The current situation is a bit subtle. There is a rusty metal ceiling above my head, and dim lights are lined up in a row. I am sitting on a chair similar to an electric shock chair. I might be roasted into charcoal by the electric current in the next second.
Lorenzo's hands were restrained on the chair. Although this thing could not limit the power of the demon hunter and was basically just a decoration, at the strong request of these medical staff, Lorenzo still reluctantly put it on. In their words, they knew this thing was useless, but Lorenzo wearing it at least made these medical staff feel a little safe.
So sometimes human beings are really amazing. They are obviously useless, but as long as they can add a little sense of security, they can face these disturbing dangers.
"Mr. Lorenzo Holmes, professional demon hunter, detective..."
The nurse was standing in front of Lorenzo in a clean white coat. She lowered her head and her entire face was covered by the documents she was holding, so Lorenzo could not see her appearance clearly.
She carefully read the information related to Lorenzo in the file, while Lorenzo was observing the woman within his current range of movement.
She was not very tall and was covered in tight medical supplies. She looked bloated like a fat penguin, with eye-catching patterns carved on the corners of her clothes.
A sharp scalpel pierced along the gap between the left and right brains, penetrating the corpus callosum connecting the left and right brains. On the divided left and right brains, the grooves and convolutions of the brain were like a tangled group of snakes, which was disturbing.
"Do all you... science fiction writers like snakes so much?"
Lorenzo couldn't help but ask, the logo of the perpetual motion pump is also like this, an infinitely looping Ouroboros.
"No... at least I don't like it. As for why, it has something to do with your evangelical church."
The woman put down the documents in her hand, looked at Lorenzo through her goggles with a somewhat dejected look, and then stretched out her hand.
"Abigail Branlin, current director of Black Mountain Hospital, I will be in charge of your next experiment."
Lorenzo looked at her strangely, as if he had not expected that the woman in front of him was the mysterious dean. Abigail still looked dejected. She stretched out her hand and squeezed the air, as if that was the same as shaking hands with Lorenzo. Then she put on the sterilized respirator hanging around her neck, and a low breathing sound came from it.
"The Evangelical Church was once the overlord of the Western world. Under the protection of the Knights Templar, those missionaries spread your faith to every corner of the Western world."
Abigail said this and walked aside to pack up the utensils. No one knew what she would do next.
“So everyone was your believer in the beginning, but as you declined and your faith became localized, everyone became just believers.
However, our first director of Black Mountain Hospital and the chief technical officer of the Perpetual Motion Pump were both defenders of rationality at first, but as their bodies aged, they began to believe in gods and eventually became fanatical believers. The Perpetual Motion Pump and Black Mountain Hospital were founded during their fanatical period in their later years.
Abigail walked over, rolled up Lorenzo's sleeve, picked up the needle and drew blood from his wrist.