As time passed by, Karen's attention was completely focused on these files, and every flash of data was like a fortune rune, deeply imprinted in his mind.
He didn't want to understand the meaning of these magic comprehensions. Of course, as a magic layman, he couldn't possibly know the meaning of these data. To fully understand it, he must have decades of attainments in alchemy.
He only has one thing now, which is to completely print the stroke order of these data in his mind. No matter what the madhouse transforms them into, the writing method will not change.
The house was quiet, and the corridor was also abnormally quiet. Karen was like an obsessed child, trying her best to remember this treasure house.
When the light of the setting sun was looking at the door of the nurse's station through the window, Karen barely finished memorizing these atlases. At this moment, special symbols echoed in his mind. This is not over yet. He must visualize these data, Only after the real visualization is completed, can it be regarded as imprinted in the mind.
Hongfaer told him that if he wants to visualize an object completely, he must slowly complete it from point to line, and there is no skill at all in visualizing objects.
Karen used to have the experience of using skeletons to visualize undead buildings, so he was able to grasp these words naturally. As strange words appeared in his mind, they were confirmed and enriched, and his heart became more and more excited.
Da da da!
Suddenly, there was a steady sound of footsteps in the quiet corridor, which instantly awakened Karen from the state of visualization.
"Oops!"
It’s not good to scream secretly, only Rui Ning can do this kind of rhythmic footsteps. Hearing the sound getting closer, Karen knew that it was impossible to leave at this time. When he looked up, the reflection of the setting sun had appeared at the door. Suddenly, he rolled over and got directly under the office desk.
The slender legs swayed back and forth, the black hollowed-out female long skirt was put on the hanger, the bright red high heels fell off, and they were carefully put into the shoe box, and the canvas shoes were taken out, then the corners of the long skirt drooped, and the slender legs walked to the file Next to the cabinet, there was the sound of paper and brushes colliding.
Every movement stimulated Karen's nerves, for fear that Rui Ning's head would be lowered for a moment.
"Collection...Collection..."
Male Rui Ning's duck-like scream spread across the madhouse in an instant, and his slender legs rushed out quickly, and there was a sound of panicked footsteps in the corridor, which was a sign of assembly.
Through the crack of the door, Karen could see figures gathering in the hall. At this moment, when they didn't run over, they turned over, bent over and directly inserted into the crowd.
At this moment, Karen felt relieved, and now he only needs to follow the normal steps to answer Rui Ning's question.
Rui Ning was in a very bad mood, which was normal, this woman would lose her temper every night, and this was the time when she was most irrational.
Firstly, he hated the chaotic pace of patients coming out of the ward, and secondly, he seemed to be stimulated at this time of day.
"Kambul!"
"arrive!"
"Wennie!"
"arrive!"
"Karen? Kurosawa!"
"arrive"
Everyone's voice was louder than ever, wishing to pierce the roof of the lunatic asylum, Karen was no exception, he didn't want to cause Ruining's dissatisfaction because of his dissatisfaction.
Obviously, some people were ignorant, and they didn't know it was because they didn't wake up, their voices were a bit draggy, and they were taken away by the slender nurse.
After punishing the patient, Rui Ning's mood improved, and he began to get people together to play games. This is a routine activity at night, but in Karen's view, it is just a group of fat pigs huddling around in the pigsty without toys. , without rules, what good game can there be.
However, Karen had to act stupid, put his head on the **** of the guy in front of him, and knock him over to prove he was recovering.
Everyone was sweating profusely, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and it was time to take pills again.
When it was Karen's turn to take the pills, he froze and looked straight at the fat nurse in front of him, his eyes full of surprises. list.
Name, age, time of admission, dose of medicine, and symptoms.
Karen doesn't care about these things. What he cares about is that there are everyone's autographs at the back of this list. He remembers that he also signed this list when he was admitted to the hospital.
Karen's heart suddenly became aroused, and she wished to get this list in her hand immediately, compare the notes with the signature and the information recorded in her mind, and find out the real master.
But in the end, he still suppressed his excitement, and the consequence of doing so was that he had to accept punishment.
"Karen? Heisawa, what are you thinking, is it because you are sick again?"
The fat nurse's inquiry brought Karen back to his senses in an instant. He took the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it several times, and hurriedly got into the queue.
Night, quiet night, Karen couldn't sleep, the data recorded during the day and the list kept appearing in his mind, like a fishbone stuck in his throat, it was extremely uncomfortable.
"Hello, Browning, are you asleep?"
It was Karen who took the initiative to ask, and tried to use the lowest voice, but it was still very loud in the room, and he was quite frightened, so he hurriedly turned his head to look, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw no response.
Such a question is very bold, and it is not allowed to speak at night.
The reply was calm, and there was no sound in the room. Karen was a little disappointed. Obviously the other party was asleep, so she could only turn around and stare blankly at the round moon outside.
He couldn't figure out why there was a moon here. If it was an independent space, there shouldn't be a moon. Now he kind of misses the wasteland. Staying here is more uncomfortable than being in prison. At least in the wasteland, you can be free. Visit the night market in the wasteland when you can't sleep.
"I don't know how Merlin is?" Karen was more worried about Merlin. He had never attended the morning meeting. When Karen saw him, he was always lying on the hospital bed. It was obvious that this master was trying his best to resist Rui Ning's rule.
Karen couldn't figure out why the gap was so big for the world's elites.
At this moment, I suddenly felt something appearing behind me. I touched the note, and looked at it under the moonlight: "What's the matter? Eat it after reading it."
Karen was overjoyed. Browning didn't sleep. He was obviously waiting for his reply, and he didn't care about anything else. He just put the note in his mouth, turned around and said in a low voice, "Who is looking at the garbage station? I want a list of medications."
There was another long silence, and it took a while before there was any movement behind him.
"I'll give it to you tomorrow night, after reading it, eat it!"
Karen pressed it directly into his mouth. He knew that getting such a reply was already the limit. He really couldn't sleep, and he was eagerly waiting for tomorrow to come soon.
He started the morning meeting with two dark circles under his eyes. He didn't sleep all night and made him sit and yawn. Luckily, Rui Ning didn't punish this state. However, the activities at night were not so easy. Because he was too sleepy, he directly became the target of several big men chaotically, and his whole body rolled from east to west like a rubber ball.
If Maria knew that she was in this situation, she didn't know what she would think. Who would have known that the majestic Lord of the Wasteland would actually play such a boring game every night.
It's a full moon again, anyway, there's no such thing as a waning moon here.
When Karen was lying on the bed ~www.mtlnovel.com~ felt that there was something under the bed, but when she took it out, it turned out to be a wrinkled list, and there was everyone's signature on the side of the list.
Even though I'm exhausted, I don't feel sleepy at all.
"By the way, this note belongs to Barbie Luo."
"Kasabi likes to put a hook in the last stroke, and this note should be him, who is best at magic power transmission."
"Dongze likes to hyphenate his handwriting. His is the most scribbled. He wrote the report on the hedge between light and dark magic power."
"This is Browning's. He is actually the chief designer of the magic furnace." Karen looked at the sleeping figure on the bed next to him. How could he not connect this fourteen-year-old young man with the chief designer of the magic furnace? At the same time, in his opinion, to become a chief designer requires at least fifty or sixty years of alchemy.
After all, an entire project must be fully understood in order to reach this level. More importantly, the chief designer is at the level of the world's elite in the field of alchemy.
"Sure enough, people can't be judged by their appearance."