Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 63 Dream Experiment
Beauxbaton Hospital, in the sub-laboratory, Ivan wearing a black robe is doing a physical examination on volunteers.

He used a tape measure to measure the arm circumference of a strong man, and after registering the data on the paper, he nodded and said, "Yes, you are the best quality among the people who came this time."

The strong man hadn't recovered from the lifting test just now, and he patted his chest out of breath: "What should I say, I, Mamen Grandet, is the strongest man in this city, and it must be a job to hire me It’s a good deal, of course, it would be better if the price can be raised a little more.”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ivan move the dumbbell a bit with one hand.

That demeanor was indescribably relaxed, without even blinking an eyelid.

Boom—the dumbbell was thrown on the ground casually, and two deep marks were made on a thick rubber mat. The five wheel-shaped counterweights on the left and right were like heavy hills.

There are some test equipment beside them, which have been increased to the maximum tolerance threshold of this group of people.

Mammon's eyes widened, she was speechless for a while, and then walked aside with a smile.

Ivan simply dealt with the sundries, looked at the absent-minded state of the strong man, and frowned: "You all know what you are here for, don't you need me to say it again?"

The few people on the west side of the high platform looked at each other in blank dismay. To be honest, they knew what they were going to do, but now even if Ivan said to let them be mercenaries, these people felt more credible.

"You need us to come over to experiment with a drug, and you also promise that this drug is completely harmless to the body. It's just that when the effect of the drug is working, you will see some inexplicable hallucinations. When the effect of the drug is over, the hallucinations will disappear. will disappear."

At the end of the crowd stood a woman.

She looks a bit heroic, with her hair scattered at the back of her head and a simple middle part in front.

Her eyes are blank, her pupils are dull, and she likes to hold a black cloth strip when she talks, and a strangely shaped folding stick is pinned to the other side of her thigh—she looks like a blind woman.

Most of the bystanders' eyes lit up when they saw this woman's heroic face, but when they shifted their gaze to her dim eyes, they all sighed involuntarily.

The blind woman was not in a hurry: "Doctor Ivan, your medicine may not be effective for me, because I am a blind person and have never seen light since I was a child."

Ivan smiled: "It's okay, I have considered this issue a long time ago."

"The audience for drug experiments must be universal. It is best to include the elderly, children, and young people. The disabled can be regarded as a possibility. Moreover, the prepaid funds have already been issued. If the blind do not need to drink medicine, then I can only put you back."

"There is no such thing as taking money but not working."

In the end, his tone was rather cold.

This attitude made the blind woman sigh, and then she pretended to be deaf and dumb and resigned herself to fate.

Ivan didn't let this kind of negative thinking go. Most of the people who came to this place had a gamble mentality, or felt that they wanted to leave some property to their family and friends, with the purpose of exchanging their bodies for gold.

No matter which one it is, he will make good use of it without leaving any surplus value.

"I remember your name is Persephone, right?"

He continued: "If the experiment goes well, then this project work will exist for a long time. Think about it, one experiment can earn 5 gold lang. There are not many opportunities for this low-cost and high-profit."

Everyone was moved by Ivan's words.

They touched their heavy purses and enjoyed the scene of making money in the future, and they were jealous for a while.

The gambler's thinking is easy to understand. Anyway, he has already gambled his life once, so he might as well gamble a few more times. As long as Ivan can afford the money, he is willing to let them eat shit.

In front of them, Ivan concocted a concoction with plant powder.

The volunteers saw that all the operations were aboveboard, so they let go of the burden in their hearts. After observing for a while, they drank it all in one gulp.

Ivan showed a ruthless smile.

The effect of the medicine appeared.

They passed out one by one and entered a state of anesthesia.

Ice picks, long needles, tweezers, scalpels, Ivan took out the real tools from the hidden compartment at this time,

The rope twitched from the inside of the dark compartment, and the rotating shaft drove the wooden gears in the wall to rotate slowly, and slowly rose from the experimental table—a werewolf brain soaked in a huge glass.

There are finger-sized grooves in the top and left and right layers of the brain.

The lower brainstem presents a complex spiral pattern.

Some newborn areas are more pink, others are gelatinous, and if you look closely along the edge of the cerebral cortex, you will also find many plant root-like fibers hanging down.

Compared with the previous specimen state, the current werewolf brain has considerable activity.

Even the brain waves come alive.

In addition to physiological saline, the nutrient solution also added some new formulas.

Ivan looked at the masterpiece in the glass vessel with satisfaction. He leaned over to look at it for a while, and confirmed that the [Dream Maker Brain] hadn't changed at all, and then walked away disappointed.

Jingle.

The pick of ice is a bit tricky to use.

Pointed forepart too long.

If you apply force from the handle, it is easy to shift the force point.

If you want to break open the volunteer's skull, you can't just use this tool alone, you must first use it and knock the ground loose, and then sink a two-inch long needle into it.

In this way, as long as you control your strength.

Don't worry about internal bleeding.

Ivan made a small hole in everyone's skull, and connected it from the skull to the [Dream Maker] with silver wire.

On the smooth top of the small black umbrella utensil, there are solder joints left over from the smelting of metallic silver, and the silver wire can form physical contact on the solder joints.

"At present, it seems that only metallic silver can transmit the spiritual power of human beings."

The divine light in his pupils kept beating, and some knowledge beyond the supremacy of science became firewood for experiments after sorting out and summarizing.

"Sterling silver is a beautiful silver-white metal. It has good ductility, and its conductivity and heat transfer are the highest among all metals. If spiritual power is regarded as a kind of electrical signal, It's easy to understand."

"But mental power is not an electrical signal, it is a solution in the spirit body."

Ivan still wants to think deeply, but now it's time to observe the situation in the illusion.

He used [Wizard's Hand] to let the split soul body fly to the top of the [Dream Maker].The moment the soul body touches the [Dream Maker], the mental power will be sucked out of the soul body by it.

It is a substance that alternates between mist and liquid.

When stored in the spirit body, psychic power is liquid-like.

While in the outside world, mental power is like a gaseous state.

More importantly, the spiritual power has the ability to perceive, so as long as Ivan lets the [Dream Maker] absorb the spiritual power in his [Wizard's Hand], then even if he does not enter a state of deep sleep, he can observe and even interfere with the illusion the substance inside.

"Meet you in the dream world, volunteers."

After saying this, Ivan devoted himself to another world.

Cold and dark.

When Persephone opened her eyes, what she saw was a strange scene that she would never forget in her life—carpets of various colors were randomly placed on the ground, the pitch-black salute was like flowers growing on the ground, countless The silent man walked aimlessly.

She was so surprised that she didn't even realize what was wrong.

"Me, my eyes."

"I can actually see it."

Persephone kneaded the muscles next to the eyeballs, and the touch of his fingertips told her that this was definitely not an illusion.

(End of this chapter)