Qin Zhibo, who had returned from purchasing supplies, had just entered the living room when he saw Belmod lying on the side of the coffee table. Behind her was a long and thick trail of blood.

But in comparison, what attracted Qin Zhibo's attention more was the telephone microphone hanging down to the ground, which seemed to have been dialed.

Is it a call to the boss of the organization?

Let the organization send someone to rescue her?

Qin Zhibo quickly put down everything on hand, walked to the phone in three steps and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hello!"

"Can you say that again!"

There was a roar on the other side of the phone, but at first glance, the roar with a childlike voice seemed a bit familiar.

Qin Zhibo's brain carefully identified it. Isn't this Conan's voice?

Could it be that the organization boss is Conan himself?

However, this idea only appeared in Qin Zhibo's mind for a moment and then disappeared. If things develop in this direction, it would be too out of line.

But why did Belmode call Conan?

Is she counting on Conan to save her?

Qin Zhibo glanced at Belmod's body and discovered a leg without feet.

To be precise, this is a leg with a broken foot, and the places where the flesh and blood are mixed look neat, like a section.

Only then did Qin Zhibo remember that he had chained one of Belmode's feet.

"!"

Qin Zhibo quickly hung up the microphone in his hand, returned to the supplies he bought, and took out the medical supplies.

First, he untied the coat tied to Belmod's calf, put on a professional tourniquet to tie the calf, and then wrapped some bandages to temporarily block the blood from the cut surface.

But this is only temporary. This is not a small wound. It cannot heal on its own and requires more professional treatment.

There are two treatment methods. One is to reattach the amputated limb. If the amputation time is not long, it should be OK.

The other is to just cut it off and suture it directly in the order of muscles, tendons, tendons, subcutaneous tissue, and skin.

Judging from the degree of dryness of the blood stains, the amputation time should not be long, and there is still the possibility of reconnection.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhibo quickly looked back at the blood stains on the ground.

From the living room to the dining room and then to the kitchen, the blood stains on the floor became clearer and clearer, fully revealing Belmod's movement trajectory.

When he came to the basement, Qin Zhibo saw the body parts left on the sofa at a glance.

In addition to the brightest pool of blood, there are also a jigsaw stained with blood, a mouse with its head turned off, and a shroud.

Time was so short that Qin Zhibo couldn't piece together anything from these clues.

He quickly picked up the severed foot, went to the kitchen above, and found an empty crisper.

Fortunately, Matsumoto Ryohei often collects some meat, and there are larger crisper boxes, which can just fit in.

Then he took out some ice cubes from the refrigerator and iced the severed limb to slow down its loss of activity.

After picking up the crisper, Qin Zhibo returned to the living room, only to find that Belmode's condition was declining sharply.

The sockets of her eyes were sunken, and except for the area around her eyes, the rest of her body was pale white, and her body temperature had dropped sharply.

This is a symptom of excessive blood loss. If this situation continues, it will be impossible for her to reach a hospital in the city.

Surgery has to be done here!

Qin Zhibo checked the medical supplies on hand and found various surgical instruments needed for suturing. They were originally intended to be used to suture the gunshot wound on his knee.

But now we can only treat the dead horse as a live doctor!

Although she is a bad guy, Qin Zhibo still needs her alive. Whether it is his main mission or destroying the black organization, Belmode is an indispensable role.

However, with Qin Zhibo's current level 2 medical technology, the only treatment method adopted is the most basic suturing and sectioning, and limb replacement surgery is impossible.

But once the skin, flesh and other tissues are sutured, it is completely impossible to reattach the severed limb.

Qin Zhibo thought for a moment and felt that it was more important to save his life, so he used the existing conditions to carry out first aid.

He turned on all the lights in the living room, but the lights were still not bright enough, so he could only carry Belmod to the kitchen and place him on the large cooking table.

The cooking table was turned into an operating table at this time. The advantage is that the lighting here is very bright. In order to prepare exquisite food, Matsumoto Ryohei deliberately made the place very bright.

Opening the surgical bag, Qin Zhibo quickly cleaned his hands, put on gloves, and prepared to start the operation.

There were originally a series of tedious disinfection procedures, but the situation was urgent and we couldn't take care of that much.

Facing the section of flesh and blood, Qin Zhibo took a deep breath and was about to start taking action when a calm voice came from the kitchen door.

"What era is it now, and you humans are still performing such backward surgeries?"

Qin Zhibo was startled and suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

There stood a gentle foreign man, wearing a suit and tie, holding a large leather suitcase in his hand.

The name above his head is Peter Evans, and he is a book salesman by profession.

Seeing this person, Qin Zhibo was startled for a moment, and then figured out the identity of this "person".

Mr. Clock!

"It's you!"

"Yes, forgive me for walking in without saying hello, buzz..."

Mr. Clock took off his hat and greeted him from afar.

Qin Zhibo ignored Mr. Clock's imitation of human etiquette and quickly asked: "What do you mean, do you have a way to deal with this kind of injury?"

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Clock's mouth. Although it was a bit stiff, you could tell that it was smiling.

"Our race has always worshiped technology. Medical and biological knowledge are of course also an important branch of technology, and we are very good at it."

Speaking of this, Qin Zhibo even noticed a hint of pride in his tone.

But no matter what, since Mr. Clock said it could be done, Qin Zhibo could only believe it. After all, even if he performed the suturing surgery himself, it would be quite stressful.

"Then you will cure her?" Qin Zhibo said.

But Mr. Clock shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Why do you do this?"

"Because she is the owner of the half of the Paneste fragment. Don't you want to find out the whereabouts of the fragment from her?"

Mr. Clock nodded, "Yes, I know, but there is no necessary connection between this and me saving her life."

Qin Zhibo was speechless at the alien's logic. Could it be that it didn't understand what he said?

"If you don't save her, how can you ask for clues..."

Before Qin Zhibo finished speaking, Mr. Clock opened his suitcase and took out a cylinder with a shiny metallic luster.

This metal cylinder is about 0.3 meters high and nearly 0.3 meters in diameter. Through the peach-shaped glass in the middle, you can see that it contains half a tank of light green solution.

Qin Zhibo asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Mr. Clock took out the remaining two long box-shaped instruments from the box and explained: "This is a brain storage tube, which can contain the only necessary organ for humans - the brain."

"As long as I put her brain in this tube, she will know all about my problems."

"So there is no need to repair non-brain damage...buzz..."

As he spoke, Mr. Clock began to play with the instruments in front of him, using leather tubes to connect the cylinder and the box, as well as sounding boards, vacuum tubes, etc.

Its technique was calm and unhurried, and it looked like it had done this many times.

In the perception of the alien race Mi-Go, the human body is weak and backward.

Its lifespan is extremely short. It cannot fly or travel through the harsh conditions of the cosmic ether. Without the aircraft and spacesuit, the physical body cannot survive even a second.

For a cosmic race that has witnessed life on planets of many dimensions, the human body has no value, but is instead a shackle to human potential.

Human beings will put forward many kinds of cosmic assumptions, but because the physical body cannot reach those places, everything can only be deduced on paper and imagined in the mind.

For example, if Hawking was given a normal human body, how much would his scientific achievements be improved?

For another example, if Hawking is given a powerful body that can freely travel through the universe, what height will his scientific exploration reach?

Therefore, in MI-Go's observations of humans, they always believe that the human brain is very creative. Most humans, like Mi-Go's race, advocate science and can always conceive and deduce things that no one has ever seen before, such as black holes.

However, the human body is too backward, and even leaving the solar system is a fantasy. This greatly limits the development of the human brain and the progress of its own technology.

It is for this reason that the MI-GO race invented this brain container for humans.

Its size is completely developed according to the human brain, and it is specially designed to accommodate the brains of smart people. They can go to various parts of the universe to witness wonders and wonders, ask them for their thoughts, obtain some scientific inspiration, and realize the scientific and technological progress of their own race.

Of course, many smart people who have fantasies about the universe are often willing to hand over their brains to Mi-Go to realize a cosmic journey at any time.

Therefore, in Mr. Clock's view, putting human brains into tubes is a perfectly normal behavior, just like going to a chicken farm to pack a box of chicken wing tips.

But with MI-Go's superb surgical technology, it can ensure that the "chicken wing tip" is alive and can be used for its own use.
To be continued...