Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 903 Conan: Be careful!
Qin Zhibo, who came back from shopping, just entered the living room when he saw Belmode lying on the edge of the coffee table, behind her was a long thick trail of blood.

But in comparison, what caught Qin Zhibo's attention more was the phone's microphone hanging down to the ground, which seemed to have been dialed.

Could it be that they called the organization boss?
Let the organization send someone to rescue her?

Qin Zhibo quickly put down all the things at hand, walked to the phone in two steps, and picked up the receiver.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

"Can you say that again!"

There was a roar on the other side of the phone, but at first glance, the roar of some childish voices was surprisingly familiar.

Qin Zhibo's brain carefully identified, isn't this the voice of Conan?

Could it be that the organization boss is Conan himself!

But this thought only appeared in Qin Zhibo's head for a moment and then disappeared. If things develop in this direction, it will be too out of line.

But why did Belmode call Conan?

Could it be that Conan is expected to save her?
Qin Zhibo glanced at Belmode's body, only to find a leg without a foot.

To be precise, this is a leg with a broken foot, and the flesh and blood look relatively neat, like a cut surface.

It was only then that Qin Zhibo remembered that he had handcuffed one of Belmod's feet with a chain.

"!"

Qin Zhibo quickly hung up the microphone in his hand, went back to the supplies he bought, and took out the medical supplies.

First untie the coat that Belmode tied to the calf, put on a professional tourniquet to bind the calf, and then wrap some bandages to temporarily block the blood on the cut surface.

It's just that it's only temporary, it's not a small wound, it's impossible to heal by itself, and it needs more professional treatment.

There are two treatment methods, one is to connect the amputated limb, if the amputation time is not long, it should be ok.

The other is to just cut it off and suture it directly in the order of muscle tendon, tendon, subcutaneous tissue, and skin.

Judging from the dryness of the bloodstains, the time for amputation should not be too long, and there is still a possibility of continuation.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo quickly looked back towards the blood on the ground.

From the living room to the dining room and then to the kitchen, the bloodstains on the ground became clearer and clearer, fully revealing Belmode'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 is also a blood-stained jigsaw, a mouse with a turned head, and a shroud.

Time was too hasty, and Qin Zhibo couldn't piece together anything from these clues.

He quickly picked up the broken 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 it.

Then he took out some ice cubes from the refrigerator and chilled the severed limb to slow down its loss of activity.

Picking up the crisper, Qin Zhibo returned to the living room, only to find that Belmode's condition was declining sharply.

Her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and except for the area around her eyes, the other parts were all pale white, and her body temperature had dropped drastically.

This is a symptom of excessive blood loss. According to this situation, it is impossible for her to support the hospital in the urban area.

Surgery has to be done here!
Qin Zhibo checked the medical supplies on hand, but there were various surgical instruments needed for suturing, which were originally intended to be used to suture the gunshot wound on his knee.

But now I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!
Although she is a bad person, Qin Zhibo still needs her to live. Whether it is his main task or destroying black organizations, Belmode is an indispensable role.

However, with Qin Zhibo's current level 2 medical technology, the only treatment he adopts is the most basic suturing of the cut surface, and limb grafting is impossible.

But once the skin and other tissues are sutured, it is completely impossible to connect the severed limbs.

Qin Zhibo thought for a while, and felt that saving his life was the most important thing, so he used the existing conditions to start first aid.

He turned on all the lights in the living room, but the light was still not bright enough, so he could only carry Belmode to the kitchen and place him on the large cooking table.

The cooking table turned into an operating table at this time. The advantage is that there is a lot of light here. In order to make exquisite food, Matsumoto Ryohei specially made this place very bright.

Opening the surgical kit, Qin Zhibo quickly cleaned his hands, put on gloves, and prepared to start the operation.

Originally, there was still a series of cumbersome processes of disinfection, but the situation was urgent, so I didn't care so much.

Facing the bloody cut surface, Qin Zhibo took a deep breath, and was about to start, when a calm voice came from the kitchen door.

"What era is it, and you humans are still performing this backward operation?"

Qin Zhibo was startled, and suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the voice.

There stood a well-mannered foreign man in a suit and tie, carrying 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 he figured out the identity of this "person".

Mr. Clock!

"It's you!"

"Yes, forgive me for walking in without saying hello, hum..."

Mr. Clock took off his hat and greeted him from the air.

Qin Zhibo ignored the human etiquette imitated by Mr. Clock, and hurriedly asked: "Listen to you, do you have a way to deal with this injury?"

There was a rare smile on the corner of Mr. Clock's mouth, although it was a little blunt, but he could tell that it was a smile.

"Our race has always worshiped technology. Of course, medical and biological knowledge is also an important branch of technology. 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 operation himself, it would be quite stressful.

"Then you will cure her?" Qin Zhibo said.

But Mr. Clock shook his head and said expressionlessly, "Why did you do that?"

"Because she is the owner of the half of Panest fragment, don't you want to find out the whereabouts of the fragment from her?"

Mr. Clock nodded, "Yes, I know, but it has nothing to do with me saving her life."

Qin Zhibo was a little speechless about the alien's logic. Could it be that he couldn't understand what he said?

"If you don't save her, why are you asking for clues..."

Before Qin Zhibo could finish his sentence, Mr. Clock opened his suitcase, and took out a shiny metal cylinder from it.

This metal cylinder is about 0.3 meters high and has a diameter close to 0.3 meters. Through the peach-shaped glass in the middle, it can be seen that there is half a tank of light green solution inside.

Qin Zhibo asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

While Mr. Clock took out the remaining two long box-shaped instruments from the box, he explained: "This is the brain container, which can contain the only necessary organ for human beings—the brain."

"Just put her brain in this cartridge and she'll know everything about my problems."

"So there's no need to repair non-brain damage injuries... um..."

As he said that, Mr. Clock began to fiddle with the instruments in front of him, using leather tubes to connect the cylinder to the box, as well as soundboards, vacuum tubes, etc.

Its method is calm and unhurried, and it seems that it has been operated in this way many times.

In the cognition of the alien race Mi-Go, the human body is weak and backward.

The lifespan is surprisingly short, neither can fly nor pass 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 the creatures of many dimensional planets, the human body has no value, but is a kind of shackle to the potential of human beings.

Human beings will put forward many kinds of cosmic ideas, 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 is given a normal body, how much will his scientific achievements be improved?

For another example, if Hawking is given a powerful physical body that can freely travel through the universe, what kind of height will his exploration of science reach?

Therefore, in MI-Go's observation of human beings, it is always believed that the human brain is very creative. Most human beings, like the Mi-Go race, advocate science and can always conceive and deduce things that no one has ever seen, such as black holes.

But the human body is too backward, and it is impossible to even leave the solar system, which greatly limits the development of the human brain, and also limits the progress of its own technology.

Because of this, 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 those smart people, go to all parts of the universe, witness the wonders, ask their thoughts, get some scientific inspiration, and realize the 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 realize a space travel as soon as they say it.

Therefore, in Mr. Clock's view, putting human brains into boxes is a very normal behavior, just like going to a chicken farm to pack a box of chicken wing tips.

It's just that MI-Go's superb surgical techniques can ensure that the "chicken wing tips" are alive and can be used by themselves.

But from Qin Zhibo's point of view, he put Belmode's brain in a tube, even if the brain was still alive, how could he hand it over to the fbi and the police?
You can't bring up a pink brain and say it's Belmode's brain, right?

Only if you're out of your mind will you do it.

"Hey, if you do this, how can I introduce her... brain to others?"

"People will think I'm crazy."

Mr. Clock fiddled with the human prosthesis for a moment, then raised his head to look 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 without any tone, Qin Zhibo could hear that it was dissatisfied.

But 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 I lose the trust of the black organization at this time, it will inevitably be suspected as my introducer.

"She's a Black Brotherhood cadre, and someone else saw me rescue her last night."

"If I can't let her return to the organization alive, my identity will be exposed. As my introducer, you will also lose the chance to obtain the half of Arkham's Panest fragment."

The Black Brotherhood is the scientific name of a black organization. It is easier to understand Mr. Clock.

And the worries that Qin Zhibo said did exist last night, such as that Calvados.

It's just that I called Chengshi today and learned that the sniper committed suicide at that time. It is impossible for the black organization to know from him that he rescued Belmode.

The other is the people from the FBI, but the people from the black organization should not be able to catch the people from the FBI.

So this is a fake statement, which was used by Qin Zhibo to deceive Mr. Clock.

Mr. Clock on the opposite side of the cooking table stared at Qin Zhibo, his two blue eyeballs were covered with a layer of muddy gray, there was nothing that could be called "eyes" in them, and he just stared closely at Qin Zhibo on the opposite side.

Facing this inhuman gaze, Qin Zhibo returned a firm look, but his heart was beating a bit.

The Mi-Go family seems to have the ability of telepathy, although it should not reach the point of complete insight, but it is not easy to deceive them.

Especially knowing this, it is easier to have psychological pressure.

Although this was not the first time that he had lied to Mr. Clock, he even helped the King in Yellow to fool him once.

But after a while, Mr. Clock still stopped.

"You are right. Success is close at hand, so we should proceed with caution."

"But can you make sure you get the Panest fragment from her?"

As an alien, Mr. Clock doesn't know 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, and he didn't know if 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.

"Ok."

"Om..."

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Maori Detective Agency, third floor.

Conan listened to the microphone in his hand, and a "beep beep" sound came from the opposite side.

Hang up?
The one just now seemed to be Belmode, but why did she call herself?

Conan recalled what Belmode said, panting heavily and intermittently, as if he was doing some exercise?
But what concerned Conan the most was what Belmode said, and the summed up meaning was very simple.

She gave up chasing Shirley, but there will be other killers organized.

A... blond foreigner named Michael?

Isn't this Hui Yuanai's brother-in-law?

right!It must be him!

Conan immediately made up his mind, because first of all, most people in the organization are named after wine, only "Michael" is unique.

Last time at Itakura Zhuo Software's trading site, Conan had heard that Gin also called this person "Michael", so it was definitely not wrong.

And the appearance of the blond foreigner is not wrong. That night, I and my brother-in-law were less than one meter away from each other, so I could see clearly in terms of appearance.

So after the failure of the operation, the organization intends to send brother-in-law Xia to continue the mission of assassinating Hui Yuan?
This is solid!

(End of this chapter)