Night, laboratory, main laboratory.
On a small square table, there is a candlestick for lighting, and a large amount of food is placed around the candlestick. There was a chair beside the small square table. There was someone on the chair, holding cutlery and cutting food. It was obvious that a dinner was going on.
As the only participant in the dinner, Gutas was filled with doubts.
First, there was some confusion in his memory.
He clearly remembered struggling to untie the rope and gain freedom. But what happened later seemed to indicate from the side that he had just fallen asleep - because when Richard returned to wake him up, he found that he was still tied tightly to the ground.
Could it be that he is overthinking? Did he not escape at all, and the memory of his escape was just a dream he had while sleeping
Thinking of this, Gutas put down the tableware in his hand and rubbed his face slightly. For some reason, he always felt that his whole face was a little swollen and his eyes couldn't open, as if he had been beaten.
Of course, this was just a trivial matter. What made him more confused was the situation in front of him - he was obviously just a captured prisoner, but Richard, who captured him, brought him rich food for him to eat.
why is that
Could it be that Richard was doing it out of some kind of gratitude, or as a reward for his previous honesty? However, what he told Richard before was obviously false.
So why
Could it be that for some reason, Richard was afraid of him and was ready to please him first and then let him go
This doesn't make sense at all.
Gutas was puzzled and extremely confused, but this did not prevent him from eating.
At this time, his entire body was tied to the chair, but one hand could move within a certain range.
Use a utensil to cut off a juicy thigh of the marinated chicken, grab a handful, and bring it to your mouth. He turned his neck and tore it hard, then bit off a large amount of meat, chewed it for a few times and swallowed it with a "gul-dong" sound. In a short time, he ate all the chicken legs, chewed the bones with a few "click" sounds, and swallowed it in his stomach.
After finishing the chicken legs, I picked up the bread and inserted the bread into the broth bowl. Let the bread soak a little soft, bring it to his mouth, open his mouth, bite it, and swallow it quickly - he is really hungry.
Soon, Gutas was half full. While continuing to eat, he looked at Richard sitting next to him, blinked his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Boy, you'd better let me go!"
"Huh?" Richard looked at Gutas and asked, "Why?"
"Because..." Gutas was speechless. He swallowed the fragrant steak with a "gul-dong" sound. It took him a long time to find the threatening words and said coldly, "Because... if you don't let me go, you must do it after I escape from here." You look good. Let me tell you, I have killed many people, many people!"
"..." Richard looked at Gutas and remained silent.
Gutas also fell silent, scratching his head with his oil-stained hands, feeling that even he couldn't bear to hear the reason for this threat: What kind of threat is this? There is no real benefit in retaliating at all!
Somewhat depressed, he tore off a wing of the smoked duck. Gutas ate it slowly. After a long time, he finally thought of the right words. He looked at Richard and said, "If you don't let me go, wait until my friends find out." When I'm here with you, you will definitely rescue me, and I want you to look good when the time comes."
"So..." Richard looked at Gutas, "The underlying meaning of your words is that your friends don't know you are here at all, right? So it means that before you came to my place, you had some considerations. , you didn’t disclose your plan to anyone, and now no one knows your whereabouts. In this case, what should I be afraid of? "
"I..." Gutas was at a loss for words again, wanting to slap himself: I must be arrogant!
After eating the smoked duck wings in great depression, Gutas picked up the fried eggs and ate them.
After eating a whole fried egg, Gutas recognized the situation he was in, looked at Richard, and decided to give in. He opened and closed his lips and made a sound. Although it was still a little cold, his tone softened a lot: "Boy, okay, I admit defeat. I shouldn't have come to your place to steal things. But I just stole things, and I also If I don’t succeed, I won’t offend you, so why don’t you let me go.”
"I'm afraid not."
"Why?"
"You said before that you have killed people, many people."
"The person who killed was not you, nor your relatives. Besides, those people are dead, what does it have to do with you?!"
"Yes, it has nothing to do with me. But if I don't let you go, what does it have to do with you?"
"I… "
Gutas gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and maintained his composure: "Even so, if you don't let me go, it will be of no use to you, right? Tie me here. Not only do you have to watch me with fear, but you also have to give me food and drink. . I will not bring you any value, but I am constantly wasting your money. This is not cost-effective. It is better to... let me go."
"No, no, no." Richard shook his head, looked at Gutas and said, "You underestimate yourself. Your value is actually much greater than you think."
"Huh?" Gutas wondered, "What's the value?"
Richard did not answer immediately, but asked Gutas: "Looking at you talking so much, are you full?"
"Uh..." Gutas felt that there might be a trap in this sentence and didn't know how to answer.
But Richard nodded: "Well, it seems that you are full, so we can do some research. I brought these foods not just for you to eat, but to test your abilities." A series of data—starting from eating and digestion, and gradually testing your status, body values, basal metabolic rate, etc. Next, I am going to draw some blood from you, um, just draw some blood, don’t be nervous."
As Richard spoke, he walked to the cabinet next to him, opened a drawer, and took out a black wooden box. Open the wooden box and there is a syringe inside.
Although, the syringe theory was proposed by the Italian Cardinale in the late Middle Ages on modern earth. But it was not until 1657 in the seventeenth century that the first human experiment was conducted in England. Then in the 19th century, in 1853, the Frenchman Pravoz made a silver syringe with a capacity of only 1 ml, which was considered a real invention success.
Therefore, in the current wizarding world similar to the Middle Ages, there is no such thing as a syringe. The syringe in the box was made by Richard according to the technology on modern earth.
Due to the lack of many raw materials, the syringes manufactured by Richard were somewhat rough and bulky:
The main body is not plastic, but made of glass, which makes it easy to observe the liquid inside, but it is fragile. And because of the increased weight, it becomes somewhat difficult to operate. In addition, what stands out is the extremely large needle. Because of the problems with the current world's craftsmanship, the thickness of the needle is a bit exaggerated. It looks more like a murderous awl than a needle.
Richard is thinking that maybe he can use his own hands, using the space iron ring and other methods, to make a set of more sophisticated tools for use. But this takes a certain amount of time, and now it's too late, so I have to make do with a relatively simple syringe.
With this thought in mind, Richard walked towards Gutas with a syringe in hand, and Gutas' eyes widened little by little.