The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Fran rubbed her hands together, barely able to contain her excitement, and the corners of her lips almost turned up in a smile... This was normal; her mood would visibly improve every time the resolution was improved.

"Alright, Miss Vivian, please keep this autopsy report safe..."

She handed the booklet, which was filled with writing, to Vivian, and then planned to first provide some emergency treatment to the survivors in the "swaddling clothes".

Just as Fran turned around, Professor Terence quickly reached out and stopped her.

"Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong, Professor Terence?"

Fran looked at the elderly professor who had suddenly appeared in front of him with some curiosity.

Sitalens looked somewhat anxious, which seemed unusual for his usual aloof demeanor. However, Child remained calm, as if he were used to this... Professors at White Cups often turned out this way when faced with academic information.

"Dr. Fran, can we share this autopsy report? ... The White Cup Order is willing to pay the appropriate price."

"It's a minor issue, I'm happy to share this information..."

Fran first expressed his attitude, then changed the subject and began to speak in an official tone with a troubled expression.

“However, I am currently the coroner for the Hunters. Therefore, the ability to present the relevant documents requires Sister Haida’s consent.”

Terence immediately turned his gaze to Heda.

Haida pursed her lips slightly, and in the deep eyes of this antiquarian, she saw a hint of almost desperate pleading...

“No need to worry, Professor Terence. This kind of ‘wartime information’ can be shared with collaborators free of charge. Even if you don’t see it now, the General Affairs Department will send the shared documents to the White Cup Order later.”

She then took the autopsy report from Fran and handed it to Terence.

"Thank you very much, Sister Haida."

Terence breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving the booklet containing the report, and his expression returned to its previous composure.

It's debatable how much valuable information of this kind will remain by the time it reaches the White Cup Order after passing through the General Affairs Department... It's better to lower our expectations and look at the firsthand information directly.

It took Terence some time to read the autopsy report carefully.

Professional, concise, and also revealing the author's understated casualness... truly characteristic of Dr. Fran. He jotted down a few key pieces of information. He then exchanged the booklet with Heda.

"Given the potential threats posed by the sewers, I will request Principal Grantham's permission to jointly carry out the cleanup operation."

"Looking forward to working with you again, all three. May the thoughts of the great pioneers flow through your minds."

This is just a preliminary reconnaissance mission, aimed at figuring out the cause of the pile of corpses and the previous strange phenomena near the academy. There is no need to go any further.

After bowing, Terence turned and left with Child.

"call……"

While Terence was reviewing the autopsy report, Fran had already rescued all the survivors from the newborn swaddling clothes and provided them with some emergency care.

"A total of 15 people, a very interesting number."

“These patients have been in the dark for too long, so I’m covering them with a cloth to prevent eye burns. Also, they all have some degree of muscle atrophy and are unable to move on their own. Let’s wait for the medical staff to bring stretchers.”

A pale gray mist quietly spread, and Fran stretched, seemingly preparing to leave as well.

Before leaving, she seemed to suddenly remember something. Then, with her hands behind her back, she gracefully walked up to Haida.

"What's wrong, Dr. Fran?"

Looking at the enigmatic smile on Fran's lips, Haida suddenly felt a bad premonition.

Si: "This case is very interesting, so I'm going to give you an extra 'reminder.' Come closer."

Although she wasn't quite sure what Fran was going to do, out of trust in Fran... Haida still lowered her head and moved closer to her.

"Tap, tap, tap." A gentle tapping sound followed.

Sofran extended his index finger and tapped her forehead three times with his knuckles.

After that, S waved her hand and lightly stepped into the misty, dark corner, leaving Heda and Vivian bewildered.

o……What does this mean?

U——

:——

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Chapter Seventy-Four: Heisenberg!

No. 13, North District, Fog Street Clinic.

Warm mist hung in the air, and the warm water dampened Fran's pale hair before splashing onto the bathroom floor, creating a soft, rhythmic sound.

She reached out, her fingertips tracing across her smooth, fair skin, and spread the already fluffy shower gel evenly.

"While autopsies on vampires are certainly interesting, it's really easy to end up with a strange smell... not to mention having walked through the sewers."

If a vampire were to self-immolate in the sunlight, only a pool of ashes would remain... while if the cause of death were other, the body would generally be gruesome. Such opportunities for a complete autopsy are relatively rare.

Speaking of which, [dust removal and dirt removal] can eliminate particles that carry odors in the surrounding environment.

However, such microscopic applications are quite laborious and time-consuming, so they are not commonly used. The last time she cleansed herself of the surrounding pollution in the shadows of Norrington, she was already exhausted.

Fran dried herself off, put on her clothes, and left the bathroom. Sigrid stood by the door, her hands hanging down, seemingly having been waiting for some time.

"Dr. Fran, would you like me to dry your hair?"

"Thank you for your help." Fran nodded and agreed.

What a dedicated attitude! Miss Sigrid truly loves what she does...

Although she hadn't been in the position for long and was only a maid in name only, she was already quite skilled in her duties.

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom, Sigrid began to dry Fran's wet hair.

"Dr. Fran, the feathers on your head... seem to have grown back?"

She noticed two tufts of fine, frosty white downy feathers on the quills of Fran's hair, which looked somewhat wilted after being soaked in moisture.

"Since it's molting, it's natural for feathers to grow back. It's a normal physiological phenomenon."

Fran explained casually, while reaching out to pinch the pale pink quills to guide out the newly grown ear feathers.

She glanced at her brass pocket watch. It was nearly eleven o'clock.

According to his usual biological clock, Fran should be getting ready for bed around this time...

But Fran showed no sign of wanting to rest today. She dressed neatly in her blazer and white doctor's coat, and even had Sigrid braid her hair.

Are you going out today?

Seeing that Fran wasn't wearing pajamas as usual, Sigrid asked him curiously.

"No need to go out, but I might have to work overtime. I need to finish the research on the biomechanics of the 'Black Abundance Theory' before the last cross-disciplinary outpatient visit of the year... Time is tight and the task is heavy."

"Don't worry about me, Sigrid. Just keep your normal routine."

Fran raised an eyebrow, put on a white heavy-duty hazmat suit, and entered the operating room to begin assessing the monthly outpatient fee.

I'm hoping to find something useful for my research; my collection of toys gathering dust in my storage room is almost overflowing...

……

Portable, top-of-the-line ice maker.

Quality: Average.

[Effect: You know, that's about it... It makes very pure ice cubes, so you can have a cold drink anytime. The machine is portable and slowly replenishes its tank by drawing moisture from the surrounding air (the product is absolutely not addictive).]

[Note: "I am awake... Let's cook." — Not Heisenberg.]

Looking at the delicate little instrument on the operating table, Fran narrowed his amber eyes and fell into a long silence.

Finally, she pursed her lips slightly, raised her hand, and slammed it heavily on the counter.

"Why do you have to specifically state that 'it has absolutely no addictive properties' and 'it's not Heisenberg'? You're just overdoing it with your cover-up!"

Without a doubt, this instrument is of no help to Fran's current research.

Furthermore, it's currently unknown whether the substances it produces are harmful to humans. However, judging from both the description of its effects and that note, the safety of this product is extremely worrying…

Fran tried pulling the lever of the machine, and immediately many neat square ice cubes fell from the outlet into the metal container below.

"Just a taste."

Since she herself was the most stable testing equipment and experimental subject, this guy didn't hesitate to pick up a piece, throw it into his mouth, and start chewing.

"Oh, it really is purified water..."

As the ice melted in his mouth, Fran squinted, a hint of disappointment creeping into his voice.

"I haven't thought of any use for it yet. But the description 'portable' is quite fitting. Compared to a regular ice maker, it's much smaller and can be put into a first-aid kit for emergencies."

Based on the current description of its effects, it appears to be able to provide water in extreme environments.

Although Fran himself doesn't have much of a need for this, those around him might need it sometimes.

"Next, let's debug the prototype of the bio-device. Currently, I don't have enough data on the materials for the spirit bone, and the coccyx rudimentary shape I've managed to create is riddled with flaws..."

Although the advanced experiments are still in their early stages, she has been planning them for a long time, and most of the technical challenges have been resolved. Now, she only needs to accumulate experimental models according to the established framework and eliminate defective ones...

"If my philosophy is correct, then the final product should be able to achieve 'flawless' quality."

Before embarking on her arduous task, Zero inexplicably recalled the joke she had just made with Haida, and a smile appeared on her glossy lips.

"Sister Heda is very intelligent, but it may take some time for her to truly understand the meaning of the 'reminder'."

"Of course, I hope she can gain more inspiration from this mysterious number, rather than actually coming to my bedroom in the middle of the night..."

-

The headquarters of the Nine Hunting Mystics.

After completing the mission and returning to the Hunter's Order's preparation room, Haida did not devote herself to training or studying arcane texts as usual.

She sat calmly on the sofa, her fingers intertwined, lost in thought.

3. Vivian sat opposite her, looking at Sister Heda who stood like a statue, and for a moment she didn't know what to say to break the heavy atmosphere. She could only take a soda cracker from the small wicker basket on the table and put it in her mouth.

As the subtle sweetness of the soda crackers and the aroma of vanilla filled her mouth, Vivian quickly felt relaxed and at ease. Leaning back on the sofa, she even felt a little sleepy.

Let Sister Heda rest quietly for a while; even she herself is a little frightened by the amount of training she usually does.

Heda pondered the meaning of Dr. Fran's "hint" the entire way, becoming so engrossed in her thoughts that she was almost entranced.

Although she maintained impeccable rigor when reporting the mission details to Supervisor Alvin in the General Affairs Department, Vivian, who had been spending a lot of time with her recently, could easily sense that she was in a distracted state...

To replenish her sugar levels, Haida also picked up a biscuit and put it in her mouth, then continued to resume her sculpted pose.

What exactly was the meaning behind Dr. Fran's three taps on the forehead as a "reminder"?

The third refers to the order of events? Does it mean this is the third case related to the Red Cup this year?

No, that's not right. This conjecture is completely worthless as a "reminder." Moreover, if we consider Lady Solani's timeline item by item, surveying the drainage system doesn't even qualify as the third mission.

Are you referring to the time? We entered the sewer around 19 PM and left before 23 PM.

It's not impossible to force a connection between Sanhe and time, but it seems a bit far-fetched.

Or perhaps, it's just a simple number... but it carries some special meaning.

Earlier, when Dr. Fran was counting the number of survivors, he said, "15 people, an interesting number"... This may be a hint, but what does it mean?

For a fleeting moment, Haida felt she was about to touch the key to the whole affair.

...but the flash of inspiration was fleeting. She ultimately did not reach a clear and definitive conclusion.

"Sister Haida, it's almost midnight."

Seeing Haida looking rather sullen, Vivian nervously reminded her of the time.

Although the agents of the Secret Service don't mind working night shifts due to the nature of their work, she still hoped to take a vacation as soon as the investigation was completed.

Upon hearing this, Haida was slightly taken aback, and her gaze toward Vivian carried a hint of apology.

"Sorry, I was a little distracted. Vivian, why don't you go and rest? I'll stay in the preparation room for a bit."

As she spoke, she pointed to the weapons hanging all over her nun's robes, and it would indeed take some time to unload them one by one.

Lin said, "Mmm. Goodnight, Sister Haida."

Vivian wanted to say, "Don't overwork yourself, take care of yourself," but considering that her health was being monitored by both Dr. Marian and Dr. Fran, she figured she didn't need to worry about it...