Vol 2 Chapter 251: Blood draw with syringe

At night, the laboratory, the main laboratory.
On a small square table, there is a candlestick for lighting, and the candlestick is filled with a lot of food. On the side of the small square table is a chair with someone on it, cutting the food with the cutlery in hand, obviously a dinner is going on.
As the only participant in the dinner-Gutas, there is a lot of doubt in my heart at this time.
First of all, there is some confusion in his memory.
He clearly remembered that he had struggled to untie the rope and was free. But what happened later seemed to explain from the side that he just fell asleep-because when Richard returned to wake him up, he found himself still sturdy and tied to the ground.
Is he thinking too much? Didn't he escape at all, the escaped memory was just a dream when he was sleeping?
Thinking of this, Gutas put down the cutlery in his hand and rubbed his face slightly. Somehow, he always felt that his entire face was swollen and his eyes could not be opened, as if he had been beaten.
Of course, this was only a trivial matter, and what made him more puzzled was the situation in front of him-he was clearly just a prisoner who was caught, but Richard, who caught him, brought him rich food for him to eat.
Why is that?
Is Richard out of some gratitude, or an honest reward to him before? However, what he told Richard before was obviously fake.
Why is that?
Is it because of some reasons, what fear did Richard have for him, ready to please him first, and then let him go?
This just doesn't make sense.
Guttas was puzzled and puzzled, but this did not prevent him from eating.
At this time, he was tied to a chair, but he could move within a certain range.
Use the cutlery to cut off a fat and juicy thigh of pickled chicken, grab it and send it to the mouth. As soon as the neck turned and torn hard, he bite off the big mouthful of meat, chewed a few bites and swallowed. The chicken legs were eaten cleanly in a short time, and the bones were chewed and swallowed into the stomach with a few clicks.
After eating the chicken legs, he picked up the bread and inserted it into the broth bowl. Let the bread soak a little softly, deliver it to the mouth, bite it open, and swallow it quickly-he is really hungry.
Soon, Gutas was half full, and while continuing to eat, he looked at Richard sitting next to him, his eyes blinked, and he hummed: "Boy, you better let me go!"
"Huh?" Richard looked to Gutas and asked, "Why?"
"Because..." Guttas said, "Goodong" swallowed the scented steak, and it took a long time to find the threatening words, coldly, "Because... you don't let me go, after I escape from here, You must be pretty. I tell you, I have killed many people, many people!"
"..." Richard looked at Gutas and said nothing, but was silent.
Gutas was also silent, scratching his head with his hands stained with oil, and felt that the reason for the threat could not even be heard by himself: What kind of threat is this? There is no real retaliation at all!
Some dejected tearing off one of the wings of the smoked duck, Gutas was slowly eating, after a long time, finally thought of the right, looked at Richard: "If you do not let me go, wait for my friends to know I am here with you and I will surely rescue me, and I will ask you to look good when the time comes."
"So..." Richard looked at Gutas, "The underlying meaning of your sentence is that your friends don't even know that you are here, right? So it means that before you came to me, Consider, without revealing your plan to anyone, now nobody knows your whereabouts. In this case, what am I afraid of?"
"I..." Guttas said again, eager to slap himself: I owe it!
Eating the smoked duck wings in a very depressed manner, Gutas picked up the fried eggs and ate them.
After eating an entire fried egg, Guttas recognized his situation and looked at Richard, deciding to serve. Lips closed and made a sound, although still a little cold, but the tone eased a lot: "Boy, okay, I admit that I shouldn’t come to you to steal things. But I just steal things, and still If you don’t succeed, you’re not offending you. You might as well let me go.

"I'm afraid not."
"why?"
"You said before that you killed people and killed many people."
"It wasn't you who killed you, nor your loved ones. Besides, those people are dead. What does it have to do with you?!"
"Yeah, it has nothing to do with me. But I don't let you go, what has it to do with you?"
"I……"
Gutas gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and kept calm: "Even if you don't let me go, it won't be of any use to you? Tied me here, you will not only look at me with confidence, but also give me food and drink .. I won’t bring you any value, but I’m constantly wasting your money. It’s not cost-effective. It’s better... let me go.
"No, no," Richard said, shaking his head and looking at Gutas. "You underestimate yourself. Your value is actually much greater than you think."
"Huh?" Guttas wondered. "What value?"
Richard didn't answer immediately, but asked Gutas, "Is it full if you say so much?"
"Uh..." Guttas thought there might be a trap in this sentence, and he didn't know how to answer it.
Richard nodded: "Well, it seems that it is full, then we can come to do some research. I brought these foods, not just for you to eat, but to test your one. Series of data-starting from eating and digesting, gradually testing your state, body value, basal metabolic rate, etc. Next, I want to draw you some blood, um, just draw some blood, don’t be nervous."
Richard talked and walked to the cabinet next to him, opened a drawer, and took out a black wooden box. Opening the wooden box is a syringe.
Although, the theory of the syringe was put forward by the Italian Catinel at the end of the Middle Ages on modern earth ~ EbookFREE.me ~. But until 1657 in the seventeenth century, British talents conducted the first human trials. Then in the 1853 of the 19th century, the French Pravaux made a silver syringe with a capacity of only 1 ml, which was regarded as a real invention.
Therefore, in the current world of medieval wizards, there is no such thing as a syringe. The syringe in the box is made by Richard according to the technology on modern earth.
Because of the lack of many raw materials, syringes made by Richard are somewhat rough and bulky:
The main body is not plastic, but glass material, so that although it is convenient to observe the liquid inside, it is fragile. Moreover, due to the increased weight, some operational difficulties have arisen. In addition, the very large needle is very outstanding. Because of the problems of the current world craftsmanship, the needles are a bit exaggerated, and they are more like murderous awls than needles.
Richard is thinking that maybe he can make a set of more elaborate tools to use by himself with the help of the space iron ring and all other methods. However, this will take a certain amount of time. It is too late now, and I can only use a relatively simple syringe.
Thinking about this, Richard held the syringe and walked to Gutas, Gutas stared a little bit.