Just as Turing was about to leave Joseph's clinic, a slightly weak voice was stopped by him:

"Is it Dr. Gray Fox?"

Turing turned around. The sound came from a hospital bed not far behind him, which was covered with white curtains. He recognized that it was the hospital bed where the patient he was treated, "Little Wales".

He walked forward, lifted his face, and Little Welsh, who had changed his bandages all over his body, only one eye was exposed. When he saw Turing's appearance, he was stunned, and then the gauze under his face bulged, as if he was smiling:

"I heard from them that the one who saved me was an unknown alien with black hair... I thought they were playing tricks, but I didn't expect it to be true..."

Little Welsh murmured, then shook his shoulders:

"Are you the Gray Fox Doctor? If it was before the injury... I might be shocked. But you saved me, and they said it was almost a miracle. I pulled me back from the God of Death... If there was the God of Death, I would be really grateful for it anyway."

"It's nothing. I just came here as a doctor. This is what I should have done."

"Don't say that... those nurses, they were all amazed that I survived like this. Really, I know you must be a great doctor. My brother told me that you were treated unfairly here, fucking, when they broke their arms and intestines and had half a face missing, you will know to respect a black-haired angel!"

Little Welsh's metaphor made Turing blush and feel a little exaggerated. However, this guy recovered well. Turing narrowed his eyes and took a step forward:

"I'll do another examination for you. I should have had another consultation, but something else happened today."

"Is it because you beat Baville?" Little Welsh smiled and glanced at the hospital bed covered by the curtain on the other side, then looked back at Turing walking to him and removed some bandages and gauze. "That guy is Jules' good friend and one of the old witch hunters. Can you beat him? Congratulations, I've been jealous of this outfit for a long time."

Turing responded while observing Little Wales' recovery. What surprised him was that the wounds on the other party's body had begun to heal and some parts had even begun to scab.

Obviously, the witch hunters are not benchmarking against the humans in their own world. But is it because of the tumor that gives them a strong body, or is the humans here a little different?

"You are recovering well. With such a serious injury, it will probably only take two days to get out of bed. You can recover your combat effectiveness in seven days. But it will take one month to fully heal."

Little Welsh smiled: "But I can go out to participate in the hunt in two days, which is much better than I thought."

"I seem to be talking about seven days."

"Getting out of bed and restoring combat effectiveness is equal in our eyes. Ted lacks me, and now he can only join in the fun of Miss Helsing's hunting team. I have to return to the hunting team as soon as possible. I can't wait to find the damn Jack the Ripper to take revenge... The grass hurts me to death."

"Ted?"

"It's my brother, 'Big Wales'. He originally wanted to stay here to take care of me, but in addition to his hunting skills, he was just a stupid guy who couldn't wear clothes well. Sometimes he even took the wrong potion, let alone take care of me... He also caused some trouble to the caregivers, so Mrs. Carol drove him away."

Quinn went out again? It seems that she happened to miss out on Big Wales.

Turing re-tied the gauze and bandage for it:

"Okay. Your dedication makes me admire you, but your body is yours, use it carefully. Before leaving, I want to ask one thing... Why are people in London so prejudice against black hair so huge?"

"Pretense?...well, it's really bias in your eyes, but in fact... it's common sense."

"The church's Scriptures mentioned that only demons have black hair. And in this world, the only demon is Cain."

"Cain?"

"Legends say that he was the first vampire in the world. All the blood-thirsty people are his people and descendants. He is the well-deserved king of darkness. He was sealed by the church and locked up in hell. His hair was black. So the black-haired people were considered an unknown sign, and everyone firmly believed in this. But now I don't think so... The black-haired people should be angels, let the church people go to hell."

Turing smiled and patted his arm:

"I understand, have a good rest."

Leaving Joseph's clinic, Turing ran into Mrs. Carol again:

"Mr. Gray Fox, aren't you going to rest?"

"I just checked the situation in Little Wales and he recovered well."

"Great, thanks for finally a professional surgeon here. Speaking of this, maybe you should come to the clinic to see our patients today. Although I know you just finished a sport between the young men, the hunters here are not the ones who are at peace. Let me see... I should be able to see you here again at three in the morning?"

The doctor's duty...

Turing thought about it and agreed:

"Of course it's OK. But I can work at dawn."

Night is the time for vampires to appear, so Turing naturally cannot spend time simply treating diseases and saving people, even if he can secretly study witch hunters and Lun tumors.

"Are you sure?" Carol raised his eyebrows.

Three-quarters of the people in the Evil-Breaking Alliance are hiding out at night during the day, and sleeping during the day is equivalent to a normal night. In Carol's opinion, the gray fox is taking the initiative to take the "night shift".

"Of course. I am a doctor, and no one knows my health and routine better than me. Please rest assured that this will not delay my treatment."

"That...is pretty good. I also hope to share the work in the clinic until the day. Some hunters come back in broad daylight, but there are not enough doctors and nursing staff during the day. You are such an angel, Mr. Gray Fox."

The old lady hugged Turing enthusiastically.

This seems to be the etiquette of the City of London, very similar to the Federation of the Britta Islands. Olicia should like this kind of social etiquette...Turing Thinking.

Turing usually likes to allocate and squeeze his time reasonably. With the multiple enhancement of his phantom limbs and body, his sleep time has been compressed to two hours. This allows him to allocate enough time to apply to other things.

A crazy professor at the Life Foundation wrote a study on sleep. He believes that if a creature cannot escape the waste of sleep, it cannot be called a successful evolutionary species. Turing agrees with his point of view.

In this way, Turing received another praise from the doctor and received Mrs. Carol's permission to manage the Joseph clinic during the day and a key.

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Late at night, a carriage slowly drove out of the alley.

The downward hunter hat slightly blocked the fluffy brown middle hair, and under the long witcher's long clothes and blood-sealed rain poncho were various leather straps.

This is a witch hunter. What's strange is that he also has a pair of sunglasses on his face, which clamps the bridge of his nose and is firmly stuck behind his ears.

This is Turing.

Turing took out a carriage from the quarantine officer and took away two bottles of "Rose Blood" potions and a bottle of "Shadow Eye". Originally, he could get more, but the quarantine officer's attitude was not very good, so he didn't force anything and set off.

The sunglasses were made by Norton from Hunter Workshop. The bronze frame is small and thick. The slightly smaller round lenses can just block his black pupils. The wig is woven from the mane dropped by a horse. It looks too fluffy and a bit strange. But in this era, Turing thought it was already good to find something like sunglasses.

Although it is difficult to see pedestrians in the middle of the night, Turing still prepared this outfit for safety.

After stopping the carriage at the entrance of the alley, Turing climbed up to the building beside him with his bare hands, and between a few ups and downs, he rushed to the top of the building and walked all the way toward the city of London.

It took an hour to take Turing to climb the high spire to look down below and use the secondary brain compiler to record the terrain and details of most of the city of London. The city is not small, and the tall Gothic buildings have ruined him for a long time. On the way down, he found two traces of suspected battle.

The vertical buildings in London City have high and low vision blocking. The battle Turings did not see the whole picture, but it can be confirmed that the witch hunter was hunting the thirsty blood. One of the places was over when Turing arrived. The secondary brain compiler could not match the appearance of the other party, so it was not the witch hunter of his branch.

After going up to talk, the other party first expressed appropriate respect for his identity as a long-clothed person. In the subsequent inquiry, Turing got two information:

1. The surrounding areas of the Xibian Mongol where you are located are relatively safe, because within a small area radiated with the Xibian as the center, the hidden sphere of influence of the alliance, and the residents around you are all affiliated with the demon hunter.

2. There is a contact order against "Jack the Ripper" tonight, which was initiated by Jules, the president of the League of Turing's branch. This is very likely because of the information provided by Turing, and it should be the reason why Quinn is traveling in a hurry. However, he has not found any trace of the other party at the moment.

Saying goodbye to the other party, Turing returned to the carriage, screened out all the street signs and signs in the map, and based on the above-ground grids and deductions of the city, he basically obtained the shallow position of the entire sewer network in the currently scanned area. So he drove the carriage towards the suburbs and finally stayed in a village by the side of the city.

There are a large number of houses outside the city of London, which is much lower than in the city of London. The reason why Turing came here was because he discovered a highly secure sewer network entrance.

There are a large amount of steam equipment in the center of London. In addition to a large amount of waste gas, some factories also discharge wastewater, and these things are discharged through sewers. At this moment, Turing is located in a tributary of the Thames, the famous river in the city, and is a wastewater discharged.

The carriage was parked at the junction of this outer town and the city of London, and hidden behind a horse Peng next to a house. There was a feed trough where the dark horse Turing borrowed from the military officer could eat and drink freely.

Then Turing walked through the houses and gradually descended along the map in the secondary brain compiler. Finally, after passing through a smelly bridge hole, the smelly city sewer drain outlet appeared in front of him.

"It's here."

The steam black technology in this world is not very good in his opinion. Only the sewer network in London provides workers' maintenance and peers' roads. This is a purely stinking drain.

And it's smelly enough.

Wearing the leather mask provided by the witch hunters, it was soaked with damp cloth with diluted potions. According to the unwilling answer by the military officer, this was to prevent some blood-thirsty people from releasing toxins or psychedelic gases. Of course, Turing now only needs to ensure that he is not smudged by the stench.

After applying the same technique to the drainage port, some fireflies were released and hovering nearby. After half an hour of observation, Turing confirmed that the odor here was enough to offset the smell of his blood and the demon god technology. He spread his phantom limbs with confidence, pried open the stone bricks on the side of the drainage port, took them down one by one, and planted the seeds at an extremely fast speed, and began to spread toward the inside.

Ten minutes later, the stone wall in front of Turing opened on his own, and he crawled in with a short body.

The space inside was completely filled with phantom limbs, supporting a medium-sized room and building a large number of experimental equipment and ventilation facilities. As the stone wall behind him was actually a mechanical door closed, Turing took off his mask and took a breath of fresh air filtered by himself:

"The sewer outlet is filled with harmful substances here, and these residents can tolerate it... The living standards of the people in the lower class of this world are worse than the slums of the Colosseum and the slums of the Yezhou state."

After controlling the familiar phantom limbs behind him, Turing took out the samples he had collected before and pushed them into the phantom limb-constructed instruments in front of him, and began to automatically analyze the computing power of the auxiliary brain compiler.

He took out the bottles of potions and placed them on the experimental bench, unscrewed one of the bottles of "hunting noses", extracted the part and entered another device for detailed analysis.

Due to lack of understanding of several unknown elements, Turing's analysis results were not rigorous and even very incomplete. The only valuable information is that this thing will react in some way with the "tumor" in his body. The results obtained by "Rose Blood" and "Shadow Eye" are similar, but the data in it has subtle changes.

Turning on the monitoring mode of the phantom limbs on his body, Turing poured the bottle of "Rose Blood" potion into his mouth.
Chapter completed!