An Baichen can be sure that he didn't see anyone in the dissection room just now, so where did this white coat come from?

"Could it be that he's the undead of the Trials mission?"

An Baichen squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at this guy carefully.

The white coat turned to his side, and he began to change the surgical instruments, and his hands went up and down on the corpse display table again and again.

An Baichen swore that he had just checked all the corpse display tables, and there was nothing on each of them.

"What the hell is he dissecting?"

An Baichen was very curious, and at this time, the white coat suddenly left the corpse display table, holding something in his hand, walked to the side of the specimen display room, and put the thing in a small bottle.

It was at this time that An Baichen saw clearly what was on the corpse display table.

A girl in a floral dress, about eighteen or nineteen years old, covered in blood, her body was full of scars and autopsy marks, her chest and abdomen were blurred with blood, and the crimson blood continued to fall to the ground along the corpse display table, making a "tick-tock" sound.

She tilted her head, stared at the door with a pair of empty eyes, and looked at An Baichen.

An Baichen could clearly see a faint light in her eyes, her pupils reflected the brilliance of the medical lamp, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

"She's alive!"

An Baichen was stunned, this white coat was actually dissecting a living person!

An Baichen turned off the flashlight, then quietly pushed open the door of the dissecting room and walked in slowly.

This scene is weird, whether it is the girl on the corpse display table or the white coat being dissected.

"Is it a re-enactment of the death scene? This girl on the corpse display table is a mission undead, and she wants to express what she has experienced in this way?"

An Baichen pondered in his heart: "No, if someone has ever killed someone in the dissection room, it will definitely cause a storm in the city, how can it be impossible to find any clues and news?"

"Either way, both guys have problems. ”

"Nether Scythe. ”

An Baichen shouted in his heart, he stretched out his hand and grasped the void, and the Nether Scythe appeared out of thin air and was held in An Baichen's hand.

Carrying the sickle, An Baichen glanced at the girl lying on the corpse display table, and then quietly walked towards the position of the white coat.

An Baichen turned his back to the corpse display table, and he didn't see the subtle changes in the girl's expression on the corpse display table.

The expression of pain and despair on her face gradually changed, and she looked at An Baichen holding a scythe, her eyes gradually glazed, and she looked a little incredulous.

She struggled to raise her hand and reach in the direction of the white coat, trying to remind him.

"Huh!"

The Nether Scythe silently slashed from top to bottom, slashing at the white coat's body.

"Poof. ”

A wisp of green smoke floated out of the white coat, and then the white coat floated softly to the ground.

An Baichen's Nether Scythe went straight through the white coat, and it didn't hit anything.

"This white coat isn't an undead?"

An Baichen was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned to look at the corpse display table.

If the lab coat is a fake undead, then the girl on the corpse display table is a real undead!

However, at the same time.

"Smack. ”

The medical lights in the dissection room went out, and the entire dissection room was plunged into darkness again.

An Baichen turned on the flashlight and shone it on the corpse display table just now, which was empty, and the girl was gone.

An Baichen quickly walked to the corpse display table and reached out to touch it, it was cold, there was no irritating smell of blood, let alone blood and any residue, it was as clean as if nothing had happened.

An Baichen checked the surroundings, including the utensils and small bottles used by the white coat just now, all of which were exactly the same as when he checked them before, and there were no traces of use.

Even the white coat clothes that fell to the ground after being chopped by An Baichen just now disappeared without a trace.

"Was everything just a hallucination?"

An Baichen looked up and around, his flashlight wandering around the entire dissection room.

"Yan Yumo. ”

An Baichen summoned Yan Yumo out and asked, "Can you smell it?"

"It was here just now. Yan Yumo glanced at the dissection room, and her tone was very firm.

"Can you find it, then?"

"No, I don't know where it's hiding now. Yan Yumo's expression was a little confused, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation, she could obviously feel the breath of the undead, but she just didn't know where it was.

"Where are you?"

An Baichen carried the Nether Scythe and shouted softly, "Come out quickly, I won't hurt you." ”

There was silence all around, and there was no sound.

"Hiding again?" An Baichen was a little distressed, knowing that he wouldn't startle the snake just now.

"What does the scene this guy just showed me represent, and what does it want to express?"

An Baichen left the dissection room while thinking.

Just when An Baichen had just left the dissection room, there was a "click", and the medical lights in the dissection room turned on again.

An Baichen hurriedly turned around, this time he didn't see the figure of the white coat, and there was a bloody corpse lying on the corpse display table in the center of the huge dissection room.

The corpse looked as if it had just been dissected with numerous scalpels, covered in scaly wounds, limbs separated, and the most serious was the scar on the neck, which was cut off entirely, and the cross-section was very smooth, and the blood vessels in the neck could be clearly seen.

In just a few seconds, a large amount of blood was left from the corpse display table, converging on the ground to form a small river.

"Again?"

An Baichen squinted his eyes and looked over, he felt that this corpse was somewhat familiar.

"Poof. ”

The corpse's head tumbled to the ground, tumbling like a ball, hitting the door of the dissection room and coming to a halt.

Its eyes widened, and blood and tears flowed from its sockets, and it stared directly at An Baichen.

An Baichen saw the appearance of the corpse's head clearly, and the hand holding the Nether Scythe suddenly tightened.

"This is me. ”

An Baichen's face was gloomy, and the head that rolled to the ground was like An Baichen. The skull was covered in blood and despair, as if it had suffered an unbearable trauma before dying.

This undead is playing with An Baichen.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yan Yumo asked An Baichen with some concern, and An Baichen pushed open the door of the dissection room without saying a word and strode in.

He saw clearly, the corpse on the corpse display table was himself!

The corpse was still wearing its own clothes, but the clothes had been cut and tattered, stained with blood, and the pungent smell of blood and the stench of internal organs.

"Huh!"

An Baichen decisively lifted the sickle and slashed the heads on the ground and the corpses on the corpse display into wisps of green smoke.

"Smack. ”

The medical lights went out again, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, and everything returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

"An Baichen, what's wrong with you? Have you found it?" Yan Yumo walked in from outside, she looked at An Baichen with a confused expression.

"Didn't you notice, did you just see anything?"

An Baichen stood in front of the corpse display table, he pointed to the platform and asked Yan Yumo, "Have you seen my corpse, lying on it." ”

"Your corpse was lying on top of it?"

Yan Yumo was stunned for a moment, she leaned over to the corpse display table and sniffed, frowned and said, "There is the smell of that guy on this table, but I didn't see anything just now." ”

"I just saw you push the door open and walk in, and then slash around with a scythe, and I didn't notice anything around you. ”

An Baichen frowned: "Didn't you see anything?"

Yan Yumo nodded: "I'm sure, I didn't see anything." ”

An Baichen guessed that the undead of the trial mission should be able to affect his vision and perception, thus creating fantasies about himself, including the white coat he had just seen and his own corpse on the dissecting table.

All of this is a realistic illusion created by this undead, and since Yan Yumo herself is an undead, she can be immune to this kind of perceptual deception to a certain extent, so she can't see any pictures.

"In that case, creating illusions should be its undead ability. But the illusions it creates are so realistic that there is no way to tell whether what appears in the hallucinations is a real undead or a fake undead. ”

An Baichen fell into deep thought: "How do I go about finding it?"

At present, the ontological strength of the undead in this trial mission should not be very strong, otherwise it can completely confront itself head-on, and there is no need to play these tricks.

"It seems that the difficulty of this trial mission is to find the trial undead itself. But it keeps playing hide and seek with me, how can I find it? ”

An Baichen had a headache, and he was hesitating whether he wanted to leave the autopsy room.

It would be disgusting if he left the dissection room and hallucinated again.

Just as An Baichen was thinking, a change suddenly happened.