Plague Doctor

The tiny storage tank was filled with formalin and a pile of broken debris was soaked in it.

This is a typical falling dead body, and the falling floor should be fairly tall, and the body has been completely broken, just barely assembled into a human body. It seemed to be the head landing, the skulls cracked and twisted away, pulling the shape only on the already highly shriveled flesh.

Since the time of death was not long and the disposal was timely, the remains were not very corrupt and were fresh except for a few swollen stomachs that rotted into pieces.

This freshness also makes corpses scarier...

Two thin and discernible objects of the eye float over the skull, giving rise to an unspeakable chill.

“Hmm...” Although Cai Zixuan had just come out of the anatomy room before coming here, looking at the body was still struck by the sight.

Sun Yuheng and Liu Hong also knew that they had previously dissected relatively intact remains, and that hundreds of remains in this storage room may all look like this dilapidated and crippled...

Blank, still blank. Gu Jun looked heavily, but what little light was pouring in front of him was the illusion of this blank touch...

“Gu Jun, how are you?” Wang Ruoxianmei asked, feeling that the remains were a little inappropriate at this time, but could not clearly understand.

“Come on, keep driving.” Gu Jun and she put down the cover plate in her hand, walked to the storage tank next to her, and lifted the cover plate to open it. It was also filled with fuzzy flesh from formalin, and the various body tissues folded in confusion.

Unlike the twist disorder in patients with Isobronchiasis, it is a disintegrating clutter that cannot be regrouped after pulverization.

Gu Jun's heart's touch is stronger, his heart rate is accelerating, and his heartbeat is pounding in his consciousness...

“Next!” He said, opening another storage tank next to Wang Ruoxiang again.

The smell of formalin in the storage room grew more intense and a storage tank was opened, revealing a shattering remains.

Everyone doesn't understand what Gu Jun is doing, but there are unspeakable weirdness around him, but they can all feel it.

“Empty, empty.” Gu Jun muttered, having seen one and then another body, the heart rate was a little hard, “these… are empty shells. ”

An empty shell? An electric light flashed so suddenly in his mind that it broke the mist. He understood this nothingness even more...

These bodies have no soul, no trace of the soul ever inhabited.

Is it because the nervous system of the corpse is completely atrophied, and every nerve cell is already dead?

Or did it fall from height, and with the immense pain of relief, everything was like a dream?

Unlike normal remains, there are always traces, all of them pure flesh and blood rot, as if they had never been... this is the kind of void.

“Ah." As soon as Gu Jun figured it out, his head was hurting. The touch was gradually condensing into a hallucination, but it was not yet a shaping illusion.

He's not connected enough with the phantoms… if it was before, he didn't have the ability to grasp them.

But now, he doesn't panic to concentrate his mental strength, so that he can use his supersensory skills, try to shield his other senses, and focus all his mental energy on the “sound” of the illusion. He seems to hear... thunder.

In that instant, Gu Jun felt himself drifting away from the morgue and into an illusion.

There was a dull thunder, like the sky collapsing, causing his heart to shrink in a creepy way.

In the dark night sky there was heavy rain, loose rotten soil was washed away by rain, some fell into a deep pit with water...

He immediately saw that there was a coffin buried in the pit, and the dirt was dug up.

It's an ancient wooden coffin that has rotted many times, and the wood turns into a strange layer of brown and black, with some unknown engravings on it.

All of a sudden, a bang, one hand resting on the coffin from above...

This hand is lean as a skeleton, wrinkled skin is covered with clumps of fungus, dead fingers are like paws, and several blood vessels that can be seen outside the plaque on the back of the hand are bursting and appear to be flowing with black blood.

What creature is this...? It has no cuticular cortex, not the kind of alien that ravages the alien world...

Gu Jun wanted to see the body to which this hand belonged, but could not see it due to a restricted perspective. This impatience also caused the illusion to shake a little.

Steady, steady. He remembered what Grandpa Tong taught him to calm down, not to try to see a picture clearly, but to feel the illusion itself.

To understand that confusion is either to sort it out, or confusion is chaos.

Boom, another thunderbolt, some chaos suddenly swept through his mind.

Skewed signs, dancing crows, blurred inscriptions, drifting rain, dark skies, withered old trees, falling old headstones.

This is a cemetery...

Rainwater continued to wash, a grave pit was emptied, the coffin was pulled out, lying beside the tombstone, and the coffin cover was thrown aside.

Just around the coffin, a few strange figures lay on the coffin, is it human... there are human beings with heads, limbs and torso, obscure, but that strange hand just now definitely belongs to this kind of creature...

Both their hands and heads penetrated into the dark coffin, and sounds came out, like... the sound of chewing...

Suddenly, Gu Jun's head hurts again. He sees a very dirty, vicious and chilling scene. This creature's vague and ugly face is reflected in his mind. He grabs what rots in his hands and stuffs it in his mouth, and the rotting liquid drops in his mouth...

In its hands, there is something that is silent, cloudy, and seems to be staring directly at him.

It's a rotten eyeball.

The scene burst into his head, the pain and dizziness drowned him immediately, and he almost screamed out!

Now he understands what this creature is, he understands a lot.

“Gu Jun, Gu Jun!? ”

“No, my lips are purple. It's like a myocardial infarction. We have to rescue them now! ”

The sound of a nervous call gradually came back, pulling Gu Jun's spirit back from that nightmarish vision.

“Ah...” Gu Jun took a breath and the scene became clear before he found himself lying on the side of the storage trough, so close to the broken remains in the trough that he could even see the dried up blood vessels and nerves.

Wang Ruoxiang was holding him in a hurry: “Call someone! ”

When Cai Zixuan and the others were going to act urgently, Gu Jun gasped: “I'm fine, no need... that's why I'm here...”

He stood up forcefully and said to the confused people: “The specific situation involves confidentiality, I can't say more..."

“Are you sure you're okay?” That's all Wang Ruoxiang asked, "sit down for a while. ”

“No, I have to report to Professor Qin... you guys cover these storage tanks. ”

Gu Jun nodded at them and walked outside the storage room. His body was still shaking a little, but the sooner he walked, the sooner he got up.

Although his mental state has become very poor and empty after seeing this illusion, he knows a number of things.

The remains of nightmare patients are empty shells without any trace of soul.

He suspected that their souls had been sacrificed to another being. Not erased, but swallowed. Their souls are food.

They were called away, and they were calling for something.

These blank, rotten bodies are another kind of food.

Gu Jun looked calm, ignored the admin's uncle's suspicious greetings, and walked fast through the corridor.

He looked at the system panel in his mind - the abyss task on the task list that had been around for a long time, but had not had access to the relevant information before.

[Abyss Mission: Complete the autopsy of 1 dead ghost within a week. Task Reward: Unknown]

The creature in the cemetery illusion was a ghost.