The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 85 Experiment (4K)

guinea pig?
Baron Strucker was suddenly suspicious, and he didn't know what was going on in his bare mind.Just about to ask, the Ford car has slowly stopped.

Williams Manor in the night, here we come.

Li Ang blew an unknown whistle, pushed a small red cart from the backyard, put Strack and the man in bandages together, and transported them to the basement.

Pushing open the steel gate, Li Ang blew a sharp whistle casually, the restraint circle suddenly rotated, the runes and talismans shifted and changed positions, canceling some functions, so that Constantine and Rebecca could see and hear the scene in the basement with sound.

The two occult masters were writing with their heads down, when they suddenly saw Li Ang dragging a bald man with one hand and a bandaged man with the other, and placed the two on the cold tiled floor in the middle of the basement.

Li Ang pressed the button on the wall, and the lights embedded in the ceiling brightened a little, making Baron Sterak a little bit blindfolded, while the bandaged man next to him was still in a coma, muttering to himself , speaking indistinct nonsense.

After Li Ang put the two down, he didn't stop, turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.

no one said anything,

Constantine was the first to break the silence. He turned around with difficulty in the narrow and cramped magic circle, and said to Rebecca, "Your Excellency Witch, can you decipher this circle?"

"What are you thinking?" Rebecca snorted coldly, and said expressionlessly: "I have never seen this kind of magic circle before, its structure, magic power flow and even the semantics and word order of the spell are all the same as what I know. The occult is quite different."

"But you can at least understand it, right?" Constantine asked unwillingly, "You are a wizard who has lived for more than 200 years."

"Hehe," Rebecca replied in a contemptuous tone, "you are still a well-known liar who is notorious and hunted down by the forces of the mysterious world around the world, so you are still locked up here."

Constantine curled his lips, too lazy to bother with the old witch, turned his head to Baron Sterak who was lying on the ground and said, "Dude, where are you?"

Strack didn't make a sound, he just tried his best to support half of his body, and put the weight of his whole body on the palm of his left hand.

click,

As the crisp sound of bones echoed in the basement, Strack restored a broken finger bone to its original position,

Regardless of the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he followed suit and successfully straightened all five fingers.

Constantine scratched his stubbled chin, and squatted in the circle with great interest, watching the whole process of Baron Sterak's struggle for freedom and life.

"Hey buddy, are you playing "The Shawshank Redemption" or "Prison Break"?"

The bald man ignored Konstantin's noise, straightened his leg bones and spine with one hand, panted heavily, and struggled to get up from the ground.

With stumbling steps, Strack slowly moved to the door of the basement, and pressed his body against the smooth wall.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when Li Ang entered the door again, even if there was only a glimmer of life that was too small to be seen, he would firmly grasp it.

The door to the basement opened, and Li Ang was holding a large opaque plastic bag in his hand.

Strack appeared in a blink of an eye, with only one arm left, he looked like a sad and belated hero at this moment, squeezing his own life like a candle in the wind, like a fleeting firework, overdrawing its brilliance in the deep night.

The fist that was corroded and bruised by alkaline water pierced through the air, reaching half an inch in front of Li Ang, unable to enter.

What blocked the punch was only a finger, more precisely, a raised middle finger.

"Isn't it okay to just lie down?" Li Ang sighed, and pointed his middle finger towards Strack's forehead. The vast spiritual energy broke the bald head's tendons, causing him to fall down with trembling convulsions.

Constantine and Rebecca were still writing with their heads down, turning a deaf ear to what was happening in front of them, and looked serious like those students who were worried about being called out by the teacher in class.

Li Ang grabbed Strucker's collar and dragged the bald head back to the center of the basement.

Strack tried his best to twist his eyes, staring at Li Ang from the corner of his eyes.

"This is the leader of Hydra, Your Excellency Sterak, who is good at combat and tactical command. The weapon is a mechanical prosthetic that can spray flames and lightning. It is characterized by super self-healing ability-you will soon know about this. can see."

While talking, Li Ang walked to the sink in the corner of the basement, and took out an iron plate from a plastic bag. There were a variety of tools in the iron plate.

Scalpel, hemostat, scissors, organ knife, tweezers, needles, craniotomy saw
His voice echoed in the empty basement, and the silent cold light silently complained about all this,
"The present world is much more interesting than I imagined. Such a complex power system is an eye-opener. The four of you are all experimental subjects collected by me. I have already formulated different experimental plans according to your respective characteristics. Do my best to help me understand the mysteries of this world to the greatest extent."

"Wait," Constantine couldn't hold back, and questioned, "Experiment, what experiment? Didn't you promise me that you would let me go after I finished writing these occult books?"

Li Ang spread his hands and replied calmly: "I just promised to help you find a new body, but I didn't say that I would let you go."

"." Constantine gritted his teeth, trying not to let the angry expression appear on his face, "What are you doing to us?"

"Cognition" Li Ang replied solemnly: "If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening. Knowing all the mysteries of this world and searching for all the knowledge in the universe, this is my ultimate goal."

On the way to the avenue, how many monks have lost themselves by the so-called "power", become stronger in order to become stronger, indulge in the hypocritical power of moving mountains and seas, picking stars and moons, completely forgetting their once Awe and reverence for the unknown, for the Dao.

Knowledge is power.

Li Ang looked at the incomprehension and confusion in Constantine's eyes, and just shook his head, "In my heyday, I can crush you into powder with just a flick of my finger, but what's the point of that?

Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, magic, witchcraft, Nordic runes, and even mutant abilities. The reason why these power systems are attractive in my eyes is not because of the power itself, but the mystery behind the power. "

Rebecca's eyelashes trembled a little, and she reluctantly followed Li Ang's train of thought, and replied, "You are the prisoner. The reason why you imprisoned us is just to explore unknown areas?"

"You can say that," Li Ang replied frankly: "To understand the world requires practice, and the best way to practice is to conduct experiments yourself."

"What do you mean by experiment?" Constantine pouted at the surgical tools and asked, "Don't tell me, you plan to dissect us all."

"Anatomy?" Li Ang laughed and said, "Then you really underestimate me. Dissection and slices are a waste of precious experimental materials!"

When Constantine heard this, he felt a chill running through his whole body, staring at Li Ang like he was staring at a monster.

"On the road of exploring the avenue of truth, I need to have strong and sufficient social resources as a backing, and I need to have enough sample materials for experiments. You all cherish the materials. How can I be willing to slice you up?"

Li Ang shook his head and kept sighing, as if he was bemoaning why Constantine would ask such a stupid question, "Don't worry, I said that I have made a test plan for each of you, if you can cooperate with me honestly , not only will it not cause harm to your body, but it will also have great benefits."

"I don't want any benefits, I just want to have cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana." Konstantin kept rubbing his chin with blue stubble, staring at dead fish eyes, and said with difficulty: "I also feel sorry for you." There is no great enthusiasm for the World Discovery Project, so please let me go and let me lie quietly on the ground as a salted fish without dreams, okay?"

"Even if it is salted fish, it will have its own value!" Li Ang said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Constantine, I will not disappoint your contribution to the cause of mankind! There will be a place for you too."

If the second-rate warlock had a cigarette in his hand, he must have fallen to the ground in shock because of the other party's shamelessness, "Hey, I'm not dead yet, why do you sound like I've died suddenly on the spot and died on the spot?"

".Wait." A struggle flashed across Rebecca's delicate face, which was soon replaced by firmness. "If your purpose is to explore the truth, maybe I can help you."

"Oh?" Li Ang nodded noncommittally, and asked, "What can you do for me?"

Rebecca took a deep breath, and said seriously: "I was trying to explore the mysteries of the soul, but my colleagues on the mysterious side labeled me as 'violating the realm of God' and chased me down for countless years. In other words, longevity is just a way to explore the unknown.”

Constantine's eyes widened, and he complained frantically in his heart: "Are you out of your mind? How dare you stand on the same side as this lunatic?!"

"Very good," Li Ang said to Rebecca with a warm smile on his face, "I will give you a chance after you finish writing these occult classics."

"Wait a minute!" Konstantin turned from a cynical and cynical look, with a serious expression like a serious university professor, "Actually, I am also a suitor of tidying up, and I hope you will give me a chance, and I want to be one too." researcher."

"Very good!" Li Ang's smile was even more contagious, "After you finish copying, I will give you some assessment items. If you pass, you will be qualified to serve as my research assistants. If you don't pass, the salary will be reduced." Down to the level of mice, white rabbits, and frogs in the hands of medical college students."

The corners of Constantine's eyes twitched. The white mice, white rabbits, and frogs used by medical students as practical materials are extremely miserable existences. But it is really impossible to survive, and impossible to die.

Li Ang ignored the second-rate warlock who was faintly regretting, stretched himself, bent down and squatted beside Strucker, watching the bald man's rapid body self-healing ability - just a few minutes of effort , Sterak's festered lips grew back, and the cartilage of the nose even sprouted upward spreading granulation.

"Because of the rudimentary facilities of the place, we can only use Lord Strucker, who has the ability of high-speed healing, to test at present—anyway, as long as you don't behead your head, it won't break no matter how you play."

Li Ang's tone was extremely gentle, but Constantine and Rebecca trembled suddenly, buried their heads a little lower, and wrote in a hurry.

He took out the dark blue mask and wrap-around hat from the plastic bag, put them on carefully, and began to clean his hands.

First cut the nails short with nail clippers, then wash off the dirt in the crevices of the nails with clean water, then take a sterile brush, dip it in high-temperature soapy water, and carefully scrub the two arms.

"From the fingertips to about ten centimeters above the elbows are the parts that need to be cleaned. From bottom to top, after scrubbing the arms with a sterile brush, rinse off the soapy water with clean water. This process needs to be repeated three times."

Li Ang explained while washing his hands, for fear that other people in the basement would not know the details, "After washing your hands, take another sterile brush, dip it in iodophor with a concentration of [-]%, and scrub your palms. with the forearm once."

The entire process of cleaning hands is cumbersome and complicated, against the monotonous sound of flushing water, and Leon's contagious and affectionate statement, inexplicably has the atmosphere of a horror movie.

Constantine did not turn his head, and kept silent all the time. He wrote silently, his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him, but the pen that engraved the esoteric scriptures trembled a little.
He knew what Leon was doing,
Aseptic preparation before surgery.

"When wearing a surgical gown, you should first lift the sides of the collar, insert your hands into the sleeves lightly and smoothly, stretch your arms forward, and then the nurse will assist you to fasten the belt."

Li Ang put on the dark blue sterile surgical gown, and then took out clean latex gloves. He put on his right hand first and then his left, with a rigorous and careful attitude.
He turned around, took the iron plate containing surgical tools, and put it down beside the bald man,

With a clang, the surgical tools in the iron pan vibrated slightly, reflecting the bright lights in the ceiling.

"I'm very curious about your self-healing ability, Your Excellency Strack."

Li Ang gently picked up the scalpel, and said with Strack's terrified expression: "Will you not move around during the autopsy later?"

not good.

Strucker mobilized his throat with all his strength, but none of the muscles in his limbs obeyed his orders, and he could only watch helplessly as the scalpel fell slowly.

"Now cut a hole in the center of the two clavicles, and draw it down in a straight line until the middle of the pubic bone"

Blood gurgled, along the lines of the floor, and flowed to the floor drain in the corner of the basement.

(End of this chapter)