"I'm sorry, I was reckless just now."
Waving his hand, the black Tibetan apologized straightforwardly and neatly.
The neatly and neatly made the opposite professor freeze on the spot. A series of curses and criticisms brewed in his stomach were all suppressed back, as if a breath was stuck in his throat and could not be released no matter how hard he tried.
The people next to him were all elites in the field. He himself was also a person with identity and status, so it was impossible for him to put down his pride and quarrel with the black Tibetan on the spot.
The professor could only give up twice, like a rooster that was grabbed by the neck.
The Tibetan man in black was even more carefree. After apologizing to himself, he looked at the sculpture. He had completely forgotten about the conflict just now.
What personal dignity, colleagues relationship, in his eyes, was not more important than watching a variety show tonight to kill time.
Quarreling with others was the most boring thing.
It was this kind of character that made the black Tibetan was demoted again and again in the northeast. This time in the Yokosuka base, it was estimated that it would not take long for him to be in a mess because of his colleagues relationship.
Looking at the sculpture, the Tibetan in the Black Cave was amazed.
"Isn't this Chi Chuan?"
The black Tibetan waved the scalpel in front of the sculpture.
The anatomical unit in the Yokosuka base did not have names, introductions, production dates and expiration times.
In the past few days, their anatomical group had also dissected several yellow, white and black people. These people might have their own stories when they were alive, but after they died, they all became human body books with similar contents. New dissection books?
These human body books, at most, because of the different ways of death, the contents of the books changed from mathematical theory (1) to (2) and (3).
"Do you know this body?"
The professor of Tokyo Medical University looked at the black Tibetan with a strange look. Dissecting his acquaintance was a complicated thing.
He once dissected the body of his youngest son, who committed suicide by jumping from the rented apartment. Compared with his outstanding brother, his youngest son was shameful when he was alive and also so disgraceful when he died.
The professor understood that it was his youngest son's depression, but out of requirements, he still had to carry out the necessary autopsy on this kind of suicide. This autopsy was requested by him and performed by him personally. It was also the first time that he touched his youngest son so closely that he had never cared about him.
This person called Chi Chuan, would he also be a relative of the black Tibetan?
Jianhei, this foul-mouthed fellow, probably felt uncomfortable seeing his family in such a state.
Heh, although Shehei's mouth is a little stinky, he definitely doesn't feel good in his heart right now. Let's go for a drink after the meeting.
"I don't know him."
The man in black shook his head and looked at the professors from Tokyo with suspicion. "Aren't they the witnesses of the Black Magic Technique incident in Mukuo District?
Don't you know about the homeless witness who caused the tables to turn and his reputation to be ruined? "
Not everyone had a photographic memory like the Jianhei people. Moreover, the inflated head was too different from its original appearance. It would be abnormal if they could recognize it.
Seeing the professors shake their heads, the man smacked his lips and said, "Fortunately, corpses can't talk. Otherwise, he would question whether you guys are from Tokyo."
This fellow.
The psychological quality of an anatomist was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, especially a forensic doctor. Over the years, they had come into contact with many strange corpses.
After the initial slight discomfort due to the shock, Jianhei and the others immediately got into the zone and pondered where to start.
Dissecting this tree required not only an elegant scalpel, but also a variety of violent tools. Chainsaws, hammers, the hardness of the dense bones was too high, and the scalpel was useless.
Holding an electric handsaw, the shadow of the white coat was reflected on the wall like a crazy butcher. The scene was terrifying.
Squeak squeak.
"It's sawed open."
The atmosphere in the dissection room was very depressing. It sounded like a carpenter was making furniture and trimming the wood with an adze. In a trance, there was a bit of the spirit of a village craftsman, but when they opened their eyes, it made them feel uneasy.
"Tsk, the muscle tissue in the body can't be used at all."
Not only did the jagged bones grow outwards, but the internal part of the body was also a disaster area where the bones took root. The organs were riddled with holes, and the stomach was in a mess.
"Did you notice that the hardness of the bones seems to have increased this time?"
The dissection room had dissected other experimental bodies before, but the condition was not as miserable. At most, the scapula and spine had mutated.
"It's a lot harder."
"Okay, why the bones became hard is not something we need to consider."
One sentence stopped the discussion in the laboratory.
The famous experts and professors in the Yokosuka base were somewhat like technicians, only responsible for dissecting and observing. The real microscopic cutting-edge, process scientific research that was not leaked to the outside was all in another laboratory that they did not know.
The tree that was cut down happened to be a section of the anatomist's responsibility, and the black Tibetan decided to start from the beginning.
"This one, it feels good."
Through the glove, he curled the skull that extended outside the head, looking for a place that felt good.
Human bones were actually different in different parts, and the hardness was also different. For example, the hardest part was the long bone, followed by the skull, and the ribs were much more fragile. Some fat people would be unlucky enough to break their ribs when they were sleeping.
After a strenuous struggle against Skull, the Tibetan in Black's surgical field was finally opened.
The mysterious world suddenly opened up in front of him.
"Let me see what kind of treasure boy you are."
While speaking, the scalpel entered the skin layer. Looking around the dissection room, the black Tibetan's speed was not the fastest.
Even the relatively hard skull was sawed open, and the anatomist responsible for other parts did not fall behind.
"Pfft."
"Hmm?"
Observing the situation inside the skull, the black Tibetan's eyes narrowed, and after a second of heavy breathing, he continued to work without hesitation.
The tight base operated all night long. Even if there was a magnitude 10 earthquake in Tokyo, the first place to be rescued would be here, not the Kokyo or the National Assembly Hall.
Several doctors of the dissection group rubbed their palms, sighed, and ate and rested.
It was another fruitless day. Although Chi Chuan's body had undergone a strange mutation, it was no different from the previous dissected units.
Speaking of which, after communicating with the other dissection groups, they had not found any rules that could be followed for the aberrations of these creatures. The source of the aberrations was not fixed, and the changes that occurred were irregular. It was just that God had randomly rolled the dice and willfully twisted the human body into strange shapes.
"Where is the black Tibetan?"
"Went to see the sea."
The black Tibetan put his hands in his pockets, stepped on a small slope, and looked at the blue sea from afar. A few seagulls and crows were flying in the sky.
He should not have seen it wrong. When he opened the skull, Chi Chuan's head still moved weakly. Was it a residual nerve reaction, or did Chi Chuan actually still have a weak consciousness until that moment?
Looking back at the base, a series of red alarms suddenly sounded!