North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 37 Celebrity Butts

Facing the needle right under his nose, Edgar Allan Poe was silent for a long time.

Finally he rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms.

Perhaps he had not completely let down his guard, but as a great detective, he believed more in logic.

Indeed, if A-Zu wanted to kill him, it would undoubtedly be more convenient to poison the wine, and there would be no need for such a blatant method.

What's more, although Edgar Allan Poe came to the shipyard alone, many people knew that he came to the shipyard to see A-Zu.

If he can't go back, this young man from China will never be able to clear himself of suspicion.

Based on what Edgar Allan Poe knew about Azu, the young man would not do such a stupid thing.

So, he finally rolled up his sleeves obediently.

A-Zu smiled at him and plunged the needle in his hand into Poe's pale skin.

But he only pushed a tiny amount of medicine in, and then pulled out the needle.

Poe was stunned: "Lee, why didn't you get the injection?"

A-Zu put away the syringe and said, "Don't worry, I'm doing a skin test on you! If your body is allergic to penicillin, then there's really nothing I can do."

"Skin test?"

As a famous poet and novelist, Edgar Allan Poe undoubtedly has a vocabulary far beyond that of ordinary people.

But this was the first time he heard this word.

What's more, A-Zu used transliteration and directly translated the Chinese word "皮試" into "pishi".

Because there is no such word in contemporary English!

It would be a wonder that Edgar Allan Poe understood it.

"What is...pishi?" Poe couldn't help but ask.

"It's about injecting a tiny amount of medicine to see if you're allergic to a specific drug!"

"Then...what is guomin?"

"Uh...!" A-Zu found that he needed to do a little science popularization.

Because in medicine, allergic reactions were not discovered until several decades later in the 20th century.

At present, neither doctors nor ordinary people have any concept of allergies.

A-Zu thought for a moment and said, "Allergy... it's when the body has a severe adverse reaction to a certain drug... no, not just a drug, but to a certain substance! In the most severe cases, it can even lead to death!"

"I said this, do you understand?"

"Isn't that poison?" Edgar Allan Poe deduced this conclusion quite astutely.

A-Zu was speechless for a long moment before continuing to explain, "No! Unlike poison, certain allergens are harmless to most people, but for some individuals, they do produce poison-like effects."

Poe was quite surprised: "What...? There is a poison that only works on specific individuals?"

Poe, thinking like a great detective, continued to reason: "If such a magical substance really exists, then if I know someone is allergic to a certain substance... can it be used to murder people?"

"But this substance is harmless to most people, so this act of murder can't be considered poisoning?"

"So, is this behavior considered a crime?"

In Poe's mind, he had already begun to plan a perfect murder and write a detective novel based on it.

A-Zu looked at him in a trance and had no idea that this novelist had already entered the creative moment.

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, it was discovered that there was no allergic reaction on the arm where Edgar Allan Poe had undergone the skin test.

"Very good!" A Zu breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the syringe again: "Dear Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, please take off your pants!"

"What?" Poe's eyes widened. "You want me to take off my pants? Lee, what do you want to do?"

"Of course it's penicillin!" A Zu raised the syringe in his hand and said, "Don't other doctors give you injections in the butt when they give you injections?"

"Of course not! They're all injection arms!"

"Oh, but I only know how to spank!" "Why?"

"Because I'm not a professional doctor, if I accidentally puncture your artery, it will be very serious!"

As a great detective, Edgar Allan Poe was very familiar with the structure of the human body, and the buttocks was undoubtedly the place with the least arteries.

So, he thought it was reasonable, and he took off his pants consciously, sticking out his pale buttocks for A Zu to give him the injection.

This is a celebrity's butt!
It’s very rewarding to play!
Without hesitation, A-Zu injected all the penicillin in the syringe into Edgar Allan Poe's white butt.

"All right! Respected Mr. Poe, you may put on your trousers."

Poe felt nothing but a slight pain.

Pulling up his pants, he hesitated and said, "Li, is the treatment complete now?"

"Yes!"

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple!"

"But, I have a very serious pneumonia infection... cough cough cough!"

Edgar Allan Poe found it hard to believe that a simple injection could cure the severe pneumonia that had plagued him for a long time.

"Mr. Poe, you may go home now! From now on, please come for the injection at this time every day until you recover."

Poe simply did not believe that such a simple treatment could restore him to health.

But out of courtesy, he still sorted out his clothes and said to A Zu, "Li, thank you for giving me some hope and comfort! But... I will continue to investigate the case until I find real evidence and the real culprit."

"Of course!" A-Zu smiled nonchalantly, "The Great Detective never gives up easily."

A Zu was not afraid at all that he would continue to investigate. Even when he bought glasses and a fake beard, he had carefully disguised himself and never revealed his true identity.

To Zu, Poe was no threat at all.

The only threat is the Cameron family!
Especially the old Colonel Cameron mentioned by Edgar Allan Poe!

I'm not afraid of Edgar Allan Poe investigating the case and looking for evidence, I'm just afraid that the Cameron family will not care about anything and would rather kill the wrong person than let him go!

After Edgar Allan Poe left, A-Zu sat in the study and pondered for a long time.

Even if Poe did not report it voluntarily, the Cameron family would sooner or later know that Poe listed himself as one of the main suspects.

From Jason and Vic, Zu got a general understanding of the Cameron family.

With the Cameron family's style of doing things, evidence is not important at all. As long as there is suspicion, it is enough reason to kill.

After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind.

He picked up a pen and paper, made a list, and then asked Jason to buy a complete set of manual processing equipment and necessary materials.

After taking two Springfield M1842 rifles, Azu locked himself in the room again.
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The next day, it was early in the morning.

Edgar Allan Poe in the inn, waking from a deep sleep.

Just as he was getting ready to get up, Poe realized that something was missing.

"Did you lose something?"

After sitting on the bed for a while, Poe suddenly stood up, without even washing up, and hurriedly put on his coat and ran out.

A quarter of an hour later, Edgar Allan Poe got off the carriage and headed straight for the three-story building in the shipyard.

"Lee, guess what I found?"

Edgar Allan Poe stood downstairs, shouting with excitement.

A-Zu lazily stuck his head out of the window and asked, "Mr. Poe, what have you discovered so early in the morning?"

"I found that I didn't cough the whole night!"

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