"Reduce your vision? How to reduce it?" Zheng Qing said curiously.

Xiao Xiao obviously had a long time ago: "Since everyone had previously agreed that this 'M' was the first letter of a certain word, then we will first narrow our vision to the intersection of all clues, that is, the first university. We will filter out all laboratories with the initial letters of 'M' within the school, and the list of on-the-job and resigned professors..."

"Will the school give us such information?" Dylan looked suspicious.

Fatty Xin pinched his chin and thought to himself: "If the reason is sufficient, you can negotiate with Sanchao Sword or Danhage."

"Tsk, the school probably doesn't like your suggestion."

Zheng Qing thought of the subtle status quo between the First University and the Alliance, and reserved the "naive" of the Fat Wizard: "At the same time, even if the school agrees, the workload is not small... I have seen many laboratories without mentioning the faculty and the Institute of Applied Magic. For example, the series of laboratories established by Miscatonic University and First University all start with ‘M’... There are also laboratories funded by the Morgan family, Mendel, Mason, Mary, etc. Many old laboratories have ‘M’ in their names, and even Professor Monteria’s laboratory has an M.”

Xiao Xiao focused on dissecting the elf and was indifferent to Zheng Qing's nagging words in his ears. However, Fatty Xin noticed a contradiction between the fortune teller's suggestion and his previous attitude.

"According to the doctor's opinion, the suspicion of the wizard in the North District will be greatly reduced."

The fat wizard counted carefully with his fingers: "Whether it is the name Colma de Gini, the Gini Hut, the Guwu Street, and the North District Wizard, it has nothing to do with 'M'."

"It is you, not me, who thinks the crow is related to the wizard in the North District." Yusu's fortune teller finally raised his head and looked at the fat wizard seriously. At the same time, he gently knocked the tweezers in his hand: "Don't move!"

Zheng Qing was wearing silkworm-leather gloves on his hand and was lifting a ridge bone that had just been pulled out from the tray. He tried to pinch it, but just after he tried hard, Xiao Xiao knocked on his wrist.

He took a small breath of cold air in an exaggerated manner and blew his hands.

“The bones are pretty hard.”

The young public-funded student pulled off his gloves and touched his cold earlobes, reminding his companions: "Do you still remember the two-headed ogre on the trial field? Its bones look big and hard, but they are broken when pinched, and they are crisp and weak... I remember you said that it is because the mutation of the experimental subject is not mature and stable enough, right?"

Xiao Xiao nodded with a very small amplitude.

"But this one."

Zheng Qing pointed to the ridge bone that had just been thrown into the plate: "The elf's bone should have been crisp but not hard... I just used seven or eight points of force, and there was not even a crack on the bone. What does this mean?"

"It means that the variation of the experimental subject has been relatively mature or stable?" Fatty Xin concluded in a rhetorical tone.

Dylan put away the notepad in his hand, squatted down, and used tweezers to fiddle with another ridge, his tone full of doubt: "If it is really a mature experimental subject, why are they crazy?"

Xiao Xiao opened a piece of scorched skin very slowly and replied softly: "Maybe their madness is not out of control, but some kind of experimental state."

The other three remained silent.

Zheng Qing sighed, stood up, stretched his waist, and circled around the charred oak tree. After the carbonization, the crisp branches broke at his feet, making a hard and harsh crackling sound. There seemed to be a nest of a tree sperm or squirrel hidden in a cracked branch. The cracked branches emitted a faint smell of smoky sirloin rum. Zheng Qing guessed that the stored berries inside were probably roasted - mixed with the peat smell of the potion reagent coming from Xiao Xiao, giving people a drunken feeling.

"This is a preliminary investigation report. Sign up and send it back first."

Dylan handed over the notepad through the branch: "We don't have any guesses about this matter, but they just list various clues... and autopsy results."

Zheng Qing simply flipped through it.

This mutated Great Yarmouth elf corpse is similar to the corpse of the two-headed ogre he remembers. There are many sutures after surgery and traces of wound healing after healing magic.

But there are some special features.

For example, skin, under normal circumstances, the skin of the elf is as thin as silkworm skin, but the skin of the elf is covered with a white mesh structure. Dylan put a bracket behind this record, and wrote Xiao Xiao’s guess. He believed that this mesh structure was to strengthen the elf’s body structure and ensure that it would not crack all over the body after it became violent, resulting in great blood loss and death.

"Do you still remember that two-headed demon?"

Zheng Qing turned to the end and noticed a gap. He looked up at Dylan: "The ogre once devoured the flesh and soul of the warriors in the tribe to maintain its activity... So what about these elves? The doctor did not find any kind of debris in its stomach or can provide high-intensity energy."

"What do you think?" Dylan took back the note board, pulled out the quill pen, and made the record.

Zheng Qing grabbed his hair in annoyance.

"My first reaction was actually Dr. Duzem's Sage Stone. Those crows could not have caught Zhu Si just to play games with her." He sighed again, and a irritability arose in his heart: "But I also think that no one should be stupid enough to risk the possibility of offending a legendary wizard to do such stupid things..."

"The dark wizards don't have many normal brains." Dylan curled his lips, added Zheng Qing's guess at the end of the report, and handed over the note board again: "Sign up quickly... we haven't eaten dinner yet! If I had known, I should have brought all the fried fish and chips ordered by the fat man."

"I also think about the food the black wizard gives you, it's so deadly."

Zheng Qing shook his head and signed his name in a hurry. Before he could ignite the report, a blue flame suddenly jumped out of the void. In a moment, his neck grew, his head and wings turned into a green bird, and he chirped around Zheng Qing's head:

"News from the Three-Fork Sword London Branch: The aftermath handling team has arrived at the White Crow Bar and is waiting for the handover with the Yusin Hunting Team. Please complete the handover as soon as possible."

"It's so annoying, hand over again... to answer?" Zheng Qing's complaints came out as soon as he said, and suddenly opened his eyes wide and stayed in place.

Didn’t the aftermath team hand over to them with the White Crow?

Then who is waiting for now?

Similar to him.
Chapter completed!