Chapter 251 Blood and Syringe

At night, the laboratory, the main laboratory.

On a small square table, there is a candlestick for lighting, and a large amount of food is placed around the candlestick. On one side of the small square table is a chair. There is someone on the chair, cutting food with cutlery in hand. Obviously, a dinner is going on.

As the only participant of the dinner, Gutas, he was carrying a lot of doubts in his heart at this time.

First of all, his memory is a little messed up.

He clearly remembered that he had laboriously untied the rope and gained freedom. But what happened later seemed to show from the side that he just fell asleep - because when Richard returned to wake him up, he found that he was still firmly tied to the ground.

Could it be that he thinks too much? Could it be that he didn't escape at all, the memory of escape was just a dream when he was 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 entire face was a little swollen, and his eyes could not be opened, as if he had been beaten.

Of course, this was just a small matter, and what made him even more puzzled was the situation in front of him-he was obviously just a prisoner who was caught, but Richard who caught him brought him plenty of food for him to eat.

why is that?

Was Richard out of some kind of gratitude, or a reward for his earlier candor? However, what he told Li Cha before was obviously false.

Why is that?

Could it be that for some reason, Richard had some fear of him, and was going to please him first, and then let him go?

It just doesn't make sense.

Gutas was puzzled and puzzled, but this did not prevent him from eating.

At this time, he was tied to a chair, but he had one hand that could move within a certain range.

Cut off a juicy thigh of the marinated chicken with utensils, grab it, and bring it to your mouth. As soon as his neck was turned and torn with force, he took a big mouthful of meat, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it with a "gudong" sound. After a while, I ate the chicken legs cleanly, and the bones were chewed up with a few "clicks" and swallowed into my stomach.

After eating the chicken legs, I picked up the bread again and put the bread into the bowl of broth. Let the bread get a little fluffy, bring it to his mouth, open his mouth to bite, and swallow it quickly - he is really hungry.

soon,

Gutas was half full, and while continuing to eat, he looked at Li Cha who was sitting next to him, blinked his eyes, and hummed: "Boy, you'd better let me go!"

"Huh?" Richard asked Gutas, "Why?"

"Because..." Gutas was at a loss for words, and swallowed the fragrant steak with a "gudong". It took a long time to find the threatening words, and said coldly, "Because...you won't let me go, after I escape from here, Make sure you look good. I tell you, I've killed a lot of people, a lot of people!"

"..." Li Cha looked at Gutas, did not speak, and remained silent.

Gutas was also silent, scratching his head with his oil-stained hands, feeling that the reason for this threat was a little bit difficult for him to listen to: What kind of threat is this? A little substantive retaliation is not good!

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 friend finds out. I am here with you, I will definitely save me, and I want you to look good when the time comes."

"So..." Li Cha looked at Gutas, "The underlying meaning of your words is that your friends don't even know you are here, right? So it means that before you came to me, for some reason Think about it, you didn't reveal your plans 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, and wanted to slap himself: I owe it to me!

Depressed to eat the smoked duck wings, Gutas picked up the fried egg and ate it.

After eating a whole fried egg, Gutas recognized the situation he was in, looked at Richard, and decided to be soft. He opened his lips and made a sound, although it was still a little cold, but his tone softened a lot: "Boy, well, I admit it, I shouldn't come to you to steal things. But I'm just stealing things, and I'm still I didn't succeed, I didn't offend you, why don't you let me go."

"I'm afraid it won't work."

"why?"

"You said before, you have killed people, killed a lot of people."

"It wasn't you or your relatives who were killed. Besides, those people are dead, what does it have to do with you?!"

"Yeah, 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 said calmly: "Even so, if you don't let me go, it won't do you any good, right? If you tie me here, you will not only look at me nervously, but also give me food and drink. I won't bring you any value, but I'm constantly wasting your money. It's not worth it. It's better... let me go."

"No no no." Li Cha shook his head and looked at Gutas. "You underestimate yourself. Your value is actually more than you think."

"Huh?" Gutas wondered, "What's the value?"

Richard did not answer immediately, but asked Gutas: "Seeing that you have said so much, are you full?"

"Uh..." Gutas felt that there might be a trap in this sentence, and he didn't know how to answer.

Richard nodded: "Well, it seems that we are full, so we can do some research. I brought these foods, not just for you to eat, but to test your A series of data-starting from eating and digestion, gradually test your state, body value, basal metabolic rate, etc. Next, I will draw some blood for 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 inside is a syringe.

Although, the theory of the syringe was put forward by the Italian Cartinel at the end of the Middle Ages on the modern earth. But it was not until 1657 in the seventeenth century that the first human trials were carried out 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 regarded as a real success of invention.

Therefore, in the current wizarding world similar to the Middle Ages, there is no such thing as a syringe. The syringe in the box is made by Richard according to the technology on the modern earth.

Because of the lack of many raw materials, the syringes made by Richard are somewhat rough and bulky:

The main body is not plastic, but glass, which makes it easy to observe the liquid inside, but it is fragile. And because of the increased weight, some operational difficulties have arisen. In addition, very prominent is the enormous needle. Because of the problems of the current world craftsmanship, the needles are exaggeratedly thick. Compared with needles, they are more like killing awls.

Li Cha was thinking that maybe he could use his own hands, using the space iron ring and all other methods, to make a set of relatively fine tools to use. However, this will take a certain amount of time, and it is too late now, so I can only make do with a relatively simple syringe.

Thinking like this, Richard walked towards Gutas with the syringe in his hand, and Gutas narrowed his eyes a little bit.