Chapter 240: Fire Protection, Wolf Protection, and Death Resistance! (Ye Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards Additional Update 2)
"Ouch... I'm so exhausted..."
Gretel staggered to the ground. Seven or eight rooms, the entire red zone! He took care of it all by himself!
Pour the disinfectant water one ladle after another! Bucket after bucket!
The recording room and material preparation room were a little better. The pollution was not serious. At best, the thief had searched around. The anatomy room was okay, but the strain culture room, he completely passed it inch by inch T_T
ceiling!
floor!
wall!
Broken petri dishes should be put into a sharps container according to medical waste standards (sorry, there is no such thing, only a large ceramic jar) and then melted over a white fire!
Until now, he has never done such heavy physical work!
It’s not finished until everything is cleaned up. The next step is to take samples from the whole house and conduct bacterial culture experiments! I also placed dozens of petri dishes in the laboratory, opened and closed the lids one by one, and conducted sedimentation bacteria tests!
Those great magicians were watching the fun with their hands folded, but no one was willing to help him! The Necromancer was still following him step by step. Whenever Gretel did something new, he would take a look and ask:
"Why are you pouring it on the roof?"
"Why are you still spreading it out of thin air?"
"What are you cooking? Broth? You're welcome, we won't eat it..."
"What? Isn't it for us to eat?"
"It's so boring! Can you take off your protective clothing? No? Can you go out? Nothing, nothing?"
"Hey, what are you doing? The lid is still open!"
"It's back to cover again... wouldn't it be better to just cover it just now?"
Gretel: "..."
I have time to ask questions, but you can help me a little bit!
After finally confirming that the whole house was cleaned, Gretel collapsed on the ground when he returned to the cleaning area.
The back collar suddenly tightened, and he was picked up by one hand and spun around on the spot. Grete's brain was still dizzy, and he had been placed on the chair. He raised his hands and feet to assume a pose that required the least effort.
Looking sideways, I saw that the hand holding him had no muscles, no skin, not even joints and ligaments. It looked like a bone hand!
Seeing him looking over, the skeleton collapsed on the spot with a crash...collapsed...collapsed...and stretched out a bone hand to pick up his own bones, picked up the skull and put it on the At the top, try not to take up space.
Looking at the Necromancer again, the black-robed great magician turned his head as if nothing had happened, pretending that the skeleton was not summoned by him.
Gretel: "..." Thank you!
"Why are you doing this?" Seeing him paralyzed and not wanting to move his fingers, the two great magicians of the plasticity department felt distressed and couldn't help laughing. The white-robed mage from the protection department added:
"You still have to wear that dress, why bother! Just put it on and take it off, take a shower outside, it will waste at least an hour!"
"...Look at your puppet." Grete replied weakly, taking advantage of the teacher's presence. The white-robed mage raised his eyebrows, and beside him, two metal dolls were swaying towards their master. He immediately came over and observed up and down with the two great magicians of the Conjuration Department and the Prophecy Department:
The two dolls were originally exactly the same, but after walking around in the danger zone, there were some differences. The one wearing protective clothing had a layer of water vapor on its body, and the one without protective clothing and relying purely on magic had some wet disinfectant on its feet. To the naked eye, there was no damage to either of them.
The conjuration magician fiddled with the spells, making a circle with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and looked at his puppet through the circle. Before he could see anything, the black-robed necromancer had already come over and reached out to touch the one without protective clothing. As soon as I touched it, my eyes suddenly lit up:
"Give this one to me!—I'll pay double the price!"
"No!"
"No!!!"
Two voices screamed simultaneously. One was Grete. When he sprayed the disinfectant, he deliberately missed the one without protective clothing; the other was the great magician from the prophecy department. His eyes were wide open and his fingers were no worse than last night:
"This one is very dangerous! Very dangerous!!!"
"Where is the danger?" The white-robed mage was still arrogant. Grete had jumped off the chair and staggered over. With a petri dish in one hand and a cotton swab in the other, I raised my hand to smear it on the puppet:
"I can't give it to you! If I give it to you, I'll get into trouble! - You should clearly see the danger!"
As he spoke, he applied a few smears on the doll's face, chest, legs, and arms. Apply one line, draw a line in the petri dish with your backhand, change the cotton swab and apply again. After wiping everything, cover the lid and point to the petri dish:
"Give birth!!!"
Misty green light spilled out. In the petri dish, on the translucent agar medium, plaques suddenly appeared one by one and in clusters. Except for the first scratch on the face, colonies of bacteria grew densely on the other scratches.
He replaced another puppet wearing protective clothing, which was exactly the same, and operated it again. If the magic of birth-promoting is thrown up, at least no one can see any spots with the naked eye. The conjuration magician observed for a long time through the circle between his thumb and index finger, and then mumbled in doubt:
"I seem to have seen a little bit..."
"You can see it better with a microscope," Grete replied softly. Before the other party could ask what a microscope was, the protection mage in white robe had already asked:
"You used the birthing spell yourself. Could it be that the magic power on both sides is unbalanced and the amount of birthing is different?"
Gretel smiled slightly. He touched the space bag, took out two other sets of petri dishes and cotton swabs, and handed them over with both hands:
"You make sense. I also suggest doing another set of experiments - this time, we don't use magic to induce growth. Let the petri dish stand for 24 hours to see the growth of the colony. You can try it yourself, and I want to do it myself. Make another set—"
He handed the experimental equipment forward. Before the white-robed mage could respond, the previously disintegrated skeleton staggered over and took the petri dish. Grete bowed slightly, stood up straight, and turned around to get busy again.
The great magician of the protection department was hesitant, but he took over the experimental equipment and started doing it himself. Grete and him took samples one after another, then bowed their heads and saluted:
"Sorry, I have to disinfect this puppet and the path it has taken...Bernard! Come here and help me pour disinfectant! And Master -"
He turned to the Necromancer who was rummaging around for a curette, trying to scrape the ashes off his fingers and take them back:
"You just touched this doll! Please wash your hands immediately, immediately!"
The Necromancer shrugged his shoulders and ran to wash his hands obediently under Gretel's strict surveillance. While washing, he turned his head frequently and looked at the alchemy doll that was being splashed with disinfectant. His face looked like he was mourning for his heir.
No, it was a loss of 100 million, or a bone dragon!
After watching the alchemy dolls being disinfected with his own eyes, Gretel finally relaxed. He fell down on the chair and gave vague instructions:
"Auro, you go and keep an eye on the search team. The intruder will be disinfected wherever he passes..."
Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he fell asleep on the spot.
I slept until daylight. In a daze, a familiar voice seemed to call him:
"Gretel! Get up! The man is caught!"
"Don't disturb me...let me sleep..."
Grete grunted and rolled over. The man persisted and continued to push him:
"Get up! The person has been found, but the things are gone! The great magician is looking for you!"
"If it's gone, it's gone..."
Grete got under the quilt, but still couldn't resist the noise, so he simply pulled up the quilt and covered his head.
Beside his bed, Aurora Wharton was ready to try again, but Bernard snatched it away. The barbarian made a "silence" gesture, remained silent for a moment, and became angry:
"Help people!!!"
"where!"
Grete jumped up with a bang.
You need to wake up to receive the information. Grete jumped out of bed, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and listened to Aurora's report:
The intruder was indeed found, but was already dead;
The three stolen test tubes were missing. A teleportation circle was found under the intruder, and it was highly suspected that the items had been sent away;
The destination of the teleportation array is being analyzed by the great magicians, and the results will be available as soon as tonight...
"Have you disinfected the deceased?" Gretel sprayed out the toothpaste and toothbrush. Aurora quickly comforted him:
"It's been disinfected! It's been disinfected! The archmage froze the corpse directly. The teleportation circle and the entire cave and tunnel were washed with disinfectant to ensure there won't be any problems!"
God knows, since yesterday, no, the night before yesterday, his senior brothers and sisters, and their disciples, have been making disinfectant day and night, and they are almost going crazy!
Make distilled water, make refined salt, turn on electricity, collect lime in large bags, collect flammable gas, collect caustic soda...
The four laboratories are bustling and working at full capacity. The 375th floor of Babel Tower. When have you ever done such rough work?
"As long as it's been disinfected." Gretel finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly took care of himself and immediately grabbed Aurora:
"Where was the deceased caught? Has he been disinfected along the way? Take me there, I want to take samples for analysis!"
"Isn't this necessary...?" Aurora hesitated. A magician strode over from next door:
"I'll take him there!"
"Archmage!"
Aurora immediately lowered her head and saluted. Grete looked outside and saw that His Excellency the Lord of Thunder and other members of the jury had left. Only the black-robed Necromancer stuck his head out and refused to leave. Outside the gate, two bone horses were kicking, their saddles and saddles were ready.
Opposite the Necromancer, the member of the Jury of the Evocation Department, whom Archmage Carlisle called Old Sam, was like a shepherd dog guarding against wild wolves, staring at the Necromancer every step of the way. The level of black face is not much different from that of the Necromancer's skeleton.
"take me!"
Grete had already started packing her things. He didn't care who took him there, he just threw everything into the space bag:
Petri dishes, culture media, microscopes, glass rods that channel magic, and everything else imaginable. By the way, he should also bring the gold coins, as well as the bell containing the "gold coins", so that he can do whatever he needs at any time:
"While that guy was escaping, I had to analyze and take samples to make sure there were no leaks of germs around him! I also have disinfectant and the bleaching powder I asked you to make. Bring as much as you can!"
(3000-word chapter! Another update completed!)
Thanks to x-on:絵里衣nosakura for the 100 starting coins reward
I saw a doctor in Zhengzhou on the news today. He climbed up on the subway and gave people CPR and artificial respiration. He knelt from 6pm to 12pm, and his knees were rotten into pieces... I really can't bear for my protagonist to be like this.
But there really is such a doctor in reality... T_T
Salute to all the angels in white!
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