Chapter 201: Are You Trying to Fool Ghosts Here?

Due to various reasons, members of the Medical School were not buried in the church cemetery after death, nor merged with ordinary public cemeteries; instead, a small area was separately designated within the university itself.

In this way, after professors passed away, they were spared from sharing space with the most incompatible church personnel and did not have to be disturbed by the bustling noise of the world outside the ivory tower, allowing them to continue their unfinished thoughts beneath the college meadows.

White stone square monuments, consistent with the building materials, stood on neatly trimmed lawns, similar in form, differing only in the length of the inscriptions.

The newly built ones bearing only names and simple eulogies belonged to students unfortunately caught in the crossfire; those with three lines of small text following the name belonged to Lecturer Petrie; and those with only the name and dates of birth and death belonged to Mo Lisen and his unlucky disciples.

"Someone will remember them; there is no need to write a few more lines."

"Indeed." Perhaps students reviewing for exams here in the future would feel a sense of déjà vu looking at the names on the nearby tombstones. He had better feel a sense of déjà vu; otherwise, he would have to come back next year to memorize the same monograph content.

Kraft held a bouquet of white flowers of unknown variety, placing one before each tombstone, and divided the remaining half evenly, placing it beneath the names of Mo Lisen and Kalman.

The busy Professor Samuel was still too busy to be seen today; another lecturer had taken his place and accompanied the three of them to this spot.

"Lecturer Viren, you need not necessarily accompany us here; after all, I am just here to see an old friend." After several days of social activities, Professor Fernando had unconsciously and naturally assumed this identity, able to openly claim to be Mo Lisen's old friend without changing his expression.

Most people also seemed to tacitly accept this claim; after all, Mo Lisen could not now lift the coffin lid to deny it. Objectively speaking, his death made a significant contribution to promoting the easing of relations between both sides.

"No trouble; I have nothing to do every day anyway." Viren looked at Rivers and the other two in confusion. Indeed, one sees a person's heart in times of crisis; recently, this group had, as soon as they disembarked, offered condolences and visited the relatives of the deceased, and today they had come to the cemetery, appearing to have a tendency to stay longer.

Hearing him speak without sounding like mere politeness, Kraft asked, "May I ask what your field is?"

"Anatomy."

"Oh, no wonder." Everyone showed an expression of understanding. In the high-pressure environment where the Inquisition would stroll around for no reason, teaching and research were indeed difficult to carry out.

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Lecturer Viren swept away the fallen leaves on Petrie's tombstone, sighing deeply: "It was also because of this that Petrie was able to pass on; I didn't expect that upon arriving at Rivers' side, he would encounter heretics committing murder. Originally, he might have continued some of the topics left by the professors."

"What a pity. So, Petrie originally had a collaboration with Professor Mo Lisen?"

"Not really?" This idle lecturer pressed his forehead and recalled for a while, realizing he actually had a faint impression of the specific activities of his colleagues he had spent day and night with over the past half year. "He received some help from two professors in the field of pain-relief surgery; the specifics are unclear."

"Later, news came that there was a breakthrough in anesthesia technology, and the matter went no further. Once your results, Professor Kraft, were released, most similar research lost its value."

"Not quite; at least research on techniques to accelerate surgical speed still has value. I believe we must find a balance between efficiency and precision, which requires as many professionals with practical experience as possible to discuss and form standards together." Pulling out a direction to build rapport was the simplest thing for the pioneer of a new direction.

He extended his hand to the other party. "Coming to Dunling involved this consideration; I wonder if Lecturer Viren is interested in participating?"

"Ah?" Viren felt he should consider it slightly, but by the time he realized it, his hand was already clasped. "My honor."

"Although it is not suitable to launch clinical trials now, it is always fine to exchange information on the production process of anesthetic drugs first." Kraft held his hand, putting on a look of difficulty. "How is the situation with the instruments after the laboratory accident at your school?"

"Uh... to be honest, not ideal."

"Is the situation that severe?" Someone was very concerned about the damage in the fire scene.

"Yes, it was late at night; by the time someone discovered the fire in the dome skylight, it was already too late. Glass containers were twisted into a tangle, some fine metal objects were melted and destroyed, and the worst part was that unorganized and unarchived records were stored there."

One cannot blame the Inquisition; anyone would investigate such a fire.

【Or change the train of thought】

The order of events could be reversed: it was not that the Inquisition came after the fire, but that the Inquisition had already noticed something before this, forcing the destruction of the laboratory. This way, perhaps they would know more.

It is just that there is still a question now: "Then who is buried here?"

"Identified by remaining personal items and location. That was truly a nightmare."

Having received confirmation, Kraft relaxed his spirit, accepting everything in his senses. His unstoppable gaze flipped over the turf, penetrated the wet soil, and peered into the coffins buried deep underground.

Months of time brought plant roots and small creatures back here; active annelids loosened the compacted soil layers, ants built nests within them, and the damp environment turned tissues already severely damaged by burning into nests for microorganisms and saprophytic insects, while this small environment fell into silence after the only organic matter was consumed.

The morticians carefully placed the bones in their approximate positions, demonstrating good professional competence. Now, only these bones remained.

Unless the deceased happened to have suffered fractures or injuries before death that healed to form bone calluses, it would be difficult to analyze and compare identities based on these things; one must know that even Dunling University's talent reserve could only identify identities by personal items.

"What a pity." Kraft examined the disconnected and scattered bone fragments one by one; those with less soft tissue protection and more severe burning were already deformed and shattered, while the more solid large bone fragments retained their original form.

He compared them as much as possible with Kalman's height and the approximate height of the bones in his memory; the conclusion was that they would have to allow hands-on assembly of the scattered pieces before there was a chance for comparison.

Let alone orthopedic doctors; even if the Inquisition displayed a holy symbol on the spot, chanted scriptures, and summoned the Heavenly Father to possess a body, they still could not identify who the person was in life.

As for Mo Lisen, having never seen him in person, it was impossible to reconstruct his physique based solely on a portrait. Since the true identity could not be confirmed, the idea of verifying the existence of anatomical structural abnormalities naturally had no meaning. With the mindset of "since we are already here," Kraft additionally checked the graves of several students who met their demise before leaving.

Similarly, the bodies were completely destroyed, with only large bone fragments remaining intact. He walked past each tombstone in turn, letting the range of his spiritual senses with the clearest perception sweep over the coffins, distinguishing parts where bony characteristics might exist.

Kraft stopped before one of the tombstones and read out the name: "Clark."

A typical male name.

Due to the fat pads and thick muscles, the pelvis became the part with the most intact structure; the pelvis of the remains in the coffin seemed shallower than the others, arousing further attention.

The pubic symphysis of this individual—the anterior connection at the plane of the pelvic inlet—had a clearly wider posterior angle, making the anterior half of the inlet wide with greater space. The interspinous diameter on both sides of the mid-pelvis was also quite spacious, allowing for good passage.

"Lecturer Viren, I have a question; it might be somewhat presumptuous."

With the hope of promotion as a professor right before his eyes, Viren was very willing to answer any question. "Please speak; as long as it does not involve internal college affairs, there is nothing that needs to be kept secret."

"One of my students is female; she is currently following to learn basic knowledge, but if she is to have a longer-term development in the future, she will inevitably need a degree identity. So I would like to know if Dunling University has any precedent for admitting female students?"

"Even if we are willing to admit them, I am afraid it would be difficult for any woman to bear the pressure from the secular world and join the ranks of exploring the mysteries of the human body; even Professor Mo Lisen did not choose to let his only daughter inherit the family legacy."

"Alright, I would rather leave the choice to her herself." Kraft replied, successfully extracting the information he wanted.

The purpose of this trip had been partially achieved. Precise measurement was unnecessary; the spiritual organ made a judgment the moment it observed that wide, shallow pelvic form.

【A female pelvis】

"I have always heard Professor Kalman say that the church supervision here in Dunling is strict, leaving absolutely no room for the development of anatomy." Now it seems indeed so; they couldn't even gather a few bodies of a specific gender; this cleanup job was truly done very crudely.