Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 80 Two Captains
Chris sounded anxious: "So, can it be cured? The doctor said that his nerve center is damaged and he may not be able to move independently when he wakes up."

Rosen shook his head and said: "Black dahlia toxin is difficult to eradicate. If the toxin has entered the blood, it will be difficult to eliminate it from the body."

But there is no toxin in Fred's body now. I have removed the "Black Dahlia toxin" from his body through Star Island.

Chris thought of this and asked: "What if there are no toxins in the body and there is only damage to the nerve center?"

"Oh? That can be treated." Rosen was stunned for a moment, then he bent down to rummage on the counter for a while, took out a pack of herbal medicine, and said with a smile, "This medicine can be used once a day, simmered on low heat for an hour, and the patient only needs to Just drink it. Well, this bag can last for a week."

He looked up at Chris, which meant, "I am only responsible for selling the herbal medicine to you. How to make the comatose patient drink it is your business."

"How long will it take to be cured?" Chris took the medicine package and weighed it very lightly.

"It depends on the severity of the disease," Rosen rubbed his hands, "Generally, it can be cured within a month."

As expected, he is a "pharmacist" and is confident.

Chris thought to himself, put away the medicine bag and put on his police uniform.The blood mixed with toxins on the hem of his clothes had coagulated, and he planned to go back and wash it.

"how much is it?"

"You are a police officer, so let's give him a preferential price..." Rosen handed him the written prescription, "Just...50 pounds, how about it?"

Chris nodded, expressionlessly took out his wallet, endured the pain, took out a few large banknotes and handed them to Rosen, but he felt that the money was well spent.

Chris thanked him again and left the herbal shop.

After he walked away, Rosen slumped behind the counter and let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong, teacher? Didn't you just earn 50 pounds?" Shermin closed the shop door and turned around.

"Oh," Rosen stretched out his hands and rubbed his cheeks, and said in confusion: "Why did a police officer come to our door when we first arrived in this city? We just rented this store last month!"

"Teacher, don't you like the police?"

Shermin still remembers how she and her teacher used to roam the streets, pushing a cart to sell medicine, and being chased around by policemen holding batons. In this way, it is normal for the teacher to hate the police.

"No, no, no," Rosen shook his head like a rattle, "As a police officer, shouldn't he go to the hospital to look for medicine? Why did he come to our small shop to ask for medicine?"

Shermin scratched his head, and he didn't know why.

Rosen held his chin, with a puzzled look on his face: "Didn't I just come to Tingen? Did he already know me?"

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Iron Cross Street Middle Street
The two captains stood downstairs in the apartment. When Chris took the unconscious Fred into the carriage and went to the hospital, Horik was still here. He rushed to the hospital after giving instructions to the patrolman, who had just Tell the two captains that no one suspected of being a "mole" has come back here.

Dunn Smith looked up at the patrolman walking away, took out his pipe and sniffed it at the bottom of his nose, and asked, "Is it still the same theft case?"

Albert Gore wore a policeman's brimmed hat to cover his white hair: "Yes... I had a team member seriously injured. It was done by the 'Mole'. He was confirmed to be an Extraordinary."

"Do you know the route? What sequence?"

In cases involving wild Beyonders, Nighthawks must also fulfill their responsibilities. "Agile in movement, he can see enemies in the dark and launch attacks, focusing on close combat."

Dunn nodded and immediately gave the answer: "Wild Beyonders of the 'Assassin' pathway. They can become as light as feathers, and are good at hiding in the shadows and delivering sudden fatal blows to their opponents."

Although the "Sleepless One" also fits Albert's description, only our Church of the Night has this path.

Dunn thought to himself.He put his pipe in his pocket: "Let's go up and have a look."

Each party has its own jurisdiction. In the West District, the Machine Heart must follow the actions of the Nighthawks, even the captain is no exception.

There are still water stains on the cement floor in the apartment, and small puddles have formed in some uneven places. These water stains were brought by the residents of the apartment from outside.

The door of "Mole"'s room was ajar. Dunn pushed the door open slightly and walked in. His inspiration was not touched, which meant that no one was in the room.

The room was dark, and traces of the battle could be seen everywhere.The gas lamp overhead was smashed by bullets, the coffee table was tilted, and there were shards of glass on the floor.The window was open, and the night wind blew in through the window and blew the curtains, making a whistling sound.

Albert followed Dunn with his hands in his pockets. His vision was not as sharp as Dunn's in the dark.

Dunn carefully stepped over the glass fragments and walked to the kitchen. The small countertop was very clean. Maybe it was because "Mole" had mysophobia, or maybe the battle didn't spread here.

A large glass bottle wrapped in black gauze caught his attention. He put on gloves and opened it, and a strong pungent smell emanated from it.

Dunn turned around and asked, "Albert, what is this?"

Albert looked closer and saw that there was a colorless and transparent viscous liquid inside. He raised the cup and shook it, but the liquid still seemed to be still.

"It looks like devil's acid," Albert covered his nose and closed the lid of the cup. "This super strong acid is difficult to develop. By the way, have you read "Chemical Theory and Appreciation" by Russell the Great?"

Dunn shook his head. He was not an extraordinary person on the "generalist" path. He had only studied physics and chemistry in college.

Albert pointed at the magic acid: "This needs to be sealed and stored. It is best handled by professionals."

"This," Albert casually opened the lid of a cup, "this is nitroglycerin, which can be used to make explosives."

Dunn took out a small notebook and wrote it down in case he forgot.

"These are all condiments, this..."

Albert didn't say anything. The glass in front of him contained black liquid, which was the black dahlia toxin that caused damage to Fred's nerve center.

Black dahlia toxin is the main component of a powerful anesthetic. It is very toxic and still has strong anesthetic properties after being diluted five hundred times.It is said that it is also the main material of a certain path and a certain sequence. The official Extraordinary people have always monitored it as an Extraordinary material and are strictly prohibited from circulating in the market.

Due to the harsh growing environment and the supervision of official Beyonders, no doctors now choose to extract anesthetics from black dahlias. They have safer and cheaper alternatives.

The toxin extracted from one black dahlia can be used by doctors to anesthetize ten adults, and even a quarter of this cup can poison hundreds of people.

If it was poured down the drain...

Albert turned to look at Dunn, his voice trembling slightly: "I think it's time for us to cooperate."

(End of this chapter)