My Cell Prison
Chapter 1044 - Chapter 1044 Chapter 143 Peeking into Memories

Chapter 1044: Chapter 143: Peeking into Memories Chapter 1044: Chapter 143: Peeking into Memories Just as the doctor mentioned the issue with the brain slices.

The shrieks of the head nurse came from the analysis room not far away.

When Han Dong arrived immediately, he discovered that the head nurse’s right arm had twisted into a spiral… However, it did not show ‘infection symptoms’ and did not continue to spiral like the elderly.

The expression, thinking, and all physical signs were normal; it was simply a twist of the right arm.

“Indeed, is it targeted at Demons? The head nurse belongs to Fate creatures… The concept of a Demon crystal core doesn’t exist, and the substance causing spiralization cannot penetrate the core.”

Han Dong immediately stepped forward to steady the head nurse.

With a face full of terror, the head nurse pointed at the solution in the conical bottle, which was the specially treated and diluted brain slice solution:

“I accidentally got a drop on me, and my right hand became like this.

Luckily, the ‘Memory Dilution Fluid’ has been completed. By administering it to a Ghoul with intact brain functions, it can acquire part of the old man’s memories.”

“Ghouls won’t do, hand it to me.”

Seeing Han Dong take the solution, the Swollen Doctor who followed was shocked and promptly tried to stop him:

“Sir, are you going to drink it yourself?

This thing is too risky… Your Talent Tree and our Demon crystal cores are essentially of the same kind; if similar symptoms occur, it would be troublesome.”

“If a dilution made from the brain slices of an ordinary infected person could affect me, then I’m bound to die on this ‘London journey’.

An ordinary Ghoul certainly cannot bear it; such valuable clues cannot be wasted.

Let me do it.”

The reason Han Dong wanted to see the old man’s memories was because,

when he found the twisted elder in the guest room, he said something- “I have failed.”

This made Han Dong very curious about what had failed.

Han Dong suspected that the old man had taken part in some ritual or even approached the Whirlpool voluntarily, resulting in such a fate… The specific answer could only be sought from the memories.

The doctor scratched his head seriously and said, “Alright… I will constantly monitor your condition, sir.

I’ll also help you integrate the memory fragments to facilitate accessing the memories.

After all, I’ve never seen such a Whirlpool-shaped brain; there’s a high chance of failure in retrieving the memories.”

“Okay.”

“Then, sir, please lie down quickly.”

“Lie down, where?” Han Dong stared at the brain sitting atop the Ghoul Chair, not quite understanding the doctor’s meaning.

The swollen brain was concave at the center, forming a concavity that could accommodate Han Dong’s body, similar to the MRI machines commonly seen in movies.

Han Dong immediately lay down flat, and tentacles pulled him into the soft and warm concavity of the brain.

It’s quite comfortable, in fact–soft and warm.

Gurgle gurgle~ He swallowed the dilution fluid in one gulp.

During the swallowing process, he distinctly felt a certain spiral reaction in the throat and esophagus, which was quickly adapted by the Black Vortex Body; Han Dong’s body was perfectly normal.

After being digested in the small intestine, the essence in the dilution fluid flowed into the brain along the blood vessels.

The Swollen Doctor then connected dozens of synapses to the surface of Han Dong’s brain, aiding in the organization and construction of the memory fragments.

With the effort of two powerful brains, the twisted, chaotic, and disordered memory fragments neatly aligned in the mind.

Han Dong’s consciousness was immediately brought into a bizarre segment of memory…

Buzz!

In an instant, his sight was met with the dark streets of London City.

The cold wind howled.

As the memories connected, the old man’s related information was also transmitted to Han Dong.

The elderly man was named Vogt Big Hand; he had a palm slightly larger than other demons, which had helped him secure a job sorting ores when he was younger.

In the world of demons, strength still spoke the loudest.

Vogt, who had always been a newborn demon, had worked at the mining company for hundreds of years with no change in his job… He had become the ultimate existence among those bound to their corporate lives.

At the present.

He had just finished his shift at a mining company and was walking on the road home.

At Vogt’s age, there was no longer any possibility for growth, and the rest of his life was essentially set in stone: he would work at the mining company until his death.

The fixed and rigid lifestyle had sapped him of all enthusiasm for life.

Even with a series of mysterious ‘Whirlpool Incidents’ recently occurring in London City, he seemed indifferent.

In his view, if he died getting caught up in an incident, it might actually bring him more attention and add some color to his already dreary life at its end.

Furthermore, because of the Whirlpool Incidents, there had been an enormous demand for ores lately, and Vogt had been working overtime until late at night… and he seemed to be especially unlucky.

Perhaps due to old age, he had let his little finger get caught in a Different Demon Device for a moment of inattentiveness while sorting ores.

That caused his little finger to bend in an irreparable way (sticking up and curling into a loop).

However, the company did not compensate him but instead scolded him for the delay in work… This incident intensified his disdain for the world.

As he was walking home, holding his curled little finger and looking down, he suddenly felt a chill… only to look up and realize that there was no one on the late-night street.

At the same time, his curled little finger seemed to be tractioned by some invisible force, leading him to the entrance of a dark alley.

At first glance, he saw a black whirlpool.

Then, taking a closer look, a book vendor appeared in the alley, displaying several old, peculiar books on a stall in front of him, each cover emblazoned with a spiral pattern.

Without realizing it.

Vogt was already standing in front of the stall, and even though the vendor did not reduce the price, he could faintly feel that the books in front of him might just change the rest of his life.

“How much for these books?”

As he asked for the price.

The book vendor extended a deeply spiraled arm from beneath his robe and pointed to his little finger, requesting a ‘trade of objects.’

Willing to change the rest of his life, Vogt was not even afraid of death, let alone a little finger… Snap!

He broke it off on the spot and handed over the “curled little finger.”

The book vendor receiving the curled finger revealed an eerie smile from within the shadows of his face (his mouth corners curled into a 180deg angle).

Vogt, who had ‘paid’ the cost, finally set his gaze on a dark, curled book, took it, and was about to leave.

At that moment, the incident that Swollen Doctor had been worried about occurred.

Logically.

Han Dong, as a memory reader, was observing all of this from the perspective of an [Observer].

It was like someone reading a comic book; characters in the book wouldn’t notice the reader.

But…

Just as Vogt was about to leave.

The spiral-shaped arm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and a deep voice emanated from the whirlpool-like mouth:

“To think there’s a third party… who are you?”

Upon hearing this, Han Dong was shocked.

In the critical moment, Swollen Doctor, who was monitoring everything externally, forcefully cut off the memory connection.

Han Dong, being slowly removed from the swollen brain, seemed like he had just come out of a sauna, his entire body emitting visible heat… The Talent Tree remained unaffected.

Fear and interest coexisted in Han Dong’s pupils, “I am just a memory observer… how could he detect my presence? What exactly is the entity behind the whirlpool?”