I’m bound to die on this ‘London journey’.
An ordinary Ghoul certainly cannot bear it; such valuable clues cannot be wasted.
Let
do it.”
The reason Han Dong wanted to see the old man’s mories was because,
when he found the twisted elder in the guest room, he said sothing- “I have failed.”
This made Han Dong very curious about what had failed.
Han Dong suspected that the old man had taken part in so ritual or even approached the Whirlpool voluntarily, resulting in such a fate… The specific answer could only be sought from the mories.
The doctor scratched his head seriously and said, “Alright… I will constantly monitor your condition, sir.
I’ll also help you integrate the mory fragnts to facilitate accessing the mories.
After all, I’ve never seen such a Whirlpool-shaped brain; there’s a high chance of failure in retrieving the mories.”
“Okay.”
“Then, sir, please lie down quickly.”
“Lie down, where?” Han Dong stared at the brain sitting atop the Ghoul Chair, not quite understanding the doctor’s aning.
The swollen brain was concave at the center, forming a concavity that could accommodate Han Dong’s body, similar to the MRI machines commonly seen in movies.
Han Dong imdiately lay down flat, and tentacles pulled him into the soft and warm concavity of the brain.
It’s quite comfortable, in fact—soft and warm.
Gurgle gurgle~ He swallowed the dilution fluid in one gulp.
During the swallowing process, he distinctly felt a certain spiral reaction in the throat and esophagus, which was quickly adapted by the Black Vortex Body; Han Dong’s body was perfectly normal.
After being digested in the small intestine, the essence in the dilution fluid flowed into the brain along the blood vessels.
The Swollen Doctor then connected dozens of synapses to the surface of Han Dong’s brain, aiding in the organization and construction of the mory fragnts.
With the effort of two powerful brains, the twisted, chaotic, and disordered mory fragnts neatly aligned in the mind.
Han Dong’s consciousness was imdiately brought into a bizarre segnt of mory…
Buzz!
In an instant, his sight was t with the dark streets of London City.
The cold wind howled.
As the mories connected, the old man’s related information was also transmitted to Han Dong.
The elderly man was nad Vogt Big Hand; he had a palm slightly larger than other demons, which had helped him secure a job sorting ores when he was younger.
In the world of demons, strength still spoke the loudest.
Vogt, who had always been a newborn demon, had worked at the mining company for hundreds of years with no change in his job… He had beco the ultimate existence among those bound to their corporate lives.
At the present.
He had just finished his shift at a mining company and was walking on the road ho.
At Vogt’s age, there was no longer any possibility for growth, and the rest of his life was essentially set in stone: he would work at the mining company until his death.
The fixed and rigid lifestyle had sapped him of all enthusiasm for life.
Even with a series of mysterious ‘Whirlpool Incidents’ recently occurring in London City, he seed indifferent.
In his view, if he died getting caught up in an incident, it might actually bring him more attention and add so color to his already dreary life at its end.
Furthermore, because of the Whirlpool Incidents, there had been an enormous demand for ores lately, and Vogt had been working overti until late at night… and he seed to be especially unlucky.
Perhaps due to old age, he had let his little finger get caught in a Different Demon Device for a mont of inattentiveness while sorting ores.
That caused his little finger to bend in an irreparable way (sticking up and curling into a loop).
However, the company did not compensate him but instead scolded him for the delay in work… This incident intensified his disdain for the world.
As he was walking ho, holding his curled little finger and looking down, he suddenly felt a chill… only to look up and realize that there was no one on the late-night street.
At the sa ti, his curled little finger seed to be tractioned by so invisible force, leading him to the entrance of a dark alley.
At first glance, he saw a black whirlpool.
Then, taking a closer look, a book vendor appeared in the alley, displaying several old, peculiar books on a stall in front of him, each cover emblazoned with a spiral pattern.
Without realizing it.
Vogt was already standing in front of the stall, and even though the vendor did not reduce the price, he could faintly feel that the books in front of him might just change the rest of his life.
“How much for these books?”
As he asked for the price.
The book vendor extended a deeply spiraled arm from beneath his robe and pointed to his little finger, requesting a ‘trade of objects.’
Willing to change the rest of his life, Vogt was not even afraid of death, let alone a little finger… Snap!
He broke it off on the spot and handed over the “curled little finger.”
The book vendor receiving the curled finger revealed an eerie smile from within the shadows of his face (his mouth corners curled into a 180° angle).
Vogt, who had ‘paid’ the cost, finally set his gaze on a dark, curled book, took it, and was about to leave.
At that mont, the incident that Swollen Doctor had been worried about occurred.
Logically.
Han Dong, as a mory reader, was observing all of this from the perspective of an [Observer].
It was like soone reading a comic book; characters in the book wouldn’t notice the reader.
But…
Just as Vogt was about to leave.
The spiral-shaped arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and a deep voice emanated from the whirlpool-like mouth:
“To think there’s a third party… who are you?”
Upon hearing this, Han Dong was shocked.
In the critical mont, Swollen Doctor, who was monitoring everything externally, forcefully cut off the mory connection.
Han Dong, being slowly removed from the swollen brain, seed like he had just co out of a sauna, his entire body emitting visible heat… The Talent Tree remained unaffected.
Fear and interest coexisted in Han Dong’s pupils, “I am just a mory observer… how could he detect my presence? What exactly is the entity behind the whirlpool?”
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