"The school doctor's reputation in Scotland Yard is not comparable to that of ordinary criminals.
Other criminals would instinctively fear before Scotland Yard because they knew what would happen to them if they were caught, but the school doctor was special.
He is the only criminal who has so far defied Scotland Yard and gotten away with it.”
Fok clenched his hands tightly and spoke with some trembling.
"Scotland Yard? If I remember correctly, that's the name of the police force in the Great Ying Empire, right?"
Columbia asked uncertainly.
“Well, you’re right.
Before he was specially recruited to be the school doctor at Miskatonic University, he had left letters to Scotland Yard after committing multiple crimes and challenged the officers there.
And every time he did this, he would hear the woman's crying and then he would start to lose control of his desire to kill.
Five victims have been identified, while dozens of others have not even been identified.”
Howard said softly.
"Wait a minute, you are not talking about Jack the Ripper, are you?!"①
Columbia asked on a whim.
And Fok and Howard nodded heavily.
"I don't even know what to say to describe how I feel right now."
Columbia was silent for a while, then slowly uttered these words.
He probably understood why Sif, who might cry, had to leave.
Because for Jack the Ripper, this is not something that can be laughed off.
One of the victims whose identity was confirmed had 39 stab wounds, including nine cuts on the neck.
Some other victims had severe bruises on their faces and some of their front teeth were knocked out. Even more cruelly, their abdomens were cut open, their intestines were dragged out, and even their genitals were severely damaged by sharp blades.
Columbia recalled the details that were widely publicized by the newspapers, and felt a little scared. He was even more worried that Jobtran might be killed by the school doctor who went crazy for no apparent reason.
While the three of them were waiting, the door of the health room opened.
The school doctor came out and stretched.
“Yawn, you can go in.
I am so exhausted. "
Columbia accidentally saw the scissors hanging on the school doctor's desk, and it seemed as if at that moment he saw the school doctor cutting open the patient's stomach with a morbid and fanatical smile on his face.
The school doctor looked at Columbia and smiled heartily.
"You're not going in yet?"
Columbia shuddered subconsciously, then stepped into the health room timidly.
Columbia saw Joet Brown lying on the hospital bed.
At that glance, Columbia almost didn't recognize Joe Butron.
Although Joet Brown opened his eyes, his pupils turned bright red like a rabbit.
The pure white hair looks so dazzling under the light.
His entire face was sunken, and he looked as haggard as a terminally ill and dead patient, not much different from a mummy that had been unearthed not long ago.
If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still rising and falling with his breathing, Joet Brown would have looked dead.
"My Lord, are you all right?"
Columbia didn't know what to say at this time, so he could only be polite.
"I'm not dead yet, can you give me a glass of water?"
Jobtran said weakly.
Upon hearing this, Fok immediately went to pour a glass of water for Joe Brown, while Columbia supported Joe Brown's back and gently helped him up.
Although Joet Brown was very thirsty, he only drank half a cup.
The cold water slid down my throat and still stung my entire esophagus faintly, but compared to the pain when the potion first took effect, it was nothing.
After lying down, the school doctor sat down at the table with a cigarette in his mouth, took out a blank leave application, and approved three days of rest for Joet Brown.
“Three days, you just need three days to recover.
Not many people can face a fallen god and survive, so I think you are lucky."
As the school doctor spoke, he tore off the leave application and handed it to Columbia.
“Is three days enough to recover
Lord Jotter Brown is looking very badly now, eh?"
Columbia took the leave request and asked in confusion.
“The condition you see now is the aftereffect of him consuming a large amount of energy hidden in his body for recovery.
The side effect of that panacea is overdraft, so you just need to take him home and let him eat and drink as much as he wants. It's as nutritious as possible, I don't need to teach you this, right?"
"You didn't actually cure me, did you?"
Joe Butran narrowed his eyes, and although his voice was hoarse but there was a gleam in his eyes, he asked the school doctor.
"To interfere with the gods as a mortal is the best way I can handle it."
The school doctor shrugged helplessly and replied with a slightly apologetic look on his face.
The two people seemed to be playing a riddle, leaving Columbia, Fok and Howard all confused.
"How many years do I have left to live?"
Jobtran suddenly broke the silence and asked the school doctor this embarrassing question.
“It’s hard to say, the worst case scenario is three years.
If you don't mind taking the risk of a full-body transplant, you should be able to hold off for a few more years. Of course, you might die on the operating table.
After all, rejection is a very common physiological reaction, and the inflammation and other complications that follow can be the cause of your death.”
"Three years? Then I can do a lot of things."
Jobtran murmured to himself.
After saying that, Joet Brown turned to the three people and said,
"Don't tell Sif this news. I'm afraid she won't be able to accept it."
The three of them agreed and promised not to tell Sif.
After this, the school doctor ordered Jobtran to expel him.
"Go back and take a rest in your wheelchair. The old man has already paid your bill."
"Don't you need to stay and observe?"
Howard asked timidly.
"You're staying here to make things difficult for me
See I have a nurse here
No, right.
So does that mean I have to take care of his eating, drinking, defecating and urinating myself?"
The school doctor rolled his eyes and replied.
——
Back in the dormitory, Columbia helped Joet Brown lie down on the bed.
"I have classes later. Howard and Fok will take turns to look after you."
Columbia gave some instructions and then walked out alone with a worried look on his face.
He walked into the restaurant and found Sif, who was sitting at the table with her chin in her hand, looking bored. He perked up and said to Sif with a smile on his face,
“My Lord, he is fine and has returned to the dormitory.
Miss Sif, don't worry."
After hearing this, Sif immediately stood up excitedly.
“That’s really great!
Can he eat now
If I could, I would go buy something and bring it to him now."
"Well, don't buy too much. I don't think the adults have a good appetite."
Columbia hesitated for a while, but still did not tell Joet Brown that he only had about three years left to live.
Although he agreed to Jobtran, Columbia still had some conflicting emotions lingering in his heart.
For a young girl like Sif, love is above everything.
But if she knew about this, she would definitely cry again.
I think Joet Brown had already thought of this when he asked the other two not to tell Sif.
"It seems that the adults will handle this matter in their own way."
Columbia thought to himself.
Sif did not notice Columbia's hesitation to speak, but hurriedly bought a lot of food and ran to the dormitory.
——
In a beautifully decorated conference room, the room was brightly lit, but Arnold was the only one standing in front of his seat card.
He was waiting for the school directors to arrive.
In the middle of the conference room stood an octahedron made of crystal. After a burst of dazzling light, a figure sat in each seat.
They are the trustees of Miskatonic University.
Although their real bodies are now scattered all over the world, they can hold meetings through the octahedron here by means of projection.
However, this meeting was held urgently at this time. Its content was not only about illusion testing, but more topics of discussion focused on the appearance of the fallen god near Miskatonic University.
"Ridiculous, why didn't the defense systems of previous generations detect this loophole?!
Since the fallen gods can break through into the world of illusion, they have the ability to break through illusion and enter reality!!
The defense we have been so proud of for generations will be useless! ! "
“Most illusion worlds are constructed once and for all, and everything is based on the abilities of the caster.
Do you think that our students and teachers will no longer be able to perform illusions or conduct research in this area? !
You are depriving the freedom of academic research!"
"fart!
Without security, where is freedom?!
If the fallen gods use this security loophole to break into the school, 90% of the people in the school will die!"
Arnold said nothing as he listened to the school directors, who had different opinions, arguing with each other.
The old man in the lead had a peacemaker smile on his face and gently stroked the long beard on his chin.
"Hehe, everyone, calm down and listen to what the person present has to say."
The old man pressed his hands in the air and spoke softly.
Everyone immediately quieted down and turned their eyes to Arnold.
Arnold nodded slightly to the old man, then raised his chest and said loudly,
“Regarding this accident, I don’t think it was caused by the school’s lack of defense.
The original intention of this development of illusion testing is excellent;
It can not only avoid the possibility of newcomers getting injured, but also comprehensively evaluate students' physical and mental performances and give them evaluations.
Let me ask you, do you have the confidence to stop the invasion of the fallen gods
Although we are extraordinary, we are still human.
We cannot stop God.
Personally, I think that what needs to be discussed now is not the issue of safety. After all, the appearance of the fallen god is just accidental.
It can be said that this only happens once in hundreds of years.
What we should consider now is how to treat our employees and students who have been affected by this test.
Give them enough support and faith so that they can continue to have confidence in Miskatonic University, a world-class university."
The person sitting opposite Arnold immediately spoke up after hearing this.
“But I heard that those affected in this accident were all old acquaintances of yours, Director Arnold
Can I subjectively think that you are doing good for your followers?"
As soon as this person said this, everyone started talking about it.
The look he gave Arnold also became less friendly.
The most despicable behavior is forming cliques in a campus that promotes civilization and wisdom.
"Everyone, calm down.
One of them was indeed Director Arnold’s former disciple, named Joe Butran.
In this accident, he was the first victim to be affected by the fallen god.
This is an indisputable fact.
I have just received the news that the student has been successfully rescued, but the situation is not optimistic. He only has about three years left to live.
I do not think that Director Arnold's remarks are biased. Please ask yourself, who can stand in Director Arnold's position and make the same objective remarks? "
The old man chuckled, and everyone looked at each other and fell silent.
Arnold suddenly heard the news and immediately felt sad.
“Leaving aside my disciples, the fallen god that broke in this time is Khons, the moon god of the ancient Egyptian civilization.
This is what I saw with my own eyes.
I hope you can inform the gods of Yalu to prepare, as Yalu is expected to be attacked by Kongs soon."
After Arnold finished speaking, he slumped down in his seat.
He stroked his forehead and couldn't help but be distracted.
When I came to my senses, the meeting was over.
Most of the projections of the school directors have dissipated, but the old man in the lead still stays here, waiting for Arnold to come back to his senses.
"Think about it more open-mindedly. The road to truth is bumpy and difficult. Three years is enough for him to go further on this road."
The old man's projection came in front of Arnold and spoke to Arnold, who was a little sad.
“Joe Butler was a hard-luck kid.
Principal, please take better care of him and let him have more freedom during these three years."
Arnold sighed, then spoke quietly.
"rest assured.
As long as it is a reasonable demand, I will try my best to meet it.
I watched the projection replay of that test and his performance was amazing. He is indeed a good prospect.
Miskatonic University is always willing to support deserving students.”
The old man smiled friendly, and then his projection began to slowly dissipate into a brilliant point of light.
Finally, he left a message to Arnold in the air.
"I prepared a little gift for him, I think you will like it."
"Then I will thank the principal for his kindness on behalf of that kid."
Arnold replied quietly.