Human dimension reduction

Two beasts danced a life-threatening dance in the narrow operating room. Qiao Zhou's scalpel met the blade between Vincent's fingers. Industrialized metal tools have unparalleled advantages in cutting the human body. Sparks The chop flashed above the blade, illuminating two pairs of equally fierce eyes from time to time.

The operating room, which is a battlefield, was filled with clanging storms, and the sound of blades colliding was endless like a torrential rain. The scalpels and blades quickly broke, and the replacements that were held by their owners were from The operating bed and the steel pipes and iron sheets dismantled from other places, the two men collided and bit each other, and their figures in the dark room were like devils having a carnival.

Qiao Zhou's killing skills all benefited from Vincent, who was copied by the puppet, so the two of them moved like twins, inheriting the light and elegant swordsmanship from the traditional Germanic nobles, and well inherited the Germanic people with many assassins Features, every move is hard to guard against.

And even if he copied Vincent's swordsmanship exactly, Qiao Zhou was slowly losing ground. He didn't have Vincent's level of proficiency, nor could he achieve a 100% perfect copy. His extraordinary talent and comprehension are working. If he continues to fight, Vincent will soon cut off his head.

The puppet tightly grasped the lace edge of Qiao Zhou's neckline, and poured out everything it knew about Vincent at the fastest speed, trying to add weight to Qiao Zhou—in any case, at least the most important He wanted to speak out about the incident - but its voice was quickly overwhelmed by the sound of metal impacts like a storm, Qiao Zhou's cheeks were as tight as ice, and he ordered it in a low voice: "Hide!"

The puppet instinctively obeyed his orders, slipped into his neckline, and hid itself tightly.

During the devil's face-to-face dance, Qiao Zhou stepped on the operating bed and spun out, colliding with Vincent again.

The black-haired, black-eyed male doctor stared at the face he was too familiar with through the steel pipe that acted as a long sword.

During the fierce fight, the neatly tied long silver-gray hair was a little messy, falling on Qiao Zhou's shoulders like moonlight, Vincent's eyes were burning with rage, and even his voice was hoarse due to extreme anger: " Coward...you dare not face me with your true colors?"

Qiao Zhou laughed, he couldn't avoid answering, that would make Vincent even more violent, it would be better...a bad thought popped into his mind, Qiao Zhou deliberately asked softly: "It really disappoints me, dear Vincent Te, don't you recognize me? You are the only one in this world who shouldn't accuse me like this. "

A trace of astonishment flashed in Vincent's eyes, and Qiao Zhou struck while the iron was hot: "In this world, I am you, and you are me. We have the same appearance and the same past. How can you say such harsh words to me?"

The puppet hiding in Qiao Zhou's clothes:? ? ?

What nonsense is this human being talking about?

Vincent was also shocked by Qiao Zhou's shocking speech, and his angry expression was interrupted for a moment: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Qiao Zhou smiled at him, using the face that belonged to Vincent: "Don't you believe such obvious evidence? We share the same face and the same swordsmanship. You gave birth to me and denied my existence. It's really sad."

Vincent sneered: "Smart words, when will I make you born?"

"When you were in the most pain," Qiao Zhou said without hesitation, "you cursed fate and humanity with the most vicious words, you longed to take revenge on those people, and you were even willing to hold the rotten and festering hands of the devil and be led by him. To the brimstone-burning hell, for the power of vengeance—"

Following his words, Vincent's expression became ferocious for a moment: "Shut up!"

"—so here I am."

The soothing and dignified voice sounded together with his scolding.

While they were talking, they still didn't stop stabbing each other's hands. Until this moment, Vincent suddenly took a step back and looked at Qiao Zhou across the operating bed.

His eyes were terribly cold, looking at Qiao Zhou's body, like a knife cutting through the skin inch by inch, to see exactly what was inside.

"You came for me, but you want to kill me?"

Vincent asked coldly.

Qiao Zhou pursed his lips and smiled shyly at him, still calm and gentle: "You are in pain, but death can give you eternal peace."

puppet:? ? ?

Listen, listen to this, is it acceptable to normal people!

…What a coincidence, Vincent is really not a normal person.

This distorted answer made him slightly relieved, as if he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the principle of "I love you and I will kill you".

"Then why weren't you there before?"

Qiao Zhou asked back, "How do you know I'm not here?"

He said nonsense: "I called you but you turned a deaf ear, I held your hand but you didn't feel it, I stood in front of you but you couldn't see me..."

Compassion clearly appeared in cornflower blue eyes: "Has death blinded your heart, my Vincent?"

The Huaxia doctor who was facing him shrank his pupils, and the soul that died a long time ago finally woke up from the ignorant dream, and cast a glance at reality: "...what did you see?"

Qiao Zhou's brain has never turned so fast. He realizes that this problem is very important. Now that he cannot defeat Vincent by force, he can only find a way to dig out Vincent's past and achieve a perfect copy to match Vincent. And this inexplicable question obviously determines whether Vincent can believe the nonsense he made up on the spur of the moment.

It was hard enough to deceive people, but it was even more difficult to deceive a smart lunatic, especially if Qiao Zhou had to trick this smart lunatic into believing that he was schizophrenic—or that he was favored by the devil. No matter how he heard it, it was very unlikely.

There was no turning back when he opened the bow. Under Vincent's gaze, Qiao Zhou smashed and reorganized everything related to Vincent in "Building No. [-]" and the story told by the puppet. His thoughts jumped wildly, but his expression was calm and peaceful. He asked back, "What I see is exactly what you see. What are you asking?"

Vincent looked at him and asked abruptly, "So you died with me too?"

Qiao Zhou was determined to take a gamble, so he brought up an even crazier topic, stirring up waves with an opera-like tone: "Not to die—not to die! Vincent—"

The silver-gray long-haired young man lamented, with a tactful tone, using the gentlest voice to recall the bloody past: "We have been eaten, Vincent."

He took off the glove on his left hand, and it was not the hand of a noble young man with well-proportioned flesh and bones, but a section of white bones, even in a dark room, the white bones glowing with luster could be seen clearly .

—We've been eaten, Vincent.

This voice, like the whisper of a devil, suddenly pushed open the door of Vincent's memory.

---------

That war broke the aristocratic supremacy system that lasted for hundreds of years. Many nobles died on the battlefield as commanders, and many descendants of the nobles who survived lost almost all their wealth and had to intermarry with the middle class and businessmen. in order to obtain the enormous expenses required to maintain decency.

The Lorraine family has intermarried with the royal families of various countries for generations, so naturally it will not fall into this situation, but the war also made the noble children see more possibilities, and more and more "rebels" were produced. Vincent, as Lorraine The Duke's second son was not qualified to inherit the title, and he had no intention of competing with his elder brother for these honors, so he simply made a decision by taking advantage of this war that caused huge class turmoil.

Master Vincent, who was supposed to marry the eldest daughter of Grand Duke Visa, announced in public that he would leave the Lorraine family because he wanted to "dedicate his life to the great cause of saving human life", but this goal was opposed by all family members. It is agreed that with Vincent's talent, he can be a pianist, a university professor, or even an artist, instead of "hanging around with unknown civilians in the dirty bloody cloth and smelly potion".

This incident caused an uproar in the upper class. The Duchess of Lorraine was so angry that she had a headache, and the young master, who was favored by the family, had secretly followed his mentor to other provinces to practice medicine.

——The mother has always loved him, and the father always has nothing to do with him. As long as they go back after a while, they will only worry about whether he is doing well outside, and will not care about his willfulness.

Vincent, who is used to dancing on the bottom line of his family, knows how to deal with his parents, so he runs without any worries. Although he has just graduated from university, he is already a well-known young genius in the medical field. His mentor cherishes this student like a parent. , and gave him an easy task.

"Vincent, according to some people, there seems to be an epidemic in the countryside in the south. This is your specialty. You can check the situation and protect yourself."

The 23-year-old young man carried his luggage, took the iron train from the bustling northern city, and then hired a horse-drawn carriage. On a beautiful sunset evening, he came to the sparsely populated village.

Three Trees Village.

He read this simple and lovely name again, and couldn't help laughing.

When Vincent arrived here, the disease in the village was already very serious. This backward small village was still stuck in the last century, and its thoughts were also ignorant and dim. Vincent not only tried to save people, but also spent a lot of time to appease the desperate villagers to prevent them from throwing newly sick people into the fire and burning them to death.

There was a young child in the family he was staying with who was particularly eager to learn. Vincent didn’t have the fault of being a good teacher, but among the dull villagers around him, this child stood out, which made Vincent subconsciously prefer him. Thinking about whether he can take Allen out to receive a better education, it is not difficult for him to sponsor a child to go to school.

However, he soon had no time to think about Alan's future. The disease in the village was only under control, and there was still a long way to go before it could be cured. In order to appease the villagers, Vincent could only assure them that he would After curing them, the villagers could barely feel at ease.

It can be said that Vincent is worthy of being a medical genius. He actually figured out the approximate drug formula by himself, and got good feedback in simple experiments.

"I succeeded!" He excitedly announced to his little friend, "I have developed a medicine for the disease!"

Allen sat on the simple wooden bed with the puppet Vincent gave him on his knees, his round eyes widened in surprise: "Really? Then everyone will be saved?"

"Yes, it's just..." Vincent hesitated for a while, and felt that he had nothing to hide, so he said relaxedly, "But the conditions here are not enough for me to synthesize drugs. I have to borrow the experimental equipment from Heidelberg University and find a few more. A medical student will help me, and I will set off at dawn tomorrow."

The joy on Allen's face disappeared suddenly, and his voice became high-pitched: "Are you leaving?"

Vincent nodded and assured him: "I'll be back soon."

"Mr. Vincent—what are you talking about?"

A rough and thick voice sounded at the door, and Vincent looked up, only to realize that Alan's father was standing there at some point.

The middle-aged farmer had a typical Germanic man's thick body and powerful limbs. His thick neck was covered by a beard, and his small eyes were pressed under his high browbones. He spoke in a strange tone.

"You... you want to leave?"

Vincent was a little dazed: "Uh... yes, I'm going to Heidelberg University to borrow equipment and manpower—"

He couldn't finish his sentence, because the simple and honest peasant at the door roared in a growling voice: "He's going to run away!—he's—to—go—to—!"

The roar that exhausted all his strength exploded like a huge thunder in the silent village at night. Before Vincent could react, the brilliant torches suddenly lit up the night, and the villagers gathered in just a few minutes holding the torches. In front of this cottage.

The silent crowd stood like a silent forest of steles, covered in shadow by the light of the torches. Vincent looked at them in astonishment. Among these people were young girls who often came to peek at him, and some men who were eager to carry things for him. There was a woman delivering food for him, all of them were expressionless and faced him with familiar faces.

Even though it was a dark night of deep sleep, they were all neatly dressed and moving quickly, as if... as if they had been waiting for this moment.

Looking at the villagers gathered in front of the door, Vincent suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and an indescribable deep fear overwhelmed him.

"Mr. Vincent, you promised to cure us!" the young girl asked him.

"Have you abandoned us?" the woman asked sadly.

"Can't you save us?" the man asked heavily.

"...you can't go! You promised to cure us!" The voices of the crowd became louder and louder, and finally converged into a roaring river.

"He stayed with those dead people but didn't get sick, he must have a way!" someone shouted.

"I heard that as long as you eat such a person, you won't get this disease."

A thin voice came out from the crowd.

"...the act of harming another is unrighteous."

Someone whispered back.

"It's not hurt! God taught us to save ourselves! Just as we eat lambs to feed our hunger, God also saved lepers with blood!"

The boiling crowd suddenly fell into a dead silence, and an extremely weird atmosphere spread. People looked at each other with their eyes, and their expressions changed from angry to thoughtful. The silent flowing thoughts swelled in silence, and the surrounding Feeling hotter than before——

They are looking at each other and communicating secretly.

Vincent's scalp was numb, he couldn't believe what he heard, and subconsciously scolded: "It's ridiculous! I just took protective measures, and—"

Before he could finish his sentence, someone said softly, "Dr. Vincent promised to save us."

"Yes, he promised."

"He promised."

"He cannot go back on his word."

The whispers became louder and louder, and the wolf-like sharp eyes fixed on Vincent, roaring the distorted thoughts into truth: "He promised to save us!"

【Doctor, doctor, why are you not sick? 】

[Doctor, doctor, your medicine is very effective, thank you for the hospitality, thank you for the hospitality, we are cured. 】

[Doctor, doctor, you are such a kind and good doctor. 】

————— "The Book of Truth: Mad Doctor"