Yang Yi carried the bucket all the way to the window on the fourth floor, at first he was not very proficient in his movements, but when he talked to Sun Xiaohao, he crawled for a while, and then continued to practice climbing the wall level, doing it a few more times, and practicing the use of his claws more and more flexibly. At this time, if someone sees it, they will stammer and think that there is a humanoid koala with a high pouting butt on the wall, because Yang Yi's movements are really similar to that kind of Australian animal, and even the bucket on his back has the meaning of carrying a small koala, but compared to the koala's always slow movements, Yang Yi's movements are very agile and fast.

When they came to the window on the fourth floor, they had to be shrouded in that thick fog, although they didn't dare to touch themselves as Yang Yi thought, and stretched their heads in, like a mainstay to split the black fog in two, but it felt like they were plunging headlong into the sewage of the gutter, which was really uncomfortable.

Yang Yi sniffed in pain, the strong rancid smell was really impossible to ignore, like walking into a huge garbage dump or a workshop fermenting with kojimold, and the sky was full of foul smell.

I am very grateful to Sun Xiaohao, this little boy generously gave himself a red scarf to cover his face, whether it has an actual covering effect or not, but at least it makes people feel much better psychologically.

The probe looked inside, and sure enough, it was the dissection room judged by the bell. The dissecting room looked very clean, with a total of sixteen fluorescent lamps embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the entire dissection room as bright as day. To the left is a row of metal freezers, and around the other circles are cabinets with glass doors that hold medicines and instruments. In the center are two dissecting tables that give people a cold feeling, on the left dissecting table is a disemboweled female corpse, and next to the one on the right is a young man, who is doing dissection and identification work.

The forensic doctor looked very young, about twenty-three or fourteen years old at most, and the expression on his face was quite focused, but his dress and temperament were not at all like the rigorous and old-fashioned forensic doctor who dealt with dead people all day long in Yang Yi's imagination.

Yang Yi himself is a half-tone nursing student, and in order to become a qualified forensic doctor, he must have a serious and serious scientific attitude, and provide a series of strict and rigorous evidence for the case, such as forensic pathological identification, forensic clinical identification, forensic psychiatric identification, forensic physical evidence identification, and forensic toxicology identification, etc., and at the same time, he must learn basic medicine, clinical medicine, forensic science, legal theory, human anatomy, pathology, internal medicine, surgery, criminal investigation techniques, forensic pathology, forensic toxicology, Forensic clinical science, forensic physical evidence, forensic psychiatry, forensic toxicology analysis, and a series of complex and systematic disciplines. To be honest, this is not done by people, once you cultivate into a qualified forensic doctor, you don't have much popularity, either like a tightly functioning machine, or like a living corpse crawling out of a grave. Don't expect him to give you a warm feeling, it's good if he doesn't say a few hard words to upset people's appetite or make people want to rush to the bathroom and vomit.

And the one in front of him, with a ponytail combed on the back of his head, and a few strands of coffee on his tail and forehead, are more like a hippie than a forensic doctor. He was wearing a forensic white lab coat, but he wore a colorful silk scarf around his neck, and the bright shirt exposed at the cuffs of the white coat showed that he was definitely not a good man.

This person is extremely handsome, and his eyebrows are picturesque and pleasing to the eye, except for a pair of slightly oblique peach blossom eyes that look a little evil, close to perfection!

When all his facial features were combined to form a beautiful face, Yang Yi could only give a two-word evaluation of his temperament and appearance: demonic!

It's so demonic, it's a living demon!

Compared with his star-like appearance, he can no longer have a demonic temperament, but what this person does is full of cooking the scenery like a crane burning a piano.

He wears rubber gloves on both his left and right hands, and holds a scalpel in his left hand, a coconut bread in his left hand, and a scalpel in his right hand that is cutting into a thigh.

That's right, it's indeed a thigh, and it's a rotten, stinky, pus-dripping thigh. In the background is a disemboweled female corpse revealing various organs.

Looking at its shape, Yang Yi could fully imagine how disgusting it would be to face it, because he was already feeling sick from such a distance.

But the man didn't care, the scalpel in his left hand moved over, and he opened his mouth to bite into the coconut bread inserted on it, chewing it with relish, while the scalpel in his right hand continued to cut and pull in the broken leg, and despite the pus and blood flowing everywhere, the carrion peeled off like tofu, until two thin pieces of musculature were cut out from the depths and placed in the observation vessel, and this disgusting step came to an end.

He chewed bread with a nonchalant face, and incubated the cut tissue with saline and other medicines, intending to observe further. Yang Yi looked behind the window, but he only felt a surge in his stomach, Zhu Shanhua's exquisite dinner, including the Coke that the eldest brother of the Shi family bought later, were all in the stomach, all of them rushed to the pass, and they almost broke through the pass in one step.

It took all his strength to suppress this disgusting feeling like turning over the river and the sea, Yang Yi's admiration for the person in front of him reached its peak, which cow is so bullish?

Vaguely saw a sign on this person's chest, and Yang Yi looked at it with all his might. In the night, I saw that Yang Yi's eyes suddenly turned black, and the pupils of the demon rapidly enlarged and contracted, the smallest shrunk like a pinhole, and the largest time it filled the entire eye, and there was a slight glow, which was completely weird and terrifying.

Anxious to see the sign clearly, Yang Yi didn't notice these himself, and it was only after seeing the word Luo Luo written on it that his pupils returned to normal. However, from such a long distance, he could see the font the size of a fingernail on the sign, and Yang Yi still knew that he was afraid that he would become more and more demonic.

The next moment, I saw that the forensic man named Luo Luo had a focused expression completely different from his demonic temperament, and re-sampled the cultivated muscle tissue with a scalpel, put it on a glass slide, and then put the glass slide under the microscope to look at it. Of course, in the process, he never forgot to bite into the coconut bread stuck in the scalpel in his left hand.

After that, he kept looking at the microscope, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more suspicious the look on his face became, and at the end of the day, he showed a completely shocked face.

Yang Yi was lying outside the window, and through Luo Luo's face, he also felt that feeling of panic and uneasiness. What did Forensic Doctor Luo see to make this person who was a corpse behind him and a broken leg in front of him and nibbled on bread as if nothing had happened?

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Everyone said that "Heavy" was good, but unfortunately it was just applauded, and I felt quite impatient.

But it doesn't matter, it's good if someone likes it. Anyway, I just write things for fun, and if I can make people like them, I feel happy.

Oh, I still hope that everyone will support more, recommend more collections, and affirm my efforts, thank you for your efforts~