Night, laboratory, main laboratory.

On a small square table, there was a candlestick for lighting, and a large amount of food was placed around it. On one side of the small square table was a chair with a person in the chair, cutting food with cutlery in hand, apparently a dinner was underway.

As the only participant in the dinner, Gutas had a lot of doubts in his heart at this time.

First of all, there is some confusion in his memory.

He remembered the painstaking untie of the rope and set him free. But what happened later seemed to suggest that he was only asleep - because when Richard returned to wake him up, he found himself still sturdy and tied to the ground.

Could it be that he was thinking too much? Could it be that he didn't escape at all, and the memory of escape was just a dream when he was sleeping?

Thinking of this, Gutas put down the cutlery in his hand and rubbed his face slightly. For some reason, he always felt that his whole face was a little swollen, and his eyes couldn't be opened, as if he had been beaten.

Of course, this was only a small matter, and what made him even more puzzled was the situation in front of him - he was obviously just a prisoner who had been captured, and Richard, who had captured him, brought him a lot of food for him to eat.

Why is that?

Was Richard out of some kind of gratitude, or was it a reward for his previous candor? But what he had told Richard before was clearly false.

So why exactly?

Could it be that for some reason, Richard was afraid of him and was ready to please him first and then let him go?

It doesn't make sense.

Gutas was puzzled and puzzled, but that didn't stop him from eating.

At this time, his whole body was tied to a chair, but he had one hand that could move within a certain range.

Cut off one of the fat and juicy thighs of the marinated chicken with utensils, grab it and bring it to your mouth. As soon as his neck turned and he tore it hard, he bit off a big mouthful of meat, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it with a "coo-dong". After a short time, he ate the chicken thighs cleanly, chewed the bones with a few "clicks", and swallowed them in his stomach.

After eating the chicken thighs, I picked up the bread again and inserted it into the broth bowl. Let the bread soak a little soft, bring it to his mouth, open his mouth to bite, and swallow it quickly - he is really hungry.

Soon, Gutas was half-full, and while continuing to eat, he looked at Richard who was sitting next to him, blinked his eyes, and hummed: "Boy, you'd better let me go!"

"Huh?" Richard asked, looking at Gutas, "why?"

"Because ......," Gutas swallowed the fragrant steak with a "goo-dong", and it took a long time to find the threatening words, and said coldly, "Because ...... If you don't let me go, when I get out of here, I must make you look good. I'm telling you, I've killed a lot of people, a lot of people!"

"......" Richard looked at Gutas, did not speak, and was silent.

Gutas was also silent, scratching his head with his oil-stained hands, feeling that even he himself could not listen to the reason for this threat: what kind of threat is this? There is no real retaliation at all!

Somewhat depressed, he tore off one of the wings of the smoked duck, Gutas ate it slowly, and after a long time, he finally thought of the right words, looked at Richard and said: "If you don't let me go, when my friends know that I am here with you, they will definitely rescue me, and I want you to look good when the time comes." ”

"So......" Richard looked at Gutas, "and the underlying meaning of your words is that your friends don't even know you're here, do they?" so it means that you didn't reveal your plans to anyone before you came to me, for some reason, and now no one knows your whereabouts. In that case, what am I afraid of?"

"I ......" Gutas was speechless again, and wanted to slap himself: I owe it!

Extremely depressed, he ate the smoked duck wings, and Gutas picked up the fried egg and ate it.

Having eaten a whole fried egg, Gutas recognized the situation he was in, looked at Richard, and decided to give in. His lips opened and closed, and his voice was still a little cold, but his tone softened a lot: "Boy, well, I admit it, I shouldn't have come to you to steal things." But I'm just stealing, and I haven't succeeded yet, and I haven't offended you by anything, so you might as well let me go. ”

"I'm afraid it won't work. ”

"Why?"

"You said before that you've killed people, you've killed a lot of people. ”

"It's not you who killed, it's not your relatives, and besides, those people are dead, what does it have to do with you?!"

"yes, it's okay with me. But if I don't let you go, what does it have to do with you?"

"I ......"

Gutas gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and kept his composure: "Even so, if you don't let me go, it's useless to you, right? Tie me up here, not only do you have to look at me with fear, but you also have to give me food and drink." I'm not going to give you much value, but I'm wasting your money, it's not worth it...... Let me go. ”

"No, no, no. Richard shook his head, looked at Gutas and said, "You underestimate yourself, your value is actually much greater than you think." ”

"Huh?" Gutas wondered, "what is it worth?"

Richard didn't answer immediately, but asked Gutas, "Seeing that you say so much, are you full?"

"Forehead......" Gutas felt that there might be a trap in this sentence and didn't know how to answer it.

Richard nodded: "Well, it seems that we are full, so we can do some research." I bring these foods not just for you to eat, but to test a series of data for you - starting with eating and digesting, and gradually testing your state, body values, basal metabolic rate, etc. Next, I'm going to draw some blood for you, well, just some blood, don't be nervous. ”

As he spoke, Richard walked over to the cabinet next to him, pulled open a drawer, and pulled out a black wooden box. The wooden box was opened, and inside was a syringe.

Although, the theory of syringes was proposed by the Italian Catinel at the end of the Middle Ages on modern earth. But it was not until 1657, in the 17th century, that the first human trials were carried out in the British. Then in the 19th century, in 1853, the Frenchman Pravoz made a silver syringe with a capacity of only 1 ml, which was a real invention success.

Therefore, in the current wizarding world, which resembles the Middle Ages, there is no such thing as a syringe, and the syringe in the box is made by Richard according to the technology of modern earth.

Due to the lack of many raw materials, the syringes made by Richard were somewhat rough and bulky:

The main body is not plastic, but glass, which makes it easy to see the liquid inside, but it is fragile. And because of the increased weight, it creates some operational difficulties. In addition, the large needle is very prominent. Because of the current problem of craftsmanship in the world, the needle is a bit exaggerated, and it is more like a murderous awl than a needle.

Richard was thinking that maybe he could make a more elaborate set of tools to use himself, with the help of the Spatial Iron Ring and all other methods. However, it will take some time, and it is too late now, so I can only make do with a relatively rudimentary syringe.

Thinking so, Richard held the syringe in his hand and walked towards Gutas, whose eyes widened little by little.