"So I contacted them with the mentality of giving it a try, and coincidentally, they also wanted to establish a source of goods in the city. Because the organs in the mainland are far cheaper than those in other countries and regions, the cost of a good kidney is less than 70,000 yuan, but it can be sold for hundreds of thousands, and even if it can be cross-border, rich people are willing to pay millions.

I've had entrails from fourteen bodies in a year, men, women, or children just turned sixteen, and after each job I get seven percent of the proceeds from the sale of kidneys. At first, my hands were shaking, but then I became very skilled, as if I was taking a specimen out of a cupboard, but the last kidney removal changed everything.

I had just finished an autopsy report that afternoon when I received a short message with just a few words on it - come on, there are fish. "When they decided on the target, they coded it as a fish. I packed up and went over, I didn't have to take anything with me, they had a full set of very advanced dissection tools, and ironically even better than some of the big hospitals.

The dissection room is in the basement, more than 20 square meters, I guarantee that no one can lead the way to find that place, the structure and layout of the room is exactly the same as the operating room of the hospital, and the tools needed are also available, although trying not to make people die on the operating table, but it is said that there are still some people who cannot live to get out with money. Compared to the meagre amount of money paid to kidney sellers, the amount of energy, time and risk involved in disposing of the corpse is much greater. But before that, I had never missed. They often use money to lure some physically strong people who are in dire need of money to sell their kidneys, and this time I looked at the man lying in bed.

He was shirtless, about seventeen or eighteen years old, his body was extremely long, and his feet were almost sticking out of the operating table. His face was very pale under the shadowless lamp, and it was obvious that he was very frightened, and his hands were shaking at his sides. From a professional point of view, he is a very good 'host', and we call these people who sell organs 'hosts'. Not everyone can be a 'host'. If you are too weak, you will not be considered if you have kidney disease or blood disease. The boy was in very good health, and this could be seen in his dark and strong muscles.

Next, he was given a routine anesthesia, usually to take the left kidney, don't ask me why, it's an unwritten rule anyway. I also have an assistant, very young, I don't know why he came to do this job, maybe it's money. Today he was standing behind me and playing his hands.

In fact, at this time, I was already a little tired of dissecting living people, but I was addicted to taking medicine, and I picked up a knife and felt the urge to cut something. Most of the money I earn is donated by me, and I always feel that this seems to be a little better.

There are many ways to get a kidney. Some use transperitoneal extraction, and some use intercostal incision to remove the kidney. Both can be used, but care is taken not to infect the 'host' or cause massive instrumental blood loss. I quickly opened his abdominal cavity. But I noticed something completely unexpected.

He did not have a left kidney.

I started sweating, and immediately turned to ask the person in charge of the kidneys and the protection of the newly taken kidneys—I usually call him "The Guardian". The Guardian is often dressed in black and pants, with a large, wide black-brimmed hat over his head, and only a Cuban cigar can be seen in his mouth.

The Guardian is very skinny and tall. At this time, he didn't speak, but said, "Just take the right side." "My voice was so cold that I shuddered.

I sutured up the 'host''s wound for the time being, and stopped. The Guardian was visibly surprised.

"Fools know that he will die when he takes out a kidney, and you don't know how to check it when you are looking for the source." I questioned him, but the Guardian didn't speak.

"Forget it, I don't want to do it, let this kid go." Seeing him still sleeping soundly in bed, I couldn't bear it.

The Guardian still stood in the dark. At this moment, my assistant suddenly snatched the knife from my hand and walked towards the child.

"I can do it independently, thank you for your guidance." This is the longest sentence I've ever heard my assistant say.

The Guardian also spoke: "No way, this 'host' may be born with a kidney, but his kidney is very suitable for the body of a rich man, and he is willing to pay half a million dollars." Originally, I would have paid you five percent more if you did it, but it seems that your assistant wants to do it more than you want. The Guardian laughed.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I unbuttoned my lab coat and walked out of the basement without looking back, when the guardian behind me suddenly said, "You'll regret it." "Perhaps, that's fine, I'm completely out of there, but I'm ready for them to retaliate or kill them.

Oddly enough, it was a very quiet month after that, and I don't think they should have been so kind. Waiting for death was very painful, and I decided to look it up.

All I had at hand was the contact information between the Guardian and the assistant, not the others, and the organization was tightly managed and rarely saw each other. I called the Guardian and no one answered. The assistant couldn't be reached. The only place I can think of is that basement.

It seemed very shabby, and I looked around and saw that there should be no one following me, so I walked in slowly.

It's a lot darker than it was a month ago. As soon as I opened the door, there was a foul smell in the air, which almost suffocated me, this smell was familiar to me, it was the smell of rotting human body. I felt something was wrong, and fumbled with the light switch on the wall from memory.

The lights were turned on, and the light quickly shone into every corner of the room, and the assistant ...... I think so, because he can only be identified by his height and clothes. Although it wasn't summer and the basement temperature was relatively low, he had rotted out in a month's time.

He was half-lying next to the operating table, still holding a scalpel in his hand, and I approached him carefully with my nose covered, but fortunately, there were still a few pairs of rubber gloves next to him. I don't know why, but when I saw the corpse, I instinctively wanted to check it out.

A volleyball-sized hole was made in his abdomen, and his entire internal organs were hollowed out, leaving nothing behind. Looking at the wound, it seems to be a very rough murder weapon, or it is simply torn open, like a torn chicken.

I didn't see the Guardian, and the boy was gone. That was the last time I went to the basement, and I haven't been since. The days that followed were shrouded in confusion. Suddenly, there were rumors on the Internet that corpses with hollowed out of their internal organs were often found, and I vaguely felt that they were related to the 'host' that had disappeared. Until I answered the Guardian's call.

The Guardian had never spoken to me on the phone before, and it was always a text message, so I felt very uncomfortable to hear his voice on the phone. The Guardian on the phone still spoke softly, but it couldn't hide his panic.

"Where are you?" The Guardian opened his mouth to ask, and I replied that he was at home, and told him that he didn't want to do it anymore, and that I wouldn't tell the police, because I didn't know much about the organization's secrets, and I didn't think they would reveal it even if they didn't kill me.

"It's not the organization's problem, that 'host'," the Guardian paused as he spoke, and I was startled, could it really be the teenager's problem?

"That 'host' is a monster." The Guardian struggled to utter the second half of the sentence, as if he had made up his mind.

"What the hell happened that day?"

The Guardian seemed to be suffering a lot on the other end of the phone, as if he was extremely reluctant to remember, and after nearly a minute, I thought he was gone, and the Guardian told me about the day.

After I left, the assistant went on to retrieve the kidney, and the Guardian was right next to me. There were only two of them in the basement. The fewer people in contact with this kind of work, the better, and the kidney can actually be done by barely one person, but it takes a long time, and it is easy to have an accident.

The Guardian said, and the assistant opened the right abdominal cavity of the "host". He was immediately stunned, it turned out that he had no kidneys at all.

Can a person live without a kidney?

And what makes the guardian even more discolored is that not only does this "host" have no kidneys, but he also has no internal organs, and the entire abdominal cavity seems to be an empty bag of meat, which is absolutely unimaginable. The assistant stood in front of the operating table completely helpless. The Guardian noticed that the boy had sat up on his own.

Immediately afterwards, the boy inserted his hand directly into the assistant's body, and the assistant probably didn't figure out what was going on until he died, and the guardian was also frightened. Then the boy took out the assistant's internal organs one by one, and then put them back one by one along the knife that had just taken the kidney, and began to stitch up the internal organs and wounds himself.

This process lasted more than an hour. The boy finally stitched up the wound. The Guardian was speechless as he watched, and the assistant was thrown under the operating table. And the "host" had been bleeding all the time, but he didn't care at all. Finally, he wiped the blood off his body with gauze, got dressed, and walked up to the Guardian with a smile. The Guardian himself said he only wished he hadn't fainted.

"I'm not interested in you. It's not your turn yet. With that, he turned and walked out, but after a few steps, he walked back again, and the terrible guardian was terrified.

"By the way, let me tell you, this is the real anatomist, using only his hands to take the internal organs." As he spoke, he shook his bloody hand triumphantly.

"Then why did it take so long for you to call me?" I listened to the Guardian's account and asked him puzzled.

"Because I saw the 'host' yesterday, the Guardian replied, "He asked for your contact information, and asked for your address and name. "I froze when I heard that.

"You told him?" I feel like I'm asking in vain.

"Yes." The Guardian actually said with a little guilt, "You know I'm scared, he was covered in blood. ”

The Guardian also told me that the notification was to tell me to be on guard, as compensation for him, and that he was scared now, and immediately hung up. I put down the phone and sat down in my chair and collapsed. All that comes to mind is the corpse of an assistant, is he coming to me? Want my guts too? “

When Ni Sisi said this, he let out a long sigh of relief. Zhao Huanshu asked her strangely: "What happened later?" ”

"This is also the reason why I came to you, I thought about it for a long time, and I heard Li Delong say that you are a person who has always been good and evil in exorcism, and I admit that I have done a lot of wrong things...... I've also had a lot of people die because of the collection of living organs, so I don't have much hope, but I still want to live. Ni Sisi took out his cigarette, and there was a trace of sadness in his expression.

Zhao Huanshu had a very complicated mood, saving someone's life was better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, but after all, Ni Sisi's profession was really cruel.

Ni Sisi stood up and wanted to walk out, but suddenly remembered something, turned to Zhao Huanshu and said, "I don't ask you to agree to help me immediately, if you can, of course it's best...... Well...... I have one last request, don't tell Li Delong that I was an anatomist, I hope he can have a good impression of me, although he is a little greedy now, but he is a person with a strong bottom line, I don't want him to hate me, because he is one of my few friends. When he said this, Ni Sisi, who had always been straightforward, was actually a little flustered and shy. Then, she walked out the door and disappeared. Zhao Huanshu sat down in his seat for a while, ready to go home.

That night, Zhao Huanshu received a call from Li Delong, who was outside to contact business, and he told Zhao Huanshu sadly on the microphone that Ni Sisi was dead, and the internal organs were hollowed out, and the incident happened after Zhao Huanshu and her were separated.

Zhao Huanshu couldn't help it, but still told Li Delong about the afternoon conversation. Li Delong was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally said: "She is too stupid, she should tell me that like when she used to go to school, she hides everything, for fear that others will look at her differently, she cares too much about other people's opinions and eyes." ”

"That kind of thing, do you know what it is?" Li Delong asked cautiously.

"It's not clear now, but it's very likely that the yin ghost was formed through resentment, and the resentment of countless people who had their kidneys or other organs taken or their families could be gathered together, and then possessed by a certain teenager and become a powerful yin spirit; This kind of thing will constantly ask for people's internal organs, and he will constantly plunder other people's internal organs as his own. ”

"Isn't that dangerous?" Li Delong asked in surprise.

"That depends on the specific strength of this yin ghost, I'll investigate." Zhao Huanshu told Li Delong a few words, and then hung up the phone.

A few days later, a news item aired on television that a well-known agent in the medical industry had died at home, his internal organs had been cleaned, and the police found that he was involved in many organ dealings, and preliminarily determined that he was seeking revenge. Zhao Huanshu turned off the TV and took his mobile phone and prepared to go out.