"I'm sorry, I was reckless just now."

With a wave of his hand, the black Tibetan simply apologized.

neatly made the professor on the opposite side freeze in place, and the series of scolding and critical words brewing in his stomach were pressed back, as if he was holding a breath in his throat and couldn't say anything.

Next to him are all elites in the field, and he himself is also a person with status and status, so it is impossible to pull down his face and quarrel with the black Tibetans on the spot.

The professor could only snort twice, like a rooster being choked by the neck.

The Tibetan people were even more free-spirited, and after apologizing to themselves, they looked at the sculptures, completely leaving the conflict just now.

What personal dignity and colleague relationship are not more important in his eyes than what variety show to watch tonight to pass the time.

Arguing with other people's wasteful events is the most boring thing.

It's such a character that made the Kuro Tibetans depreciate again and again when they were in the Northeast before, and this time it is estimated that it will not take long to be confused by the relationship between colleagues at the Yokosuka base.

Looking at this sculpture, the black Tibetans were amazed.

"Isn't this Ikekawa?"

The black Tibetan shook his scalpel in front of the sculpture.

The anatomical units at the Yokosuka base have no names, no introductions, and no expiration dates.

In the past few days, their dissection team has also dissected several yellow, white, and black people, these people may have their own stories before they were born, but after death, they all became body books with similar contents, dismantling new books?

These human body books, at most, are due to the difference in the way of death, and the content of the books has changed from mathematics (1) to (2) and (3).

"Do you know this corpse?"

The professor at Tokyo Medical University looked at the Tibetan man with strange eyes, and it was a complicated thing to dissect his acquaintance.

He once dissected the body of his youngest son, and committed suicide by jumping from a rented apartment, compared with the excellent eldest brother, this youngest son was disgraced before his death, and he was so undignified after his death.

The professor understood that it was his youngest son's depressive episode, but out of demand, he still had to perform the necessary autopsy on this suicidal person, and this autopsy was carried out by him at his request, and it was the first time he had touched his youngest son at such a close distance, which he had never cared about.

This one is called Ikekawa, could it be that he is also a relative of Maguro?

Seeing his relatives become like this, the foul-mouthed guy of Maguro is also uncomfortable.

Hey, although the black mouth is a little stinky, but now I must feel uncomfortable, let's go have a drink with him after the meeting.

"I don't know." The Kuro Tibetan shook his head, looking at several professors in Tokyo with full suspicion, "Isn't this an eyewitness in the black magic incident in Meguro Ward?" The homeless witness who turned things around and then discredited, you don't know? ”

Not everyone has the ability to remember like the Black Tibetans, not to mention that the inflated head is too different from the original appearance, and it is not normal to be able to recognize it.

Seeing that several professors shook their heads, the black Tibetan slammed his mouth: "Fortunately, the corpse can't speak, otherwise he would have questioned whether you are from Tokyo." ”

This guy.

The psychological quality of anatomists is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially forensic doctors, and there is no shortage of strange corpses that they have come into contact with over the years.

After the slight discomfort due to the shock at first, Maguro and the others immediately entered the state, pondering where to start.

To dissect this tree, it is not only an elegant scalpel that needs to be used, but also all kinds of violent tools one by one, chainsaws, hammers, dense bones are too hard, and the scalpel is powerless.

Holding an electric handsaw, the shadow of a white coat reflected on the wall like a mad butcher, the scene was terrifying.

"Squeak."

"Sawing open."

The atmosphere in the dissection room was very depressing, and the sound sounded like a carpenter was making furniture, repairing wood with a shovel, and there was a bit of the spirit of a country craftsman in a trance, but when I opened my eyes, it made people feel uneasy.

"Tsk, the musculature in the body is completely unusable."

The craggy bones not only grow outward, but the inside of the body in the other direction is also the hardest hit area for the bones to take root, only to see the organs are full of holes and the stomach is turned upside down.

"Did you notice that the stiffness of your bones seems to have increased this time?"

The dissection room has also dissected other test subjects, but the condition is not so miserable, at most it is a change in the scapula spine.

"It's a lot harder."

"Well, why bones harden is not something we need to think about."

A sentence halted the discussion in the lab.

The experts and professors who are well-known outside the country are somewhat like technicians in the Yokosuka base, only responsible for anatomical observations, and the truly microscopic and cutting-edge, non-external process research is all in another laboratory that they do not know.

The fallen tree happened to be in charge of a section by an anatomist, and the black Tibetans decided to start from scratch before.

"That's it, it feels good."

Coiling the skull protruding from his head through the glove, he looked for a place where he felt good.

Human bones are actually different parts and hardness, for example, the hardest is the long bones, followed by the skull, and the ribs are much more fragile, and some fat boys will be unlucky to break their ribs when they sleep.

After a difficult struggle with the skull, the field of the Tibetan people finally opened.

The mysterious world suddenly unfolded before his eyes.

"Show me what kind of treasure boy you are."

As he spoke, the scalpel went under the cortex, and when he looked around the dissection room, the speed of the black Tibetan was not the fastest.

Even the harder skull was sawn open, and the anatomist in charge of the other parts did not leave behind.

"Poof."

"Huh?"

Observing the situation inside the skull, the black Tibetan stared, and the wheezing sound became worse for a second, and then continued to work without hesitation.

The tight base operated all night, and even if a magnitude 10 earthquake struck Tokyo, it would be here that would be the first to be rescued, not the Imperial Palace or the Diet Building.

Several doctors from the dissection group rubbed their palms and sighed as they ate and rested.

It was another day of no gain, and although this Ikekawa corpse had undergone a strange aberration, it was not fundamentally different from the unit that had been dissected.

After communicating with other anatomical groups, they still haven't found any rules to follow in the aberrations of these creatures, the source of the aberrations is not fixed, and the changes that occur are irregular, but God casually rolls the dice and willfully twists the human body into strange shapes.

"Where's the darkness?"

"I'm going to see the sea."

The black Tibetans put their hands in their pockets, stepped on the small slope, and looked at the blue water from afar, and a few seagulls and crows flew in the sky.

It should be right, when he opened his skull, Chi Chuan's head was still beating faintly, was it a residual nerve reaction, or was it that Chi Chuan actually had a faint consciousness until that moment?

Looking back at the base, a series of red sirens suddenly sounded!