Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 36 Testing

the next day.

As soon as the door was opened in the morning, I saw William standing at the door. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Yallin looked at William. The other’s face was a little tired. It seemed that he hadn’t slept well all night. However, a pair of eyes were scorching.

Yallin looked at the corpse that William had dragged out from under the bed. The corpse had been stiff and rotten after lying down all night, exuding a smell of corpse.

Yallin covered his nose and said indifferently, “I want to find a way to dispose of the corpse.”

William looked at Yarlin with no surprises from beginning to end, with a dreadful heart, and secretly glad that he made the right decision last night.

“I will take care of it.” William replied.

Yallin took a deep look at William. Unlike the past, William’s eyes were not only fearful, but there were other things. Although he disguised well, he still couldn’t hide him from Yallin. He was very Familiar with this look, ambition is buried in fear.

“It’s kind of interesting!” He smiled meaningfully with a small corner of his mouth, and threw the blood-stained money bag back to William. “If you have nothing to do, you can go out and inquire. We are going to Sheltz Town next stop.”

William agitated lightly all over his body, and there was a touch of abnormal excitement on his face. He knew that until this moment, he was truly trusted by Yarlin.

Yallin went back to his room, and after a while, Fick rolled into William’s room while rolling up the bedclothes and yawning.

Close the door and lock it from the inside.

Yarlin drew the curtains and turned on the lights. He carried a toolbox in his hand, which was the legacy of the ship doctor. At the same time, transformants crawled out from under the bed and stood side by side in a row.

After opening the box, there were some large and small knives, some gauze and potions stacked in it, and Yallin drew out a 3-inch long pinky scalpel from the inside.

Gently squeezing the scalpel, Yallin stared at the transformation with weird eyes. There was still about half a month before the caravan’s ships arrived in Quarry Town. This time was free. He needed to use it for himself. Do a test of your ability.

The test process may be simple and rough, but the test itself is of great significance, and the results require detailed records and feedback.

Yallin had already had this idea for a long time, and he was finally going to put it into action today. It was a little excited to think about it.

On retinal imaging, the 3d projection is rotating:

Mental strength 1

Nerve conduction rate 1

Bone hardness 1

Muscle activity 2.2

Blood density flow rate 1

Incomplete body-complete body (progress bar 1100)

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“The form of digital expression is more precise. However, just staying on the digital level is not enough. A more subjective feeling is needed.” Yarlin said to himself, his eyes flashed, and the scalpel was deep in his wrist. Make a deep cut.

The skin was cut, blood was dripping, the red and white muscles were cracked inch by inch, the cold scalpel was cruelly close to the bones, and Yarlin was full of sweat on his forehead.

It is worth mentioning that he pinched the knife with his left hand, and slashed with his right hand.

The left hand is the external manifestation of Astur’s boarding. In a sense, it is the facade of Astur’s. Only when Yarlin’s brain is broken will he destroy his facade. At least, for a short time, this idea He also needs restraint.

“There is no black thread in the musculoskeletal system.”

Yallin cruelly opened the muscle tissue with his fingers, exposing the wound to the air. He resisted the pain and pressed the back of the knife on the muscle.

The back of the knife pressed an imprint on the muscle, and when the knife was removed, it bounced back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the imprint disappeared.

Yarlin picked up the pen and recorded on the notebook: “The muscles are tight and dense, with sufficient resistance, elastic like a rubber band, and the blade cutting seems to be cutting on brown sugar, which is extremely laborious.”

He thought for a while, pierced the blade vertically on the wound, and then the muscles exerted force. You can see that the texture of the muscles is collapsed and tight, and the red fibers are spreading in the muscles, which look like the tentacles of a snail. .

Let go, the blade is clamped by the muscles and stands upright.

The muscles are closed tightly, and even the sound of “zira” of metal being squeezed can be heard, and there is also the sound of friction of blood being blocked. The sounds are mixed and weird.

Yallin relaxed, his arm muscles opened, and the scalpel was pinched in his hand again.

“Muscle fibers are thick and dense. When you are fully focused, you can even manipulate and control micromuscles. You can heal the wound by yourself without stitching and achieve the purpose of hemostasis. However, it requires a high degree of concentration and prolonged muscle tension can cause soreness. ”

Yarlin recorded these subjective feelings and kept them as a comparison for future experiments.

“The value of muscle activity affects the strength, elasticity, and density of the muscle.” Yarlin manipulated the wound muscle in various ways, performing all kinds of simple tests he could think of.

“The increase in muscle activity will directly lead to muscle tissue growth, strength increase, and indirectly increase flexibility, and the speed of wound healing.”

Two hours later, Arlin was wrapped in a bandage on his right wrist, blood flow had stopped, and the slightly sour wound seemed to indicate that his underlying muscles had begun to grow again, accelerating the healing process.

“At this rate, all wounds can heal in about 5 days and recover as before.” Yarlin guessed the approximate time. It takes at least one month for a normal person with a long and deep incision to heal.

“Muscle activity 2.2 is only 2 times that of unit 1, but the actual increase is 4 times that of normal people.”

Marking this one on the notebook made Yallin thoughtful.

There was no change in other data, and there was no need for testing for the time being, not to mention the comparison of subjective feelings. After sitting on the bedside and resting for a while, Yarlin ordered one of the transformants to lie flat on the bed.

He was able to slash a knife without hesitation on himself, and he would not be soft on the transformant Yallin. With a shake of his wrist, the scalpel cut a 20-centimeter hole in his chest.

Crudely peeling the skin and flesh, the black silk thread inside trembles and bends inward when he touches his palm, exposing the entire chest cavity spontaneously.

Yallin stared at the heart wrapped in countless black threads, his heart moved slightly: “This black egg has grown bigger, and it is growing!”

At first, Yallin thought that the transformant meant the “living corpse” itself, but now he doesn’t think so. He realized that the black egg was the transformant itself, and the external living corpse was just a disguise for boarding, although , This layer of disguise is very unsuccessful.

So here comes the problem.

The transformant he sees now is only the stage of embryonic development, that is to say, the seven transformants he has on hand are still in incubation at all.

It’s like saying that I got a chicken, but I got only an egg, and I have to hatch it myself. Is this a fraud?

Yarlin didn’t seek an explanation with Asturjul, 80% of it was just a waste of words. What he needed to think about was how to hatch this black egg.