Under the delicate operation of the coroner, soon, the body under the kerosene lamp was gone, and only a pile of parts shrouded in light remained.
Although the process was extremely disgusting, there were more or less splashes of blood on everyone's bodies. But everyone has to admit that this coroner turned the decomposition of the corpse into an art.
When these matters were settled, the coroner took off his gloves, washed his hands, and put on a new pair of gloves. Using a knife, he took more or less part of the extracted meat, internal organs, and organs, and then separated half of the fat and body fluid.
In front of everyone, he used ordinary needles and threads to reassemble the decomposed corpse. This terrifying process similar to human body alchemy actually succeeded.
Without the parts that were removed, the assembled corpse looked extraordinarily handsome. Although it was still a corpse, its face was much more beautiful, and the color of its skin became normal, just like a sleeping ordinary human being.
It was only now that Jenkins realized that after all the effort, he was actually doing plastic surgery on the corpse.
He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't do it right now.
Covering the plasticized corpse again with a white cloth, and placing the containers containing excess flesh, organs and viscera beside the bed, the coroner looked at everyone.
All the people in black robes took a step back tacitly. After seeing this man's technique, it's hard not to have such a reaction.
Those blood-red "residues from plastic surgery" had been dyed with a faint white aura at some point. For special items, white represents the gift, and for such non-permanent materials, white represents universal, that is, they can be used in any ceremony. Although it may not work, it will never go wrong.
This is an extremely precious material, especially, almost all complex rituals will involve the use of blood and flesh. Human flesh and blood is one of the most important materials.
The show is over, and of course it's the deal. Photographed by the coroner's terrifying majesty, the benefactors, who were frightened in their hearts, quoted one by one very obediently.
This coroner does have a very awkward temperament, and the people who are watched by him will feel that they are treated like pigs. This is probably the special temperament that can only be obtained by doing this kind of work all year round. Anyway, Jenkins didn't dare to look at him for more than a second.
"It's prudence, not cowardice."
he said to himself.
The excess skin and flesh decomposed from a corpse is limited, so the price is a bit high. Professor Burns spent 10 pounds to buy a piece of liver the size of a fingernail, and Jenkins just came to see it and didn't plan to buy anything.
He doesn't have a ritual that needs these things now, so even if he buys them back, he can only store them at home. And if this kind of thing is left at home, he himself will not be able to sleep well.
Among these materials, the most expensive is the small piece of flesh cut from the heart of the deceased. In Jenkins' eyes, it is also the most aura. But the coroner had no intention of selling it and put the vessel on the shelf before the sale began.
No one wanted to stay here any longer. After all the transactions were concluded, seeing that the coroner had no objection, the people in black robes opened the door and filed out as if fleeing.
The order at the scene was somewhat chaotic, and Jenkins was squeezed to the end. When he wanted to step out of the iron gate with the professor, a hand was put on his shoulder.
Looking back, there was a blood-red handprint on his shoulder, and of course the coroner was holding him down. The hanging kerosene lamp swayed slightly behind the two, and the coroner's shadow almost completely covered Jenkins.
"This is for you."
This was the first sentence the middle-aged coroner said tonight. He threw the bottle containing the heart piece to Jenkins, who caught it in a panic.
"Why?"
he asked, unwilling to accept the thing.
"I feel that you are very eye-catching, and it's useless for me to keep it, so you can accept it as a gift."
After finishing speaking, he pushed Jenkins to the door involuntarily, and then pulled the iron door heavily.
And Jenkins himself is unwilling to be called "sighted" by this kind of person who can skillfully decompose corpses.
Together with Professor Burns, they left the police station through the bronze door that appeared again. After returning to the alley, the two of them made a big circle around the vicinity before taking off the black robe, which was burned by Jenkins, and then found a carriage.
It was late at night, and dark clouds covered two rounds of the moon. The coachman was sleeping soundly with his hands folded over his chest and his eyes covered with his hat, but when he saw the business, he immediately woke up.
After experiencing the scene just now, Jenkins felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. As soon as he looked up, he found that the professor was sitting opposite him wiping his glasses with his coat as if nothing had happened.
"As a benefactor, you will experience many such things in the future, which is normal."
He whispered that the professor knew when Jenkins joined the job, so in his opinion, three months was not enough for Jenkins to grow into a qualified benefactor.
Even though, he has accomplished many great things.
The carriage first sent Professor Burns back to the school. Although he had already married, his wife died of illness a few years ago, and a pair of children are now studying in the Kingdom of Cheslan, so he has always lived in the school.
The two discussed the arrangements for tomorrow morning. Professor Burns's students are all adults over the age of 18, so there is no need for him to tell stories like visiting young children.
Just about to say goodbye to each other, Jenkins thought of another thing. He handed the driver 10 pence and told him to wait here, and he would be right back. The coachman did not refuse, but while taking off his hat to greet Jenkins, he also asked him to hurry up.
"Professor, I want to ask you a very common sense."
Pull the professor to the nearest street corner so that the shadow covers both of them. Jenkins looked around, and then asked softly like a thief: "How many years did the 15th century last?"
"oh?"
The professor pushed his glasses a little, and was a little surprised that this was the problem. He glanced at Jenkins carefully, with a trace of doubt flashing on his old face, but he didn't ask anything, but replied in the same small voice: "This question is also a hot topic of debate in the history circle. But the main point of view at present is There are two, one that lasted until 1937 and one that lasted until 1899. If you want to be precise to a certain date, then I don't know."
"No, no, I just want to know, didn't the 15th era die after the 5000th era?"