Chapter 315 Memories and Decoding
In the dim morgue, a series of tools—short knives, tweezers, scissors, syringes—danced in turn on the cold corpse. When they returned to their places, the complete body was already in pieces.
From head to ankle, every inch of the corpse's skin had been carefully cut open, revealing the muscle tissue beneath, or a turbid slurry.
However, these liquid tissues did not gush out because of the skin's division; they remained quietly in place, like a static picture.
And Instructor Katz, who manipulated all of this with practiced ease, kept his eyes closed throughout the entire process.
He merely moved his fingers, and the tools flew up and retreated on their own, everything like a bloody performance of string puppets.
When the autopsy was over, Instructor Katz clapped his hands gently, instantly breaking the solidified "time" on the corpse. Blood plasma mixed with pus rushed out of the bones and muscles, overflowing the flattened skin, dripping little by little down the black leather onto the morgue's floor tiles.
"Chrom, come over here," Katz's voice sounded.
The head of a short youth appeared above the corpse. He looked at the pool of crimson before him without the slightest discomfort, even exclaiming with surprise, "Wow."
"Fill the brain tissue, clean up the blood plasma and pus, re-inject the anti-decay gel. After all that is done, call Hayden… Oh, he's gone. Call the person next door to heal the wounds. I will find someone to come and carry the body away."
Having said that, Instructor Katz opened his eyes, as if the person who had just handled the corpse was not him, but some string puppet he controlled.
His slightly cloudy eyes clearly reflected everything on the conveyor belt, but without producing the slightest emotional change.
He had been doing this kind of work for many years, dissecting friends, students, enemies. He had once thought that unless Gorsha appeared on the conveyor belt, nothing would surprise him.
After instructing the young apprentice, Katz turned and walked out of the morgue.
As he left, some small objects in the room were shaking slightly, as if being gently tugged by a thin thread.
But soon, this unsettling movement stopped with the closing of the scarlet door.
Chrom respectfully watched Katz leave, then rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the mess with excitement.
The cleanup work was completed smoothly. He began to inject the gel into Nick's remains. This gel replaced the blood and other fluid tissues in the body, allowing the corpse to regain its fullness.
Next was a crucial step: putting the brain back into Nick's two halves of his head.
But when he took out an artificial skull from a box, he seemed a little nervous.
He tried hard to keep a straight face, but his trembling pupils betrayed his true emotions.
Insert the artificial skull, close the skull, and simply suture it in place.
This set of movements was only slightly more sluggish than before.
Not long after, an unfamiliar face appeared, wearing an expression of utter despair, and released a few restoration spells on the body pieced together by Chrom.
Then he, also looking listless, nodded at Chrom, indicating that he was done, and left the morgue dejectedly.
Chrom, who had been standing by and watching, suddenly let out a silent sigh of relief after the stranger left.
…
The scene stopped, and Saul began to struggle to break free from Nick's body.
However, as soon as he exerted force, he severed the connection with Nick.
After selecting the locator, everything was very different from before. The previously difficult walking, powerful enemies, and terrifying mental interference all became much easier.
When the fog covering the knowledge of witchcraft was cleared away by great power, all that remained were the principles and rules.
Saul smoothly left Nick's body and returned to his own.
Then, as he climbed up from the ground, he asked the four consciousnesses, "How's it looking on your end?"
When he entered Nick's body, he deliberately prevented the diary from transmitting what he saw to the several consciousnesses, but instead allowed them to conduct research and discussion separately in an isolated space.
This time, the first to write was Hermann.
Hermann: [I didn't analyze anything… ]
Well, Hermann belonged to the action-oriented wizard apprentices. It was difficult for him to study the fluctuation patterns and intrinsic information of spiritual bodies.
But then Saul did not receive good news. Morton and Agu both relayed that the information was too short and did not analyze the real content.
Saul did not continue to ask. An, the remaining one, was a composite of multiple consciousnesses, and had only recently taken shape, and still needed to perfect his self-awareness. Saul did not expect An's mind to turn so quickly.
"I do have a clue here, but I'm afraid it will take some effort to track down the real instigator," Saul also sighed.
Chrom, who replaced him in the morgue, was only a first-level apprentice. And judging from his expression when he acted, he was a little nervous, but not afraid.
Most likely, he just accepted a bribe and then helped someone do something.
But fortunately, Saul could still investigate who was contacting Chrom.
As long as he used the name of Instructor Gorsha, if Chrom dared to hesitate for a moment, Saul would admire his courage!
But in any case, the caution of the mastermind behind the scenes startled him.
Each link involved two or three people, and possibly more.
Saul had been wavering before, wondering if their target was just himself?
But after a series of investigations, he could only laugh, "I'm not worthy."
Who knew that at this time, An, who was least expected, would take the initiative to come out.
An: [Master~ I seem to have deciphered the meaning of this mental fluctuation.]
Agu: [!]
Morton: [!]
Gorman: [?]
The three consciousnesses each used a punctuation mark, expressing their surprise well.
Saul didn't expect An to decipher it. Although An's tone didn't sound very certain, Saul, who had already witnessed the Wraith Hand's ability, believed that this tone instead represented a kind of showing off.
A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, "Tell me about it."
An: ["Smash it," that's just one sentence.]
Very simple signal.
Saul raised his hand and groped his chin, a gesture he liked to do whenever he pondered.
Hermann: [Smash it? What kind of control method is that?]
Morton: [No, now that you say that, it does seem to be the meaning.]
Agu: [Indeed, unknown reasoning is difficult, but if you know the answer and then reason backward, it is very easy. If you use this information to reason backward… at least the inverse equation is successful.]
An: [Hehe~]
Saul didn't bother to calculate anymore. He believed in Morton and Agu's experience and calculation ability. But he was more curious as to why An was able to deduce this result.
"How did you do it?"
Faced with Saul's question, An seemed a little hesitant.
An: [Uh… If I said that the memory ran out on its own, would you believe me, Master?]
An originally thought that Saul would hesitate a bit, but unexpectedly, he raised his eyebrows and asked her in return, "Believe it! Does this memory belong to the Wraith Hand, or that incomplete evil spirit?"
An immediately became honest.
[It's the evil spirit.]
Continue asking for monthly tickets, ah, asking for monthly tickets.
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