[Comprehensive] There seems to be something wrong with the judge

Now that he had expected to hurt Hasebe in advance, Dupont would not act rashly and act recklessly.Holding the knife in his hand, he carefully observed the scars on it and counted their number.He pondered the known information: The Government of Time divided the degree of injury of the swordsmen into three degrees: serious injury, slander injury and minor injury.

Judging from the data, the demarcation line between these three states is not clear-although every god judge has the ability to judge which of the swords' injuries belong to these three categories, but there is no such thing as a criminal offense. Specific identification standards such as minor injuries and serious injuries in the hospital.Of course, it is also very unrealistic to require people with different majors, ages, and educational backgrounds to master the standards of a complex profession like forensic medicine.

It is known that the real sword must kill if the sword appears, it must be in the state of slander or serious injury.If you are seriously injured, you need to return to this pill, otherwise you will be in danger of being broken.But the wounds on the body of the sword will be reflected in the human form.And vice versa—then, is there a corresponding relationship in position between the figure of the sword and the body?

If this correspondence exists, which part of the body does the body of the sword correspond to—the tip of the knife is the head, the stem of the knife is the foot, and the blade is the body?Du Peng thought about it, and felt that there were really many, many problems that he needed to explore.

He carefully disassembled Hasebe's main body carefully.There are many nicks and cracks in the knife, and there is a feeling that it will break if you use a little more force.Dupont took out his Polaroid camera and took a picture of Hasebe's body.He changed various angles, took photos of the scars on the body one by one, and lined up the instantly generated photos on the table.

Then, he stood up with the camera in his hand, walked over to Hasebe and said, "Hasebe, stand up."

Fu Sangshen immediately responded to his request and stood up from the ground.Du Peng held up the camera, and before taking pictures, he comforted again thoughtfully: "Don't be afraid, I won't show the photos to others."

Press cut Hasebe did not show a relieved expression.It should be said that even when he saw Dupont holding up the camera to his naked body, he did not show any worry at all.But he still nodded in cooperation, and then, according to Dupont's request, sometimes raised his limbs, and sometimes turned back and forth.

Dupont is like a forensic doctor who examines injuries, taking pictures of every scar on Hasebe's body, and arranges them in another row after the photos are output, just like the previous photos of the body.Hitting the knife has been docilely cooperating with the movements of the judge.He doesn't ask why, doesn't blush, doesn't feel ashamed of being naked.

——Compared with Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, who always thinks too much, his attitude is very natural, like a model injured patient, who is trying his best to cooperate with the work of the medical staff.

When the preparations were over, Dupont returned to his place, placed Hasebe's body on the knife holder he prepared, carefully controlled the spiritual power, and kept the spiritual power at a normal level.Different from the method taught by the government of the time to the new Shenshen, he did not use the whole spiritual power to pour into the body of the sword, but selected a small part of it, and kept tapping it lightly with a scoring stick.

According to the normal procedure, these scars will be like dust that has been dusted off, and as long as the spiritual power is sufficient, they will slowly disappear.But on Hasebe's body, this scar was like a stubborn stain, repeated over and over again, and there was no improvement at all after 10 minutes.

Dupont was a little distressed.He thought of a rumor that was widely circulated among god judges on the Internet-the dark fall is irreversible.

It seems that, summarizing what we know so far, the dark fall has reduced the influence of the god judges against the gods of death to below zero.At the cost of alienation and loss of sanity, Fu Sangshen can survive in the wild environment independently without relying on the spiritual power of the god judge.At the same time, the psychic powers of the Inquisitors are no longer effective in healing their physical wounds.Instead, it will hurt them.

Dupont stopped what he was doing, and looked at Hasebe, who was kneeling obediently by the side.Fu Sangshen's complexion was normal, his breathing was steady, his body muscles were relaxed, and nothing abnormal could be seen.

Dupont asked, "Does it hurt?"

The brown-haired Fu Sangshen shook his head and replied, "No."

Dupont then increased the input of spiritual energy.This time, the scar he chose as the object of observation finally began to slowly fade.Yaki Hasebe still knelt there motionless, found Dupont's eyes, looked back quietly, and still perfectly concealed his pain.

He is really good at disguising, Dupont thought admiringly.If it is an ordinary young man, at his age, even a medical student without rich clinical experience may not be able to see through his lies.Therefore, in fact, the brunette is not a model, he is too dishonest.This would really easily affect the judgment of the judge and cause him to be hurt.

Du Peng shook his head, keeping this question in his mind, and didn't intend to express his opinion on this shortcoming of Dao Dao now.

After healing the first wound, Dupont found the photo and marked the serial number.Then, he asked Hasebe to stand up and observed his human form, but found no corresponding relationship - the healing of the first body wound did not bring any change to his human form.

After getting a general idea of ​​how much spiritual power can heal the wound that was cut in Hasebu, Dupont continued to increase the amount of input.He tried several times to determine the concentration of spiritual power, which directly affects the speed of wound healing.Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Out of his preference for the rapping knife, the new interrogator decided to give up his opportunity to collect data and quickly resolve his injury.

However, there is also a significant difference in the level of pain caused by carefully cleaning the wound with tweezers dipped in medical alcohol and pouring strong alcohol on the wound.

After Dupont decided to speed up, Hasebe's pretense of pressing and cutting finally could not be maintained.His body trembled, and he lowered his head, trying to hide his lips that were bitten instantly.Immediately afterwards, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, his nails digging into his palms.He arched his instep in pain and curled up his toes.

Dupont didn't ask him again how he felt, and the answer to this question was now clear at a glance.He quickly healed the wounds on Hasebe's body one by one, and asked him to stand up and observe his human form every time he healed one.When the healed wound reached about half, Hasebe's humanoid body finally changed.His worst wound was healing like the others, shallower and lighter, but not completely gone.

But repeatedly sitting up and turning around, the brunette youth was working harder and harder.The speed at which he stood up was slowing down, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and a large number of sweat beads appeared on his skin.When Dupont found out that his condition had changed from slander to minor injury, Hasebe even wobbled when he got up and almost fell.Before Dupont stretched out his hand, he stabilized his figure, wiped the sweat off his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "...I'm very sorry."

I see.No wonder the government of time would classify it like this.Just like entering the synaesthesia state during maintenance without injury, there is no obvious one-to-one correspondence between Fu Sangshen's human form and the main body, but they echo each other in the overall state.

DuPont roughly counted.After Hasebe sat down again, he increased his spiritual power again, and no longer divided his spiritual power input range into areas, but infused it into every part of Hasebe's body, intending to heal in one go he.After the treatment just now, Hasebe's body seems to have become much harder, and people no longer worry that just instilling some spiritual power will blow him up.

The improvement of spiritual power is only a moment.This time, the press-cut Hasebe did not have time to prepare.He obviously thought that the pain Dupont mentioned was just referring to the degree he had been enduring just now.

This time, he couldn't force himself to maintain a kneeling posture, and fell to the floor with a bang.Because of the pain, he curled up, kicked his legs on the floor a few times, twisting his body over and over like a dehydrated fish.This Fu Sangshen, who is particularly good at enduring pain, finally couldn't help but opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream after holding on for the last few seconds, just as Dupont expected in advance: "Ah——!"

Dupont didn't stop his movements because of his screams.You see, if you put a plaster on the skin and it sticks to the skin and cannot be torn off, instead of carefully rubbing it a little bit, it is better to tear off a corner and use the greatest strength to tear it off in one go in an instant.

Thanks to Candlestick Qie Guangzhong for his contribution, Du Peng knew where the limit of Fu Sangshen's tolerance was.Within this range, it only took a few minutes for the process from minor injury to recovery - although Hasebe's screams would make people misunderstand that this room was undergoing inhumane torture.But fortunately, everything is over.

Congratulations, the new judge has harvested an unscathed Hasebe.Apart from being too dirty, there is nothing to pick and complain about.

The brown-haired Fu collapsed on the tatami mat in despair.After the pain stopped, he calmed down almost immediately and fell into a coma.His sweat pooled into a puddle of muddy water, as if this Fu Sangshen had accidentally fallen into the sewer before and had just been salvaged.

Du Peng silently put down the knife in his hand.To be honest, just like he didn't expect that the maintenance of the sword would bring such intense pleasure to Fu Sangshen, he also didn't expect that getting rid of the dark fall, or even just the early stage of the dark fall... would be so painful.

In fact, the new examiner has a lot of relevant gains and conjectures, which need to be practiced one by one.The stain on the floor was also choking him.However, he couldn't do other things first and then come back to take care of his sword like he did with the candlestick Kiri Mitsutada - this had nothing to do with his preference for Yakiri Hasebe, it was just caused by his negligence.

He should also prepare quilts for Kakiri Hasebe—now, he can't just let him pass out on his floor so miserable and naked.

With the lessons learned from Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, although he wanted to ask Yamabuki Kirihiro or the Five Tigers to come in and help, he felt that he should at least ask Hasebe for his own opinion.It would be great if the brunette hit the knife in a sober state. He is so obedient and obedient, so he shouldn't refuse his proposal.

The new inquisitor sighed, resigned himself to his fate, hugged the brown-haired Fu, and walked into the bathroom. While thinking about the information he had obtained in this hand-in-hand, he turned on the shower and began to help Hasebe wash his body .It wasn't until he had almost washed Fu Sangshen's side and was about to turn him over to wash the other side that the comatose Hasebe woke up.

Fu Sangshen groaned hoarsely, his body trembled, obviously immersed in the fear of the pain just now.After regaining consciousness, the brunette uttered a short scream (thankfully, not louder than a cat's meow), flapped his limp arms, escaped from Dupont, and hid in the bathtub. On one side, eyes wide open, trembling pitifully.

Dupont looked at him speechlessly, stretched out his hand, and helped him wipe off the foam on his face that was about to flow into his eyes.

Fu Sangshen instinctively wanted to dodge.But before that, he seemed to finally recall where he was and who it was that reached out to him.Although there was still fear in his eyes, he still raised his head obediently, just like when Dupont stretched out his hand to him for the first time, docilely waiting for the human hand to fall on his face.

He is so obedient, which made the judge feel more pity for the pain he suffered just now, and hope to make up for it—although he understands that he did not hurt Yakiri Hasebe.If they want to heal the fallen Fu Sangshen, they will be in such pain.

But just wanting to save a Fu Sangshen who has not completely fallen into the dark, is so troublesome.Du Peng frowned, and at this moment he thought of Yiqi Yizhen who had already appeared alienated, his bone spurs and tail appeared in front of his eyes, and it was rare to have a tricky feeling.He immediately decided to bring him back to Honmaru as soon as possible.

After seeing Dupont's frowning expression, Yakiri Hasebe showed panicked eyes for the first time. He became nervous and whispered, "Lord, I'm really sorry..."