Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

It's him again.

Heidi was no longer surprised, and only told Dejo to hug the things in the box, and then went to the office on time.

The palace is too big, the ceiling hangs far away, and the angel pattern on the top is somewhat unclear.

The gate is four or five meters high, and the bookshelf is more than six or seven meters high.

It's a giant's house here.

She walked into the office and waited for a while, but found that there was no one there.

"Dejo, let's take things out first."

Improved microscopes, not-so-pure glass slides, and tomatoes and other vegetables.

Lorenzo had just finished explaining the gambling house to his subordinates, and when he turned back into the office, he found that the girl had made some strange things again.

He originally wanted to ask what happened this afternoon.

The woman had obviously lost her breath, so how could she come back to life again?

A lot of letters came in like a snowflake. Some asked him about the girl's background, some offered a lot of money to buy her and took her away, and some asked if she could rescue their uncle who had just died.

...it's all crazy.

But when Lorenzo got closer, he saw the onions, cucumbers, and leafy vegetables in her basket.

Last time it was orange juice, what do you want to eat this time?

Heidi was adjusting the distance between the two mirrors, but she didn't hear footsteps at all.

The maid De Qiao coughed before she realized it, and raised the corner of her skirt to salute him.

"Good evening, Mr. Medici."

The servant next to her came over with a stool, and she sat at the desk again.

"Speak." Lorenzo crossed his fingers and sat there quietly.

He looked pale and mysterious, reminiscent of Interview with the Vampire.

I have to say, Brad Pitt is really good looking.

"I... saved a person today." Heidi added subconsciously: "I hope I didn't cause you any trouble. I didn't kiss her, and neither did I. I'm not gay either."

"I've settled the matter." The lord looked arrogant and awkward, he raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Bringing the dead back to life...isn't it witchcraft?"

"You can do it too, but you have to touch her chest." Heidi looked at him calmly and said, "This woman's heart stopped beating because she was too fat - I just pressed her chest again. Heart, and just give her oxygen."

The attendant next to him was quickly recording every sentence, as if he planned to hand over all these methods to the hospital.

Lorenzo hummed noncommittally, and looked at the weird instrument.

"This is a microscope." She had to say an English word.

"microscope?"

"Well, I invented this word." Heidi reached out and brought it over, motioning Dejo to bring over the two candlesticks.

It seems that there is too much lying, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.

In the era of the Renaissance, she had to forcibly invent something——

Latin and Old Italian, sometimes not so easy to use.

In front of Lorenzo, she sliced ​​open the onion and took out a thin, purple skin.

The few are not even enough to plug the gap between the teeth.

The purity and light transmittance of the current glass are not at the modern level, but the effect of simple experiments will not affect much.

The glass slide was dripped with a little water, put the onion skin on it, and placed it under the microscope.

Heidi lowered her head, constantly adjusting the position of the slide with both hands, and adjusting the distance of the lens again.

"Okay, please come and take a look."

Lorenzo glanced at her, got up and walked over, imitating her posture to look at the scene in the mirror tube with one eye.

The guard next to her looked at the girl vigilantly, as if she was ready to subdue her at any moment.

The next second, the lord raised his head abruptly, and at the moment he looked at her, he lowered his head to look at the thing in the mirror again, his tone became a little horrified: "What is this? The footprints of the devil?"

A bunch of purple agate-like things were neatly placed together.

But if you look closely, it is like a beehive, with obvious differences in intervals and sizes.

He's been to many countries, but he's never seen this one.

"This is... an onion skin that has been magnified many times." Heidi tried her best to organize her words, subconsciously praying that she would not be thrown into the church and burned to death: "When anything is magnified several times, its original appearance will be extremely strange , these fruits and vegetables I brought, you can cut some of them into thin slices, put them in this microscope and look at them, they will have completely different appearances."

Lorenzo motioned for his cronies to watch and confirm, and frowned: "You mean, including people, can also be magnified so many times?"

"Indeed."

"Why are you looking at this?"

Heidi took a deep breath, thinking that she was also crazy, and said without changing her expression, "Because my second suggestion is to let everyone develop the habit of washing their hands."

Be it cooks, maids, priests and doctors in charge of surgery—

A person who can wash his hands frequently can reduce the occurrence of many diseases virtually.

She began to explain to him the difference between cells, bacteria, and viruses. Naturally, she couldn't help explaining which ancient books she saw these from, and how the ancient books were lost because of the war.

She sliced ​​up carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, and even ran a glass rod around her roof to show him what it really looked like when magnified.

"Many things cannot be seen with the naked eye simply because they are too small."

"But they also have the ability to destroy us."

Lorenzo looked at it for a long time, then suddenly raised his head to look at her: "But there is no complete book yet, to record these things systematically?"

Heidi didn't feel any killing intent or doubts, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, you can send them to the academy for wise scholars to study deeper truths."

I hope that the development of biology and medicine can be faster.

She gestured sideways to the maid, Dejo, who took the microscope drawings and related brief instructions out of the box.

Lorenzo nodded slowly, and the servant next to him immediately took all the things back and locked them all.

He turned to look at her, as if sizing up a friend, or a game of chess.

Keshima came over immediately and handed her a bag of gold coins.

There are at least twenty pieces inside.

Heidi didn't dare to take this, and subconsciously looked at Lorenzo again.

"Not enough?" he asked, "Or do you want something else?"

"No... don't need these." She said cautiously: "You have paid me well enough."

Too much wealth would lead to death, and she didn't even dare to keep those jewelry by her side.

The lord looked at her expression and motioned for Keshima to take her out first.

Dejo stayed in the office, keeping his head down all the time.

"After observing these days, what else have you seen?"

The maid thought for a moment before slowly opening her mouth and said: "She is usually obedient and obedient, and has never made any mistakes."

"However, she doesn't like to go to the bathroom and bathe with other people."

"Sometimes she has to wait until people are almost gone before she rushes in and then comes out in a hurry."

Lorenzo played with the solid gold ring, listening thoughtfully.

Always wearing a shawl, subconsciously covering her bare breasts.

He refuses to bathe with others, nor associates with those ostentatious and glamorous young people.

Even in front of Botticelli, who is popular with women, he has always kept his manners in a proper manner.

Old-fashioned, restrained, but surprisingly funny.

"Next time, lead her to the private bathroom on the second floor." He said lightly.

Take it as today's reward.

"Yes, my lord."

Today, life is quite similar to the feeling when I was in Austria.

They also live in a mansion and are watched by a maid.

There are also fine clothes and fine food, as well as endless wine.

It is also necessary to deal with a big man every now and then, without making him suspicious of himself.

Heidi has completely calmed down.

She stayed here safely, and Mr. Medici was probably the only risk factor.

If you venture into unfamiliar places you don't know, you may lose your bones if you are not careful.

Her current life is really safe and regular.

In addition to prayer and mass, I usually have a large glass of citrus juice in the morning, and then start to write a diary in English or German, only recalling theorems and formulas, and not talking about any personal issues.

I will do some simple experiments in the afternoon, but due to the relationship between equipment and raw materials, the success rate is generally not high.

Tired of staying, I went to the Piazza della Signoria, or looked at the paintings of Botticelli and Mr. Leonardo da Vinci.

Sometimes they stay in the workshop, sometimes they listen to the violin and draw in the courtyard, but they rarely talk to each other and they always sit far away.

But to everyone's surprise, Mr. Da Vinci started procrastinating again.

It is said that when his three magi came to worship, they quickly made a draft and then left it there for more than two weeks.

After that, nothing was moved.

Heidi's orange peel moldy business is not going well either. There are always a lot of miscellaneous bacteria, and Penicillium has not been successfully cultivated-the beef broth in the glass dish has been changed several times.

She felt depressed, so she simply went downstairs to urge the manuscript.

In any case, I am laying the foundation for the history of Western art.

Ten more sentences today, and more paintings on the walls of the Louvre in the coming year.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw someone holding a big bag with his attendants, obviously going to the basement again.

The evil person smiled and blinked: "Teach me again?"

Do not teach!Why don't you get distracted by drawing well!

It was strange to say that Lorenzo was always cold and fierce in front of her, but he was extraordinarily conniving towards these painters.

One allowed him to paint pagan myths and nudes, the other to steal autopsy structures.

The temper of the Lord of Florence is really unpredictable.

Although Heidi's face was full of anger, she still followed him down the basement, always worried that a head would suddenly roll out on the steps.

The big sack made a dull thud with the bumps, which sounded like a pile of bones.

When the real paralysis is untied on the long platform, it is really a whole set of bones.

Heidi covered her face and let out a long sigh.

There is always a difference between a genius and a madman.

Even modern people would call 911 if they saw this.

When Da Vinci raised the coffin in the cemetery, he drew the structure of the bones in advance, and now he is restoring it according to the old memory.

Once he was busy, he was so focused that he couldn't even hear Heidi's voice.

There are more than 200 bones in the human body, including the skull, trunk, and limbs, all of which have detailed and ingenious matching.

Heidi sat by the table, saw the attendant lit the candle and poured the wine and then left. It took a long time to look at Leonardo da Vinci, whose body was coiled like building blocks.

"You... really don't believe in gods, do you?"

People in this era are almost all fanatical believers.

There is no impressionism, no abstraction, just one painting after another commemorating the gods.

They believe that people come with original sin, and they have to atone for their sins and suffer if they are alive, and they even implement whipping for themselves as a penance.

Only in this way can one go to heaven after death.

But Da Vinci, he was an anomaly.

"Me?" Da Vinci looked at the ribs in his hands, he was still wearing the gloves Heidi gave him.

"Probably." He laughed: "I care more about these things than miracles like resurrection and birth."

The flow of blood, the function of the heart, the changes of minerals, the structure of machinery.

All of this in the world may be a miracle.

The author has something to say: [Notes on February 2]

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