Hunting College

"Narrowing the field of view? How to zoom out?" Zheng Qing asked curiously.

Xiao Xiao obviously had a draft in mind: "Since everyone agreed that the 'm' is the initial letter of a certain word, let's first narrow our field of vision to the intersection of all clues, which is the first university. Screen all initials within the school. A list of labs with an 'm', current and former professors..."

"Will the school give us this kind of information?" Dylan looked skeptical.

Fatty Xin squeezed his chin, thoughtfully: "If there is a good reason, we can negotiate with the Trident Sword or Dan Hag."

"Tsk, the school probably doesn't like your suggestion."

Thinking of the delicate current situation between the First University and the Alliance, Zheng Qing has reservations about the fat wizard's 'naivety': "Speaking of which, even if the school agrees, the workload is not small... Not mentioning the teaching staff, the Institute of Applied Magic I have seen many laboratories. For example, the series of laboratories jointly established by Miskatonic University and First University all start with 'm'... There are also laboratories funded by the Morgan family, Mendel , Mason, Mary, etc., many old labs have 'm' in their names, even Professor Monteria's lab has an m."

Xiao Xiao concentrated on continuing to dissect the elf, indifferent to Zheng Qing's rambling words. It was Fatty Xin who noticed a contradiction between the fortune teller's suggestion and his previous attitude.

"According to the doctor's opinion, the suspicion of wizards in the North District will be greatly reduced."

The fat wizard snapped his fingers and counted carefully: "Whether it is the name of Colmar de Kinney, or the Kinney House, Gudao Street, and the wizard of the North District, it has nothing to do with 'm'."

"It's you, not me, who thinks that the crow is related to the wizard in the North District." The apologetic fortune-teller finally raised his head, looked at the fat wizard seriously, and at the same time tapped the side with the tweezers in his hand: "Don't move around!"

Zheng Qing was wearing silkworm leather gloves, and was picking up a spine that had just been pulled out from the tray, and tried to pinch it, but Xiao Xiao knocked his wrist just as he exerted force.

He exaggeratedly took a small breath, and let go.

"The bones are still hard."

The young public fee student tore off his gloves, touched his cold earlobe, and reminded his companions: "Do you still remember the two-headed ogre in the trial ground? Its bones looked big and hard, but they shattered when squeezed." , fragile and weak...I remember you said that it is because the mutation of the experimental body is not mature and stable enough, right?"

Xiao smiled and nodded slightly.

"But this one."

Zheng Qing pointed to the spine bone that was thrown into the plate just now: "The elf's bones should be brittle but not hard... I just used seven or eight parts of the force, and there is not even a single crack on the bone. What does this mean? "

"Does it mean that the mutation of the experimental body is relatively mature or stable?" Fatty Xin concluded in a rhetorical tone.

Dylan put away the notepad in his hand, squatted down, and fiddled with the other spine with tweezers, his tone full of suspicion: "If they are really mature experimental subjects, why do they go crazy?"

Xiao Xiao slowly peeled off a piece of scorched skin, and replied softly: "Maybe their madness is not out of control, but some kind of experimental state."

The other three fell silent.

Zheng Qing sighed, stood up, stretched his waist, and turned around the scorched oak tree stump. The crisp branches after carbonization broke under his feet, making a dry and piercing crackling sound. One of the split branches seemed to have hidden a certain tree sperm or a squirrel's nest, and the gaps between the split branches faintly emanated The smell of smoked siren rum—Zheng Qing guessed that there might be stored berries in it were roasted—mixed with the peaty smell of potion reagents from Xiao Xiao's side, giving people a kind of intoxicating Feel.

"This is a preliminary investigation report, sign it and send it back first."

Dylan handed over the note board through the branch: "It doesn't contain our guesses about this matter, it just lists various clues...and the results of the autopsy."

Zheng Qing simply flipped through the pages.

This mutated Great Yarmouth elf corpse is similar to the corpse of the two-headed ogre in his impression. There are many sutures after surgery and traces of wound healing after the use of healing magic in the body.

But there is also something special about it.

For example, the skin, under normal circumstances, the elf's skin is as thin as silkworm skin, but this elf's skin is covered with a layer of white mesh structure. Dylan put a bracket at the end of this record, which says Convincing Xiao Xiao's guess, he believed that this layer of mesh structure was to strengthen the elf's body structure to ensure that it would not be chapped all over after it became violent, which would cause massive blood loss and death.

"Remember that two-headed demon?"

Zheng Qing turned to the end, noticed a gap, and looked up at Dylan: "That ogre used to devour the flesh and soul of warriors in the tribe ~www.readwn.com~ to maintain its activities...then these little elves What about it? The doctor didn’t find anything of the same kind or high-energy remains in its gut.”

"What do you think?" Dylan took back the notepad, pulled out the quill, and made a record.

Zheng Qing scratched his hair annoyed.

"My first reaction was actually Dr. Duzem's Philosopher's Stone. It's impossible for those crows to catch Zhu Si just to play games with her." He sighed again, feeling a sense of irritability in his heart: " But I also think that no one should be stupid enough to risk offending a legendary wizard to do such a stupid thing..."

"There are not many black wizards with a normal mind." Dylan pouted, added Zheng Qing's conjecture at the end of the report, and then handed over the notepad again: "Hurry up and sign...we haven't had dinner yet! If I had known, Should have brought all the fish and chips that Fatty ordered."

"The food that the black wizard gave you is also thinking about it, it's terrible."

Zheng Qing shook his head, and hastily signed his name. Before he could ignite the report, a group of blue flames burst out from the void, and in an instant, a neck, head and wings grew out, turning into a blue bird , chattering around Zheng Qing's head:

"News from the London Branch of the Three-Cross Sword: The aftermath accident handling team has arrived at the White Crow Bar and is waiting for the handover with the Excuse Hunting Team. Please complete the handover as soon as possible."

"It's really annoying, handing over again?" Zheng Qing complained as soon as he uttered the words, then he realized that his eyes widened suddenly, and he froze in place.

Didn't the aftermath team have handed over to them in White Crow?

Who is waiting now?

Similar to him.

After hearing the news, the rest of the Forgiveness Hunting Team were also dumbfounded.