In the dimly lit corpse, a series of props such as short knives, tweezers, scissors, and needles danced on the cold corpses in turn, and by the time they returned to their original positions, the complete corpses were already scattered.

From the skull to the ankles, every inch of the corpse's skin was cut open, revealing the musculature underneath, or a cloudy thick pulp.

But the fluid tissue did not pour out due to the splitting of the skin, and they remained quietly in place, like a static picture.

And Mentor Kaz, who manipulated all this, closed his eyes the whole time.

He just flicked his fingers, and the tools flew up and retracted on their own, like a gory rendition of a marionette.

When the autopsy was over, Mentor Kaz clapped his hands gently, instantly breaking the coagulated "time" on the corpse, and the plasma mixed with pus rushed out of the skeletal muscles, overflowing the flattened skin, and dripped down the black leather onto the floor tiles of the morgue.

"Cullom, come here." Kaz's voice rang out.

The head of a short boy appeared above the corpse, and he looked at the bright red puddle in front of him, without the slightest discomfort, and even exclaimed "Wow".

"Filling the brain tissue, cleaning up the plasma and pus, and re-perfusing the antiseptic gel are all called Hayden ...... Oh, he's gone, call the guy next door to come over and heal the wound. I'll get someone to come and carry the body away. ”

With that, Mentor Kaz opened his eyes, as if the person who had just disposed of the corpse was not him, but some marionette controlled by him.

His slightly cloudy eyes clearly reflected everything on the conveyor belt, but there was no unusual emotion.

He has been doing this work for many years, dissecting friends, students, and enemies. He had thought that unless it was Gorsa who appeared on the conveyor belt, he would not be surprised if anyone died.

After explaining the apprenticeship, Kaz turned and walked out of the morgue.

As he left, something small in the room shook slightly, as if gently pulled by a thin thread.

Soon, however, the disturbing commotion ceased as the door to the Scarlet Chamber closed.

Cullom respectfully watched Kaz leave, then rolled up his sleeves and excitedly began to clean up the mess.

The cleanup was completed without a hitch, and he began to inject gel into Nick's stump, which replaced blood and other flowing tissues in the body, allowing the body to plump up again.

This was followed by a crucial step, which required the brain to be reinserted into Nick's two halves of his skull.

But when he pulled out an artificial skull from a box, he looked a little nervous.

He tried to keep his face strained, but his eyes fluttered but revealed his true emotions.

An artificial skull is inserted, the skull is closed, and it is fixed with simple sutures.

This set of movements is only slightly sluggish than it was just now.

Soon after, an unfamiliar face appeared, with a helpless expression, and unleashed several repairs on the corpse that Cullom had pieced together.

Then he nodded at Cullom with the same dejected expression, signaled that he was done, and left the morgue listlessly.

And Kulom, who had been standing by and watching, suddenly sighed silently after the stranger left.

……

The scene stops, and Thor begins to struggle to break free of Nick's body.

However, he had only just exerted himself before he severed the connection with Nick.

After choosing the locator, everything was very different from before, the once difficult walking, powerful enemies, and terrifying mental interference became much easier.

When the fog of sorcery knowledge is cleared by the mighty powers, all that remains is principles and rules.

Thor leaves Nick's body and returns to himself.

He then got up from the ground and asked the four consciousnesses, "How do you guys look over here?" ”

When he entered Nick's corpse just now, he deliberately asked the diary not to pass on what he saw to a few consciousnesses, but to let them study and discuss it alone in an isolated space.

This time, the first one to write was Herman.

Herman: [I didn't parse anything out......]

Well, Herman belongs to the action school wizard apprentice, and it is difficult for him to study the fluctuation laws and connotation information of the spirit body.

But then Thor didn't receive any good news, and Morton and Agudu sent messages too briefly to parse the real content.

Thor didn't continue to ask, the remaining one is an complex of multiple consciousnesses, which has just taken shape recently, and self-awareness needs to be perfected. Thor didn't think about how fast Ann's mind could spin.

"I have a clue on my side, but if I want to track down the real mastermind, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort." Thor sighed as well.

Cullom, who succeeded him in the morgue, is still only a first-class apprentice. And judging from the look on his face when he acted, he was a little nervous, but not afraid.

Nine times out of ten, it's just taking bribes and helping people do things.

But the good news is that Thor can still find out who is actually touching Cullom.

As long as he is under the title of Gorsa's mentor, if Cullom dares to hesitate, Thor admires his courage!

But in any case, the caution of the mastermind behind the scenes frightened him.

There are two or three people in each of the turnovers, and probably more than that.

Thor had some wavering before, was their target just themselves?

But after a series of investigations, he could only smile, "I'm not worthy." ”

Who knew that at this time, Ann, who was the least hopeful, took the initiative to come out.

Ann: [Master~ I seem to have deciphered the meaning of this mental fluctuation. 】

Agu: [!] 】

Morton: [!] 】

Gorman: ?【?】 】

Each of the three consciousnesses has a punctuation mark, which expresses their surprise very well.

Thor didn't expect Ann to decipher it. Although Ann's tone didn't sound very sure, Thor, who had already seen the Wraith's abilities, thought that this tone was a kind of show-off.

A flash of interest flashed in his eyes, "Tell me about it." ”

Ann: ["Break it", that's the sentence. 】

Very simple signal.

Thor raised his hand and groped his chin, a movement he likes to do whenever he thinks.

Herman: [Break it?] What kind of control is this? 】

Morton: [No, that seems to be what I mean. 】

Agu: [It is true that it is difficult to reason from the unknown, but it is easy to know the answer and then extrapolate. If you use this information to push back the story...... At the very least, the inverse equation is successful. 】

Ann: [Hee~]

Thor didn't bother to do the math anymore, he trusted Morton and Agu's experience and calculations. But he wondered why Ann was able to deduce this result.

"How did you do that?"

Ann hesitated in the face of Thor's question.

Ann: [uh...... If I say that I ran out of memory, do you believe me, master? 】

Anben thought that Thor would hesitate somewhat, but he didn't expect him to raise his eyebrows and ask her in turn, "Letter!" Does this memory belong to the wraith, or is it the mutilated spirit? ”

Ann was immediately honest.

[It's an evil spirit.] 】