Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 137 The correct way to open the chase
"I don't know, I thought some kind-hearted person was going to share his fruit?" Kraft picked up the plate and turned the blue and purple berries in front of Martin.

For people with average color vision, it is really difficult to distinguish between the two, which is equivalent to mixing a batch of oranges from a pile of oranges.There are differences in shape and color, but the difference is not big, and it is easy to pass under the nose.

Judging by the sombre expression, there's no way the deep purple berry tucked in is a blueberry or some edible relative of the blueberry.

"We call them devil cherries." Martin picked out a few from the fruit pile and placed them on the table, crushing them with the bottom of the plate, revealing their inner qualities that were completely different from blueberries.The dark purple juice soaked into the rough wood table, without the strange smell of some non-edible fruits.

For those who are used to grabbing a few or even a small handful to eat, it is impossible to distinguish in time whether a certain one that is chewed in the mouth is a foreign species that sneaked in.

"I thought you doctors would be more familiar with these things." Kraft is more familiar with Martin's movements than berries. The so-called "messenger" puts on the hilt of the sword without any trace, and observes the surroundings secretly, just like in daily chat Natural relaxation.

As a colleague, Kraft read the meaning of his actions: there is danger, but I am not sure where it is, so I will try to pretend not to notice it.

"I'm not that familiar with the herb people. Sounds like you know what it is?"

Kraft looked back and saw the same hesitation in Martin's eyes.

There were only seven sailors on duty on the deck, and a group of three or four were chatting happily. From time to time, they could hear some explicit jokes about the lower body that were not suitable for children of Yvonne's age, which caused a burst of laughter.

This is not a ship of unknown origin. The captain has a good reputation in the industry circle, and he can be regarded as a "friend of a friend" he met through William.There is no possibility of being a merchant ship in normal times and occasionally being a guest in the illegal property transfer industry on the water.

"It can't be cooked anymore. It's simple. The most annoying thing is being boiled into tea, which makes people feel thirsty. They drink more before they wake up. Soon they won't need to drink water anymore." Martin whispered something that sounded like a conspiracy, and made no effort to hide the disgust in his tone.

"Convulsions, dilated pupils, loss of consciousness, and then fainted, as if the soul was sucked away by the devil. We found this thing in the back kitchen. When it was stewed, sugar and other condiments were added, and it was paired with the slightly bitter taste of the tea itself. Can you know what's going on?"

Hearing "dilated pupils" and "thirst", Kraft finally realized what it was.

【Belladonna】

In a classic and timeless case of poisoning, the patient will report "eating a few black wild fruits".Because the pharmacology is similar to atropine, it will be specifically mentioned as a potent anticholinergic substance, which inhibits the contraction of the pupil circular muscle and the secretion of the salivary glands, resulting in a series of symptoms.

The lethal dose is very small, and the extra belladonna fruit in this plate is enough to send everyone on the deck away.

It is no longer something ordinary people can do to be so insane.Kraft really couldn't think of who wanted to kill him, a doctor. It couldn't be a doctor-patient dispute, could it?

During this period of time, there were no moths who could not get off the stage after surgery, and coupled with the general traditional concept of "do not belong to the doctor's care after leaving the house", Kraft had to personally popularize the precautions after surgery.

Or someone related to the black liquid came to the door.It doesn't feel like it's possible. It's too long to take poisonous berries to kill him now.But other than that, he has never had conflicts with others, and there is no conflict of interest.

"Do you have any clues?" Since it's not me, it can only be Martin's side. From what he said, it seems that he has dealt with this kind of thing more than once.

"Not yet." Martin swept away those "devil cherries", picked out a handful of normal blueberries, and walked towards the sailors who were chatting in the distance, "Guys, do you want some blueberries?"

He happened to be thirsty after chatting in the sun for a long time, and the sailors happily took the berries from him that had just been mixed with the lethal poison.

Except for Kraft, no one noticed that Martin was watching everyone's reactions from the time they turned around, and his folded fingers blocked the light, so that people could only see that he was holding granulated berries, and the color was indistinguishable.

Without hesitation, these blueberries were directly stuffed into his mouth. Martin frowned slightly. No one showed even the slightest hesitation in the process of taking them to the entrance, and there was no sign of picking them.

Not surprisingly, with the short shirt on the sailor's body, it is too unrealistic to hide a handful of berries and leave the topic in full view to add ingredients to the fruit plate.

"Guys, has anyone else been on deck?" Kraft asked.

"do not know."

"It seems to be there, I haven't noticed it."

The sailors shook their heads to express that they hadn't noticed. Their attention was all absorbed by the chatter. This is not the sea. If they accidentally fell into the water, they would have time to jump in to save them. Who would care about this?

The two gave up getting information from the sailors, took the fruit plate and went back below deck, Kraft stopped Martin from throwing the fruit into the water.

"Keep it, I might be able to use this thing."

Natural atropine, with some scopolamine, is one of the few available drugs that can be found now. It can be used in many places by reducing the dose. It is the same antispasmodic drug as 6542 in the famous hospital 6542 joke, but the dose is controlled in herbal medicine. It is estimated that it will not be easy.

Martin glanced at him with the eyes of "you are not a good thing", and acquiesced in his behavior.

The doctor didn't intend to explain much, so it's better to explain where the acetylcholine M receptor is and the principle of competitive inhibition for free, "It would be a good idea to visit other passengers, what do you think?"

"of course."

There are not many passengers on this ship, occupying several separate cabins.Skipper offers a more expensive but more privacy option.

After interrupting a return sleep, refusing two backgammon duels, and an invitation to lunch, the two came to a cabin that was still locked in broad daylight.

As for the owner of this cabin, I only know that he is a city resident who boarded the ship before the two berthings. From the books he brought with him when he boarded the ship, it can be seen that the economic conditions are good and he is educated.

"Hello? I'm sorry to bother you, but it's really boring on board. Can I borrow a book? I'll pay for it." Kraft knocked on the door without much hope, finding a random reason.

It seems that the residents have not yet woken up, wasting the afternoon in sleep.After a while, the slight creaking sound of the wooden shaft turning sounded in the room.

It was somewhere away from the door panel, and Kraft didn't remember the captain being generous enough to equip the cabin with cupboards.

An arm stretched out, pushing him away from the door, and Martin covered his mouth with a silencing gesture, taking two steps back to make room.

【Porthole】

"It's a pity, then I'll come back next time..." While continuing to cover up his movements, Kraft retreated and drew his sword, while Martin kicked off the wall and ran towards the door with his eyes closed.

Objects were swept down in a panic, and heavy objects were pressed onto the tabletop placed in front of the porthole to ensure light.

His shoulder hit the door heavily, and the seemingly undefended hatch shook precariously, unexpectedly blocking the impact.

"He changed the deadbolt!" Martin stepped back again, and rushed out even harder despite the pain. Looking at the posture, he said that it was his father-killing enemy Kraft who also believed it.

The bayonet of the door bolt was torn from the place where it was nailed, and he made up for it, kicked open the door panel and rushed into the cabin.

There was the sound of splashing water coming out of the porthole, and a few pieces of clothes that had been taken off were thrown around, but the owner of the house had already escaped, showing good water skills, and swimming towards the distant shore.

And the neat and decent clothes of the two people present made it impossible for them to swim with the target for a while.Kraft, who had never experienced chasing murderers on water, looked confused. The low temperature in the Northland was never suitable for water exercise.

"Can you swim?"

"No!" Martin lifted his robe angrily, and when Kraft was about to persuade him to take off his clothes, he couldn't catch up, when a well-hidden small machine was exposed.

small crossbow.

The powerful and dexterous hands completed the process of taking off, winding, and aiming in two breaths.The machine gun was activated and bounced, and the small crossbow arrow with barbed arrowhead was shot out, rewound, and shot at the murderer in the water who thought he had escaped.

Even if the accuracy and strength are greatly affected after miniaturization, it is more than enough to deal with an unarmored target that has just swam more than ten meters away.

After missing one shot, the archer adjusted his breathing, and accurately pierced the remaining two crossbow arrows into the figure in the white water spray. Kraft's good eyesight could see that the man's posture was out of balance, and a ray of red melted into the dying figure. water waves.

"Someone fell into the water! Three silver coins, get him up!" Martin pointed his head through the porthole, shouted at the sailors on the deck, and aimed again.

(End of this chapter)