The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

"Actually, there is another patient here besides me. After all, the Hill of Silence will reveal the darkness in the hearts of all who step into it."

"Yes. That patient watched my entire recollection and even tried to kill me with the sword I gave him..."

Why don't you guess who she is?

Looking at Fran, who was so close, Haida pursed her lips, her grey-chestnut eyes inexplicably evasive.

...

With the disappearance of the decaying crown, lysozyme lost its terrifying activity and almost directional mutation ability... but as a plague, it did not simply disappear completely.

Originally, patients infected to the terminal stage were used as sacrificial offerings awaiting conscription, and therefore did not exhibit any aggressiveness other than bacteriolytic transmission. Lu

And now... these terminally ill patients will begin to breed evil offspring. (鳩)

After all, the essence of an evil offspring is a sacrifice that is no longer needed, and the dregs that have been completely consumed.

But for the hunters at Funeral Court, this might not be such a bad thing.

Most of them had been driven nearly mad by the invisible and intangible plague, and when these previously intangible things suddenly had evil offspring as their vessels... the remaining work simply returned to the hunters' most familiar old profession.

—Kill all the filth hiding in the shadows. —Liu

Yaheng strolled through a spacious mansion, his steps heavy and steady, without making a sound. His eyes were hidden in the shadow of his triangular hat brim, making them difficult to see clearly.

"Sir, this is a private residence! You cannot enter without an invitation!"

"If you wish to see the master, please wait a moment while I go and consult him..."

A servant-like man was startled when he saw the hunter walking straight through the corridor and immediately went to stop him.

"boom!"

Seeing the servant approach, Aheng swiftly raised his hand and fired a shot into his left shoulder. The steel-core bullet tore his shoulder blade apart in an instant.

In the midst of the excruciating pain, the ceremonial knife he had hidden behind his back fell to the ground.

"Ah..." The servant knelt on the ground, tears and saliva streaming down his face.

"You, cough, do you, the Hunter, intend to break the commandments and harm ordinary civilians? You..."

Although the pain contorted his face, the guy seemed to still be sane.

Yaheng frowned slightly, raised the scythe of the Executioner's Throne, and with a horizontal slash, severed his head.

What gushed from the servant's carotid artery was not blood, but a molten lava of mixed colors. The only difference between him and the evil heir was that he still possessed a body that had not yet decayed.

The reason Yaheng didn't kill him upon meeting him was actually to keep him alive for interrogation... but it wasn't absolutely necessary to keep him alive.

If he were to provoke us, it wouldn't make much difference if it were anyone else.

……

Deep within the mansion, in a secluded cubicle of the master bedroom.

The alchemist Commons Lois shook the triangular reagent bottle in his hand, watching the algae-like life forms in the solution spread continuously, his eyes filled with fascination.

The Lois family, to which Commens belonged, was a newly emerging noble family affiliated with the White Cup Order.

Therefore, he was able to study in the Department of Biology at Norlington Central College in his early years, majoring in paleontology and genetics.

Although he loved his major, he always felt it wasn't enough, as if something was missing...

By chance, Commons came into contact with alchemy during an academic lecture by the Suncasting Order.

Although the craftsman only explained the basic theory, it still opened the door to a new world for him. After that, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the study of the Sunforging alchemy system…

The result, however, greatly disappointed him.

The craftsmen of the Sunsmiths actually wanted to replace the beautiful human body with sophisticated machinery and synthetic materials? What a blasphemy... Just imagining such disgusting cobbled-together things made him want to vomit.

What Commons wanted was bio-alchemy applicable to pure life.

To this end, he did not hesitate to seek out forbidden documents, to circumvent heretical teachings, and eventually even became a member of one of them.

Later, he received funding from a high priest for a sample of "lysozyme".

Lysozymes are an inexhaustible source of bio-alchemy materials, exhibiting infectivity and corrosiveness when they come into contact with any flesh and blood.

While using it as a medium for alchemy can lead to the rapid death of experimental subjects, it can also often produce surprising discoveries.

After preparing the lysate and completing the alchemical code, Commons finally turned his attention to the experimental subjects in the caged chamber. Most of them were children around seven or eight years old, ragged and filled with terror.

"...Do not be afraid. Children, the knowledge you generate will become my 'ladder' to perfect truth."

"Today's research begins with 'interbreeding.' I've recently ordered a new batch of the finest hunting dogs. Hey... feel honored, they're worth far more than you."

"I really can't wait to see how magnificent a chimera made from human material would be... I hope there will be a successful one today..."

At this moment, Fran and Haida were crouching in the shadows in the corner of the secret room.

She clutched her brass pocket watch, minimizing her and the nun's presence as much as possible. Under the influence of the mental disturbance, the two in the corner were like two mushrooms, completely inconspicuous.

Commons, of course, did not notice either.

Fran listened to the man's self-absorbed mutterings, and couldn't help but squint, his expression turning somewhat strange.

Does the graduate student who practices physical alchemy have some kind of obsession with this kind of synthesis...?

Chapter 100 The Secret of Haida [The Hill of Silence (Part 2)]

"Lysolysis" carries a mystical nature of infection and metamorphosis.

When used as a material for nurturing spiritual energy, it can disrupt highly stable alchemical processes, leading the originally predetermined results into unpredictable unknowns.

However, because the crown itself carries a distorted malice, the final product is generally more deformed, more bizarre, and more out of control.

"Fresh meat that can still pulsate, stale meat that has completely stopped moving, rotten meat that has dissolved into mud..."

Commons filled the lead alchemy apparatus in the room with thin slices of meat one by one, and continued to add other materials.

There was no sound or light, only an ever-growing stench of decay spreading. Fran, in the corner, instinctively covered her mouth and nose; oh… she even covered Heida's nose beside her as well.

After all, the hunters' sense of smell is more sensitive than one's own... so it's still necessary to protect them.

After completing the last set of materials, Commons took out a negative pressure tube filled with blood and dripped his own blood, along with the lysed bacteria, into the alchemy process.

The lysozyme seemed to come alive, devouring the blood before frantically searching for any remaining food within the alchemical process. Soon, a dark green liquid formed in the depressions on the ground.

"The first group of experiments begins."

Full of excitement, Commons led out a hunting dog and then picked out a thin boy from the cage.

"Woo——"

The hound let out a terrified whimper, and the boy struggled violently. A strong will to survive broke through his numbness, and he took off running, almost reaching the door.

The boy had noticed that the key to this secret room was the white falcon statue by the door.

Driven by the imminent threat of death, he even memorized the sequence of twists: four clockwise, one counter-clockwise, for a total of five...

Just as the boy was about to reach the statue, he suddenly found that the surrounding scenery had abruptly changed. For some reason, he had walked directly next to Commons... while the mechanism and the secret door were clearly in another direction.

"Children, do you know why I didn't leave any chains on you?"

"All this effort is precisely to give you hope..."

He chuckled softly, pulled up a black iron rod, and pierced the boy's palm, pinning his hands together.

Heart-wrenching screams immediately echoed throughout the secret chamber.

Neither Sanfulan nor Haida offered any assistance.

After all, this place is just a memory. No matter how vivid the people were, they are just shadows of the past, and it is meaningless to change their already predetermined fate here.

The process of biological fusion is cruel and twisted. At first, the boy could still scream, but in the end, even his vocal organs were completely deformed.

Soon, a "chimera" was born, a combination of a human and a hunting dog.

The area where flesh and blood met was rough and rudimentary, and a severe rejection reaction was occurring, with swollen red rashes covering almost the entire body of the experimental subject.

Fran couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly as he watched.

As a doctor deeply influenced by modern science, she simply couldn't tolerate Commons's incredibly sloppy experimental approach. From equipment and materials to the experimental site, nothing met the standards…

Although Fran had little interest in this alchemy program that was likely to only create garbage, if she were to do it, she could at least increase the reuse rate of materials by dozens of times.

"A failed product. Tsk, let's get rid of it."

Commons sighed softly, activating the already active lysin in the alchemical process to devour the swollen synthetic life form completely.

"The proportion of lysed bacteria in the alchemical process was a bit low, which meant the bacterial spores couldn't suppress the rejection reaction. The fusion of organs and foreign flesh wasn't quite right either; it looked like a patchwork..."

As he spoke, he scribbled notes in a book beside him. The handwriting was like an earthworm's serpent, making it difficult for an ordinary person to glean any information from it.

After doing all this, Commons turned his gaze back to the cage, his voice now tinged with a hint of gloom.

"next."

As he pulled up the hand of one of the children in the iron cage, preparing to drag him out, another still-childish hand grabbed his wrist.

"Ok?"

Commens turned to the girl who was holding her wrist with displeasure.

"What's wrong? Is there something you need?"

"...Let me use this as alchemical material first."

The girl's voice trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing some emotion.

The gloom on Commons' face vanished very quickly, replaced by a look of joy.

"Oh? A spirit of dedication, or is there another plan... That's quite interesting. Compared to others who are too scared to speak, your 'quality' is far superior."

"I'm almost reluctant to just use you up like this."

As he spoke, he punched the girl hard in the stomach, forcing her to kneel on the ground and enter a semi-conscious state where she could not move.

Ling said, "It's decided."

"I'll be using you last. Until then, enjoy this experiment with me. This special guest seat is something most people would kill for... Do you like it?"

Commons chuckled in a low voice, then grabbed another test subject who was nearly incontinent with fright and began bio-alchemy again.

Amidst piercing screams, one experimental subject after another was consumed, and one deformed, swollen "chimera" after another was made and then destroyed.

Soon, the alchemist's research notes were filled with dozens of pages.

When Commons turned back to look for new material, he found that only one person remained in the iron cage, the girl who had just been knocked down.

"Have we run out of them?"

"Oh, happy times are always so short. It's been so long since anyone has been there for me like you... I really miss it."

He grinned, revealing an almost ferocious smile.

"Let's use you to conclude today's experiment."

Fran, standing to the side, pursed his lips, somewhat speechless.

This crude experimental design is the kind of thing that would lower your alchemy level if you looked at it a few more times... Alchemy itself is the art of pursuing the transformation of matter, but he made it look like a cult ritual.

Haida showed no intention of making a move. This was not surprising, since all of this was merely a remnant of the past.

Surprisingly, there wasn't even anger in her eyes. Only a complex and calm expression, as if she already knew everything that was to come.

Hey, she really knows... because this is where her memories are.

Commons pulled up the girl, who seemed to have collapsed, and carefully examined her unfocused gray-chestnut eyes.

"Cheer up, girl."

"You're one of the lucky ones who survived to the end, isn't that something to be happy about? It's not time to despair yet. I don't want that numb and empty feeling; I want to see you at your most vibrant..."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw the girl's lips move, as if she was murmuring something softly.

This piqued Comens' interest, and he slowly leaned closer to the girl, hoping to eavesdrop on her.

"Ho..."

Just then, the girl, who seemed to have lost all hope, suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on the carotid artery of the person in front of her!

Unlike playful, light bites, this was a tearing motion driven by a determination to die.

With their canines and molars locked tightly around the opponent's neck, they tear flesh apart with maximum force, like predators in a battle. Examples include wolves, leopards, or hyenas…

Even the most naked and unarmed person possesses an innate final weapon... their teeth.