When Jacob went out for an appointment, he didn't know when it was drizzling in London.

Along with the icy raindrops, strong winds are also challenging the people of London to keep warm.

It was as if God was also telling him that things in the world always change in an instant...

Wearing a hood and running freely on the roof, Jacob enjoyed a special service of rain washing away his depression.

Soon, he saw Darwin standing at the door of the sanatorium, fighting with the umbrella in his hand.

The founder of the theory of evolution, as Jacob said, was no different from an ordinary old British man.

However, when the great biologist saw Jacob, he immediately made a move that was unbecoming of a respected elder:

He directly let go of the umbrella in his hand and let it be blown away by the noisy wind!

Then, he turned around and greeted Jacob:

"Sir Frye! I believe you had a very productive meeting with Mr. Owen?"

Richard Owen, a famous biologist, was also Darwin's most loyal opponent when he proposed "The Origin of Species".

He also worked at Lambeth Sanatorium, and it was from him that Jacob obtained the valuable information that "John Elison was the man who made the potion."

"Oh, we had a great chat, and he told me that the person who helped Starry make the analgesic potion was John Elison."

"Dr. John Elison? I haven't heard that name in a long time. He was a cardiologist until he became obsessed with hypnotism and phrenology and ruined his career...

"

After a pause, Darwin reached out and moved the top hat on his head, trying his best to prevent the dripping rainwater from dripping directly into the back of his neck. He did not forget to continue to seek Jacob's opinion:

"Then how should we pursue it?"

Hearing this, Jacob raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and put on his hat, bowed slightly to Darwin, and said:

"With all due respect, Lord Darwin, I think it would be better for me to do it by myself. After all, we don't want to receive...unnecessary attention, right?"

"Sounds very sensible!"

After saying that, Darwin raised his eyebrows at Jacob and patted him on the shoulder, "Then I wish you good luck, young man!"

After telling Jacob to find him when he had time, Darwin turned and left, leaving only a handsome figure behind.

"What an interesting old man..."

While muttering, Jacob turned around and looked at the sanatorium where the lights were still bright. His face darkened and he said to himself:

"Okay, it's time to have some fun for yourself..."

...

The entire sanatorium is very big.

Perhaps it's because these days, there is no very professional psychiatric science. Once something goes wrong mentally, it is equivalent to a death sentence, and being sent to a sanatorium is the only option.

In other words, a sanatorium in this era is equivalent to a large mental hospital filled with lunatics...

Under the cover of darkness, Jacob climbed directly from the side of the main building of the sanatorium to the top of the building.

With his legs squatting on the edge of the slippery roof, Jacob looked around and soon found an entrance to the sanatorium - a window on the side of the corridor on the third floor of the main building.

Jacob has been doing Assassin Parkour in various climates and terrains since he was a child. Even on slippery ground, he feels as if he is walking on flat ground.

His figure did not waver at all, and he fell steadily from the roof. He grabbed the eaves with both hands, and his whole body hung in the sky above the window.

He did not rush in, but turned on his eagle vision, surveyed the situation near the window, and after confirming that there were no patrolling guards, he jumped in through the window.

"Okay, doctor, where are you..."

Eagle Vision, activated again!

The next second, the entire main building of the sanatorium suddenly turned into a transparent three-dimensional structure in Jacob's eyes.

Unobstructed by any obstacles, Jacob quickly found his goal:

More than a dozen unknown targets were all gathered in a room on the second floor, as if a medical project was underway.

In the brightly lit medical laboratory, apart from the doctors and students watching, the most eye-catching thing is naturally the experimental operating table in the center.

Jacob never expected that he would see such a cruel and terrifying scene as soon as he arrived here:

I saw a male patient wearing a hospital gown lying on the experimental operating table.

The target of his surveillance, Dr. John Elison, was standing at the front of the operating table, holding an unknown medical tool, inserting it into the patient's head, and ruthlessly tinkering with it.

"Ahhhh~~~"

Accompanied by bursts of painful screams that reached the depths of his soul, the patient on the operating table, his hands and feet trembling, struggled as hard as he could, as if he wanted to escape from the hell he was in.

In the end, with just a dull tremor, he ended his futile struggle and his own life.

There was only a "puff" sound, and Ellison, with a calm face, pulled out the medical tool used for craniotomy from the patient's head.

A pool of hot blood immediately splashed out and spread on the operating table.

Under the dim light, there is an inexplicable sense of coquettishness...

Putting down his tools, Elison turned around, faced the audience, and began to summarize:

"As you may have noticed, applying too much pressure can lead to...unpredictable results. Unfortunately, I seem to have damaged the organs inside..."

Listening to his medical report, the doctors and students sitting in the audience all picked up pens and recorded the surgical process in their notebooks.

Without even looking at the corpse on the operating table, Elison walked straight to the copper sound transmission tool aside and gave instructions to the apprentice in the morgue:

"Send up a complete body."

At the same time, Jacob, who was standing by the window on the third floor and witnessing everything, clenched his fists tightly at some point with a gloomy expression.

The anger in my heart was like a dormant volcano gradually awakening, as if it would explode completely in the next second and flood the entire sanatorium.

At this moment, his mind suddenly echoed what Evie had told him before leaving:

"Be careful, don't get yourself into any trouble again..."

At the same time, he also remembered his mission to the sanatorium on this trip, which was to monitor Elison.

However, after witnessing what just happened, Jacob stared closely into Elison's eyes, which gradually became firmer and filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, and that was:
Chapter completed!