Chapter 257: Manual Geiger Counter

It felt very bad to receive an emergency notice shortly after starting work, especially when this matter had to be prioritized.

The two were pulled out of the sewer and the laboratory respectively, rushed to the scene, unexpectedly reunited ahead of schedule, and while exchanging work progress, together admired the masterpiece of Kraft's good student.

Like a mad artist who had already descended into frenzy, wielding a large brush at random, the splashed paint used the walls and floor as a canvas, expressing powerful impact through rendering a single, heavy color that filled the visual field.

The viewer's first reaction might not be negative feelings, but rather being infected by it, empathizing with the will the author intentionally or unintentionally revealed.

Color broke free from the constraints of form, gushing forth and flowing wildly, as if metaphorizing something being liberated, making people mired in daily trivialities feel a terrible release, where long-accumulated grievances were vented as a destructive substantial force.

A work with a very prominent and clear theme.

But soon they would discover the essence of this work covering half the corridor, seized by belated chill, and hastily deny the appreciation that had arisen in their hearts earlier.

By the time the professor and the priest arrived, the site had already been preliminarily cleaned.

A group of monks temporarily sealed the second floor of the clinic, sorted out the scattered invaders, took the girl away from the scene, saved the clinic owner who had locked himself in the closet, and comforted a colleague who seemed to have some consciousness impairment.

They listened to Brother Robin's account, decided to ask Dr. David to give this person, suspected of having an intracranial injury, a preliminary check, and tried to correct him from the delusion that "a minor girl created all this."

However, after the on-site investigation, various traces indicated that a participant of small stature but astonishing strength had developed a new use for the candlestick.

Even though the truth was already laid out before them, the person involved did not refuse to admit what he had done; all of this was still too hard to accept. So they objectively conveyed the known information to the priest, and then the priest notified the professor.

Both felt they had anticipated the situation before coming, but still fell silent for quite a while in front of the corridor.

"Obviously, they didn't bring weapons to see a doctor, so this should undoubtedly belong to supported self-defense." Kraft tried to deflect the topic by avoiding the heavy and focusing on the light.

"Hmm." Green deduced the scene at the time based on the bloodstains; it was already hard to describe as blunt force trauma, almost as if someone had been torn apart in parts.

The candlestick, used as a weapon, was partially deformed, its copper branches bent, like metal plants growing from the base.

"My people say your student accomplished all this independently. Do you have any clues?"

"......"

Before coming, the scene the professor imagined was probably Yvonne using wit and a dagger to perform a tracheotomy on two heretics, with a carotid artery incision thrown in, which could still be barely passed off.

Given this situation, one could only say it was somewhat worrying regarding the mental state of the person involved.

But as everyone knows, that is what a mentor does: vouch for students and occasionally clean up the mess. What Yvonne did was in principle no problem; it was just the execution method that was a bit flawed, and the post-event cleanup work belonged to no one but Kraft.

"Speaking of which, it might contradict general notions, but medicine is actually a very physically demanding activity. An architect might not need to personally carry bricks and stones, but a doctor must personally perform surgery on patients."

"In many operations, the status of strength is sometimes no less than that of precision; otherwise, you cannot separate contracted muscles or handle hard bones. Therefore, when recruiting students, surgery often also has physical requirements."

"So?"

"Yvonne naturally has some advantage in strength over ordinary people, so I hope she can become the inheritor of the craft, and perhaps even its promoter; this is also quite reasonable, isn't it?" The professor argued the importance of strength for surgery very seriously, to the point that Green almost failed to notice he intended to steer the topic off course.

"Naturally?"

"That's right; everyone has talents bestowed by the Heavenly Father, it's just that some people might get a bit more." As the saying goes, you never know your limit until you try; Kraft didn't even know he could tell such blatant lies so seriously.

"As for these, um... you have to understand that for an untrained person, when encountering something for the first time and feeling relatively nervous, it is indeed easy to overdo the force and mess up the scene."

"Hmm." It was audible that this explanation was just to avoid explaining; the priest's reply was a single syllable, and any more than two sentences of argument would be a waste of energy.

Overall, the result was good; since the professor could shamelessly insist on "innate godly strength," he had neither reason nor ability to figure out what was really going on, as long as he ensured this candlestick wouldn't one day swing and hit someone on their own side.

"I hope you know what you are doing, and so does your student." Green sighed, stepped around the pool of blood, picked up that candlestick, and hefted the weight; with his arm strength, holding this solid copper object wouldn't last too long.

Arguing with someone determined to play the shameless card seemed meaningless. "Let's not talk about this anymore; at least our rash young man survived. Let's talk about something else."

"First, the emblem behind that armor. I consulted an expert; it dates to the early period of the kingdom's founding. The main elements are a sword and a dragon, belonging to a relatively powerful branch, but it was never passed down afterwards. Moreover, the records of the entire Pendra family from that time are like a clock tower with the first floor removed, floating in the air."

"So your idea is not without merit; at least something that must be hidden definitely happened then, but knowing this is of no help to us."

"This might become part of a certain key; we just don't know where the lock is yet." Getting feedback within such a short time was truly an unexpected joy.

"What about you? How is the experiment going?"

"Smoother than imagined; the influencing factors have been figured out, only quantitative analysis and practical application of the transformation remain." Kraft signaled Kup to come upstairs, took a tightly sealed small iron bottle from the squire, quickly showed the contents after opening the mouth, and then closed it again; inside were those black granular substances.

He shook the bottle; the obvious sound of the particles striking the bottle wall was clearly audible. "Listen, take it out and shake it; under normal circumstances, it sounds like this."

"So what does this indicate?"

"When there are things that shouldn't exist nearby, or rather, when phenomena are active, the particles inside will temporarily melt, clumping together like damp sand, and the bottle will become relatively quiet."

The bottle was quickly passed around; the professor seemed not to like this thing staying in his hands for long. "At first, I wanted to use white glass so it could be observed directly; but slight melting isn't that easy to see clearly, and you wouldn't want to touch a pile of glass shards with strange liquid on them; it's better to listen."

"I think it will come in handy soon." Green tried shaking the bottle; this reminded him of some children's toys, similarly filling an empty shell container with small things that would collide and make noise. "How did you figure this out?"

"Eliminating other possible influences, it can only be this." Kraft replied.

"Then is it sensitive—I mean, how close a distance, and how long until there is a noticeable change?"

"I don't know, but such precision isn't needed for now. I have prepared three for you; if they all suddenly go silent, I suggest running quickly; that means what's coming is either particularly large, particularly close, or preparing some grand show."

"Thank you, I will consider it."