The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"it is good."

Elsa bit her lip tightly and came to Schmidt's side.

"Hermit! You will gain nothing by killing me like this. And you, Elsa, we were once teacher and student, colleagues... You are so young, why do you want to stain your hands with blood?"

"No, I can't die here. I've already received the blessing I've always dreamed of..."

The teaching assistant was making a final, frantic struggle, but his appearance only made Elsa's gaze grow increasingly firm and cold. She exhaled heavily and plunged the longsword forged from sunlight into his chest.

As Sigrid's sword pierced Schmidt's heart, his frantic ravings finally ceased.

As Schmidt's body began to lose its spirit and warmth, his eyes, which had refused to close until death, completely glazed over... Elsa realized then that he was truly dead. She had personally deprived a living person of the right to live.

The first time one personally executes one's own kind can be extremely shocking.

It may instill fear, numbness, or even addiction.

Elsa was certainly not a psychopath with antisocial personality disorder; she just felt dazed. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and then she collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had left her… Despite her best efforts to resist, the urge to cry welled up involuntarily.

It was a cold, abandoned, and disgusting feeling, hard to describe...

Silently, a few tears fell to the ground, mingling with the sticky bloodstains. Finally, she could no longer bear the inexplicable sorrow and burst into tears.

During this time, Fran did not disturb Elsa; she simply walked slowly to Schlummett's lifeless body.

After Sigrid returned to her waist, she placed her hand, wrapped in a thin gray veil, on Schmidt's forehead and activated [Crown Thief].

……

Once Elsa's crying subsided, Fran pulled her into the Fog Within the Door and quickly left the Mandala Tavern.

Nicholas's previous arcane technique, "Tidecaller," caused quite a stir; it's only a matter of time before the Hunters arrive. If Sister Heda catches them red-handed, it won't be very dignified...

It is not advisable to linger at the crime scene.

Elsa, wiping her reddened eyes in the misty path, awkwardly apologized to Fran.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Flamel, I don’t know why… I didn’t want to cry, but the tears just wouldn’t stop…”

"Relax, sadness is normal."

Fran smiled and patiently explained.

"Don't all newborn babies cry unconsciously?... This is a sign that you are healing. You have now subconsciously left the warm and safe 'womb' and stepped into the real world."

"Yes, is that so?"

Elsa had gradually calmed down. Although she was no longer crying, tear tracks were still faintly visible on her face.

Fran, stroking his delicate grey gauze gloves, began the final summary of this treatment session.

“‘Crying’ is the outward appearance, while ‘sorrow’ has another meaning. Because you killed the bloodline that worshipped the Great Mother, she no longer bestows favor and love upon you. Sorrow… is the feeling of being abandoned by your mother.”

"Excuse my boldness, but your mother should have already passed away?"

"Yes. My mother contracted the disease during the Great Plague... and ultimately did not receive treatment."

Upon hearing this, Fran already understood why Elsa was the only one among the fifteen sacrifices in the birthday banquet hall to suffer from severe aftereffects.

Because Elsa's mother died in the Great Plague, her childhood lacked the piece called "mother." This subconscious longing for maternal love was like an unconscious prayer... which triggered a certain "response" from the Red Cup.

If she were to embark on the path of the Crimson Cup bloodline, she might also be able to become a high priest-level follower.

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Elsa Lois's 'phobia' has been cured. This month's routine house call is complete, completion rating: S. Your next monthly house call will be randomly triggered next month.

[This consultation fee: 1 unknown individual (excellent quality, unidentified)]

[Your resolution change: Mechanical Biology (17.1% → 17.5%).]

After sending Elsa back to the Lois residence, Fran and Sigrid returned to the Fog Street Clinic.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Si Qing removed her gray velvet veil and lifted her hair and ear feathers, which were now damp from the "Calling the Tide".

In addition, the gray gauze robe was also stained with blood and water, so much so that some of the silk gauze clung tightly to the skin of the legs.

Zizhu is covered in seawater and needs a bath. Sigrid can take care of the clothes...

Just before she was about to take action, Sigrid inquired about the situation during the house call.

"Dr. Fran, when you touched Schmidt's forehead for the last time, were you using the [Swinging Heart Clock] to probe his thoughts?"

"That's not right."

Fran shook her index finger, denying her guess.

As she spoke, she mysteriously opened her medicine box and took out an organ preservation perfusion box. Inside, a flesh-colored brain covered in grooves and ridges sat quietly.

“My pocket watch can only probe into thoughts in a targeted manner, and the actual amount of information it obtains is very small. Moreover, it is ineffective on the dead who no longer have thoughts. In order to make Schmidt fully understand what it means for ‘the dead to speak’…”

“I stole his brain back.”

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I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I went to the hospital for a follow-up blood test. Sorry about that.

Chapter Fifteen: Consciousness Retrospection

During the Great Plague, Fran's talent [Legendary Phantom Thief] had reached its maximum level, and she was in a state of uncontrollable frenzy.

Driven by intense emotions, she was able to attempt to directly steal abstract concepts at the conceptual level.

Authority, rules, laws... even the most precious treasures from the incarnation of gods cannot ultimately be exempted from them.

The only prerequisite is "touch".

However, at this moment, the [Crown Thief]'s skill level is completely zero, making it almost impossible to separate abstract concepts. Stealing memories directly from Schmidt's mind... that would be somewhat difficult for her.

Forcing its use will only result in wasting a lot of energy and getting a bunch of worthless redundant consciousness.

Therefore, Fran chose a simple yet effective method: bringing his brain back to Shuqun:ba」污娸〃liu〉∽叁^∵思私尓.

Seeing the doctor suddenly pull out an infusion box containing a brain, Sigrid's expression turned somewhat strange. She thought back carefully and realized she hadn't witnessed the craniotomy to remove the brain.

Could Dr. Fran really remove organs from someone's body just by touching them?

"Dr. Fran, this brain... is it still alive?"

"of course."

Fran easily confirmed Sigrid's guess, and then eagerly showed it to her.

"If it were a dead organ, it would be a slice in a specimen bottle now, not the whole thing in the perfusion chamber."

"Retrieving memories from the brain is not difficult. Biotechnology such as 'Omophage' can directly and easily obtain effective memories from organs."

Upon hearing this, Sigrid raised a finger and lightly touched her lower lip. Her eyes, as black as molten gold, blinked slightly.

During her previous conversation with Dr. Fran, she had heard details about the Space Marine modification surgery and naturally knew what "gene detection nerves" were and how to use them.

"Dr. Fran, you mean...you want to eat Schmidt?"

Sigrid nervously lifted the hem of her maid's dress.

Speaking of which, although "Hannibal Lecter's Secret Kitchen" is a book mainly about cooking, it for some reason likes to mention the characteristics of human ingredients from time to time... For example, it is red meat, with a texture between beef and venison, and a relatively fibrous feel.

Fran curled her lip and rolled her eyes at Sigrid.

"First of all, I personally do not accept such inferior food that is hard to swallow. Secondly, I do not have 'gene detection nerves' in my body, so even if I eat it, it will only be digested into amino acids and carbohydrates."

"Compared to the crude biological extraction... this time I will use a more refined method." (Collection)

Based on her in-depth research in [Mechanical Biology] and some insights into [Bio-Alchemy], she could use the consciousness extraction technique from space necromancy for a preliminary trial. Schmidt could be used as material, and even if she damaged him, she wouldn't feel bad.

Seeing that Fran had no intention of cooking Schmidt, Sigrid secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"A more refined method?"

At the same time, she also developed some interest in the technology Fran had mentioned.

"Does Sigrid want to see it? It's not difficult; I'll go prepare."

Fran removed the thin, gray veil, soaked with seawater and blood, and tossed it into a storage box on one side of the main hall.

The torrent created by the second type of secret technique, [Tide Summoning], splashed water all over the private room, leaving her shoes and socks feeling sticky and damp. She really wanted to take a shower… but since Sigrid was curious, she might as well demonstrate the technique first.

As she spoke, she picked up the perfusion box and went into her operating room.

Fran first performed a routine disinfection and dust removal, then embedded the entire enclosure into a cool, gray-colored instrument. A fine, network of mechanical circuitry extended into the enclosure, connecting to Schmidt's brain nuclei.

[Bioconversion Device (First Prototype)]

[Quality: Defective] Shirt

[Effect: Capable of extracting and backing up a living being's consciousness information; this process will also result in the separation of the individual's soul. Due to numerous defects in the instrument, including imperfect technology, flawed manufacturing processes, and insufficient material adaptability, it is not recommended for actual use. Please destroy it after completing technological iterations.]

[Note: "Don't use this machine lightly, don't blame me for not warning you..."]

Fran pressed his index fingertip against the instrument's light screen to confirm its identity, and it began to operate.

The information in Schmidt's brain was deconstructed and recoded several times before finally being stored in the machine's database.

His self-awareness was completely shattered in the process, reduced to pure "memory." The extracted spirit was then placed in a container on the other side, awaiting its use.

Although the entire biotransformation process seemed to be without any problems, this instrument was a patchwork by Fran, and she knew all too well how unreliable its performance was... anything was possible except for the fact that it wouldn't explode.

But that's how phased experiments are; unexpected events can happen at any time, and that's an indispensable part of it... The results always need to be verified.

Fran attached the network of mechanical circuitry to his forehead and began examining Schmidt's memory information.

"Sigrid, give me your hand."

"Ah."

Sigrid placed her hand on the doctor's and touched a brass pocket watch that still felt warm from his touch. Using it as the nexus of their spiritual connection, the two entered a state of empathy.

Daylight shines and darkness falls, day and night alternate.

Schmidt's life unfolds before the two like fragmented slideshows, with scenes from various periods intertwined and interwoven, creating a bizarre and fantastical spectacle...

Fran meticulously pieced together the confusing information, and soon found the part he needed.

That was one night three years ago...

Schmidt knelt on the hotel’s large velvet bed, his hands bound behind his back with delicate silk gauze.

His white bathrobe had been reduced to tattered strips, riddled with tears. Beneath the gaps in the clothing, bright red whip marks were clearly visible on his skin.

A beautiful dancer in a deep red silk dress lightly stroked a short whip with small spikes in her hand, playfully tracing it across Schmidt's back, from his neck to his tailbone, as if caressing him with affection...

The next moment, the merciless sound of the whip rang out, tearing away a piece of skin from his back, leaving it covered in blood.

"Child, you are so cute."

The dancer lifted Schmidt's chin and uttered a compliment that sounded like a reward to a subordinate. It was like throwing a bone to a wagging dog.

The white cup teaching assistant's rationality and persistence seemed to have completely collapsed. His eyes were unreal and intoxicated, almost completely immersed in endless sensory stimulation.

The pain was deep in the bones, but at the same time it brought an irresistible pleasure.

The emotions overflowed, full, rich, and mellow, like drowning in a deep pool of fine wine, savoring its alluring taste until death.

"My lord, please grant me even more favors..."

Finally, he knelt at the dancer's feet and kissed the gold ornaments on the instep of her feet to show his complete submission.

Dignity, honor, ideals—everything that constituted Schmidt's life was completely abandoned under the influence of sweet emotions.

At this moment, all he wanted was to receive more touch, to receive more warmth, and to be held in those great arms forever.

"Hmm, so he converted to Christianity after being captured by Sayens."

"So it seems that the dancer didn't use any secret techniques, but only relied on the influence of the spirit of the cup to subdue Schmidt... If this kid had a stronger will, he probably would have been implanted with [Cistanche deserticola]."

"In a way, his wavering stance actually gave him a slightly better outcome."

The fates of Nicholas and Guns at the Star Chart Workshop were likely the consequence of non-cooperation. They were implanted with parasites, becoming living puppets with a kind of consciousness but actually being manipulated by others.

Fran watched the two's exciting scene with great interest, only regretting that he hadn't prepared a bucket of popcorn beforehand.

Seeing that the dancer seemed to be preparing to remove her blood-red silk skirt, and the two people on the velvet bed were becoming increasingly entangled and alluring, Sigrid pursed her lips and finally blushed as she reminded her.

"Dr. Fran..."

"Okay, okay, let's change the channel. Skip the adult content."