Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"I don't know, I thought it was some kind person who wanted to share his fruit?" Kraft picked up the plate and turned the blue and purple berries in front of Martin.

For people with average color vision, it is really difficult to distinguish between the two, which is equivalent to mixing a bunch of oranges into a bunch of oranges. There are differences in shape and color, but the difference is not big, and it is easy to pass under the nose.

Judging by the gloomy expression, the deep purple berries sandwiched between them couldn't possibly be blueberries or some of its edible relatives.

"We call them devil cherries." Martin picked out a few from the fruit pile and placed them on the table. He crushed them open with the bottom of the plate, revealing their completely different qualities from blueberries. The dark purple juice seeped into the rough wooden table, without the strange smell of some non-edible fruits.

If you are accustomed to eating a few pills or even a small handful, you will never be able to tell in time that a chewed pill in your mouth is a strange thing that has sneaked in.

"I thought you doctors would be more familiar with these things." Kraft was more familiar with Martin's movements than the berries. The so-called "messenger" put his hand on the hilt of the sword without leaving a trace, and observed the surroundings covertly, just like in daily chat. Natural relaxation.

As a colleague, Kraft read the meaning of his actions: there is danger, but he is not sure where it is, so he should try to pretend not to notice it for now.

"I'm not familiar with those herbal guys. Sounds like you know what it is?"

Kraft looked away and saw the same hesitation in Martin's eyes.

There were only seven sailors on duty on the deck, and a group of three or four were chatting happily. From time to time, they could hear some explicit jokes about the lower body that were not suitable for children of Yvonne's age, causing a burst of laughter.

This is not a ship of unknown origin. The captain has a good reputation in the industry and is considered a "friend of a friend" whom he met through William. There is no possibility of working as a merchant ship on a regular basis and occasionally participating in the illegal property transfer industry on the water.

"It can't be overcooked. This is simple. The most annoying thing is that it is boiled into tea. It will make people feel thirsty and drink more before they wake up. Soon they will no longer need to drink water." Martin whispered something that sounded quite conspiratorial, without concealing the disgust in his tone.

"Twitching, dilated pupils, loss of consciousness, and then fainting, as if the devil had taken away the soul. We found this thing in the kitchen. We added sugar and other condiments when stewing it. Together with the slightly bitter taste of the tea itself, who knows? Do you know what’s going on?”

After hearing "dilated pupils" and "thirst", Kraft finally realized what it was.

【Belladonna】

In a classic and timeless poisoning case, the patient will report that he "ate a few black wild fruits." It will be specifically mentioned because its pharmacology is similar to atropine. As a powerful anticholinergic substance, it inhibits the contraction of the pupillary circular muscle and the secretion of salivary glands, resulting in a series of symptoms.

The lethal dose is very small, and the extra belladonna berries in this plate are enough to send everyone on the deck away.

It is no longer possible for ordinary people to be so heartbroken and crazy. Kraft really couldn't think of anyone who wanted to kill him as a doctor. It couldn't be a doctor-patient dispute, right?

During this period of time, there was no such thing as a failure to perform surgery. Coupled with the traditional concept of "it's not the doctor's business once you leave the house", Kraft had to personally educate patients on postoperative precautions.

Either that or someone related to Black Liquid has come to visit. It doesn't feel possible. He's using poisonous berries to kill him now. The reflex arc would be too long. But other than that, he has never had any conflicts with others, and there is no conflict of interest.

"Do you have any clues?" Since it's not me, it can only be Martin. From what he said, it seems that he has dealt with this kind of thing more than once.

"Not yet." Martin swept away those "devil cherries", picked out a handful of normal blueberries, held it in his hand and walked towards the sailors who were chatting in the distance, "Guys, would you like some blueberries?"

He happened to feel thirsty after chatting in the sun for a long time, and the sailors happily took the berries that had just been mixed with the deadly poison from his hands.

Except for Kraft, no one noticed that Martin had been observing everyone's reactions since they turned around. His folded fingers blocked the light, so that people could only see that he was holding berries, and the color was indistinguishable.

Without hesitation, these blueberries were stuffed directly into his mouth, and Martin frowned slightly. No one showed even a little hesitation or any sign of picking during the process of taking them to the entrance.

It's not surprising, considering the sailor's short shirt, it would be too unrealistic to hide a handful of berries and leave the topic to add to the fruit plate in front of everyone.

"Everyone, has anyone else been on deck?" Kraft asked.

"have no idea."

"It seems there is, but I haven't noticed it."

The sailors shook their heads and said they had not noticed. Their attention was completely absorbed by the chatter. This was not the sea. If they accidentally fell into the water, they could jump in to save them. Who would care about this?

The two gave up on getting information from the sailor and picked up the fruit plate and returned below the deck. Craft stopped Martin from throwing the fruit into the water.

"Keep it, I might be able to use this thing."

Natural atropine, with some hyoscyamine, is one of the few available drugs that can be found now. It can be used in many places by reducing the dosage. It is an antispasmodic drug like the 6542 in the famous hospital 6542 joke, but the dosage is controlled in the herbal medicine. It's probably not easy.

Martin glanced at him with a look that said, "You're not a good guy after all." He acquiesced to his behavior.

The doctor didn't intend to explain more. He just gave a free explanation of where the acetylcholine M receptor is and the principle of competitive inhibition. "It would be a good idea to visit other passengers, what do you think?"

"certainly."

There were not many passengers on this ship, occupying several individual cabins. Captains offer a more expensive but more private option.

After disturbing a sleepover, rejecting two backgammon matches, and an invitation to lunch, the two of them came to a cabin that was still locked in broad daylight.

As for the owner of this cabin, the only memory I know is that he was a city resident who boarded the ship before the two dockings. From the books he brought with him when he boarded the ship, it can be seen that he has a good financial situation and is educated.

"Hello? Sorry to bother you, but it's really boring on the boat. Can you borrow a book? I'll pay for it." He randomly found an excuse and knocked on the door without high hopes.

It seems that the residents have not yet woken up and are wasting away the afternoon in their sleep. After a while, the slight squeaking sound of a wooden shaft rotating sounded in the room.

It was somewhere far away from the door. Kraft didn't remember the captain being generous enough to equip the cabin with cupboards.

An arm stretched out and pushed him away from the door. Martin covered his mouth and made a silencing gesture, and took two steps back to leave a gap.

【Porthole】

"It's such a pity, then I'll come back next time..." While continuing to cover up the noise, Kraft took the initiative to step back and draw his sword, while Martin kicked off the wall and ran towards the door with his eyes closed.

Objects were swept away in a panic, and heavy objects were placed on the tabletop placed in front of the porthole to ensure daylight.

His shoulder hit the door panel hard, and the seemingly undefended hatch shook precariously, but it actually blocked the impact.

"He changed the door bolt!" Martin stepped back again, and rushed out with more force regardless of the pain. Looking at the posture, he believed that Kraft, his father-killing enemy, was inside.

The door latch was torn off from where it was nailed in. He made up for it, kicked down the door panel and rushed into the cabin.

The sound of water splashing came from the porthole window, and several pieces of clothes that had been taken off were thrown around. The owner of the house had already fled, showing good water skills, and swam towards the distant shore.

The neat, decent and serious clothes of the two people present made them unable to swim with their target for a while. Kraft, who had never experienced a chase on the water, was confused. The low temperature in the North was never suitable for exercising in the water.

"Can you swim?"

"No!" Martin opened his robe angrily. Just when Kraft was about to persuade him that he couldn't catch up even if he took off his clothes now, a small and well-hidden piece of machinery was revealed.

Small crossbow.

The powerful and dexterous hands completed the process of taking off, winding, and aiming in two breaths. The machine gun bounced up, and a small crossbow arrow with a barbed arrow was shot out, then cocked, and shot at the murderer in the water who thought he had escaped.

Even if the accuracy and strength are greatly affected after miniaturization, it is more than enough to deal with an unarmored target that has just swam more than ten meters.

After missing one shot, the archer adjusted his breathing and accurately pierced the remaining two crossbow arrows into the figure in the white water. Kraft's good eyesight could see that the figure's posture was unbalanced, and a wisp of red melted into the dying figure. water waves.

"Someone fell into the water! Three silver coins, fish him out!" Martin stuck his head out of the porthole, shouted to the sailors on the deck, and took aim again.