Plague Doctor

The small storage tank was filled with formalin, and a pile of tattered remains were soaked in it.

This is the body of a typical person who died after falling from a building, and the floor he fell from should be quite high. The body is completely broken into pieces and can only be pieced together into a human body. It seemed that his head hit the ground, and his skull was shattered and twisted. Only the highly atrophied skin and flesh were still holding the shape.

Because the death was not long ago and the body was processed in a timely manner, the body was not very decayed. Except for the rotten abdomen, which was slightly swollen, the rest of the body was very fresh.

This freshness also makes the corpse more terrifying...

Two things that could still be vaguely identified as eyeballs floated on top of the skull, giving people an indescribable chill.

"Well..." Although Cai Zixuan had just come out of the autopsy room before coming here, he was still visually shocked when he looked at the body.

Sun Yuheng and Liu Hong also knew that the remains they had dissected were relatively intact, and the hundreds of remains in this storage room might all be in this messy and mutilated state...

Blank, still blank. Gu Jun looked at it with a serious face, but there was something faint gleaming in front of his eyes, which was the illusion of touching this blank space...

"Gu Jun, how are you?" Wang Ruoxiang asked with a frown. At this time, she also felt that there was something wrong with the body, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Come on, keep driving." Gu Jun put down the cover in his hands with her, walked to the storage tank next to him, lifted the cover again and opened it. Inside was another pile of fuzzy flesh and blood in formalin, and the various body tissues were in chaos. Ground overlap.

Different from the tangled disorder of patients with heterozygous disease, this is a fragmented mess that cannot be reassembled after being shattered.

The touching feeling in Gu Jun's heart became stronger, his heart rate also accelerated, and the pounding sound of his heartbeat appeared in his consciousness...

"Next one!" he said, and he and Wang Ruoxiang opened another storage tank next to it.

The smell of formalin in the storage room became stronger and more pungent, and the storage tanks were opened one by one, revealing the broken remains.

No one understood what Gu Jun was doing, but they could vaguely feel the indescribable weirdness surrounding them.

"Empty, empty." Gu Jun murmured, looking at the bodies of one body after another, his heart rate was so fast that it was uncomfortable, "These... are all empty shells."

Empty shell? A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his heart, breaking through the fog, and he understood this emptiness even more...

These corpses have no souls and no trace of the souls that once lived there.

Is it because the corpse's nervous system has completely atrophied, and every nerve cell has long since died?

Or is it because of falling from a height, with the huge pain that brings relief, everything seems to be shattered like a dream?

Unlike normal remains that always have some traces, they are all a pile of pure flesh and blood, as if they have always been like this... This is that kind of blankness.

"Ah." As soon as Gu Jun figured it out, his head started to hurt, and the touching feeling was gradually condensing into an illusion, but it was not yet an illusion that could be formed.

His connection with the illusion was not strong enough... In the past, he would not have been able to grasp these glimpses.

But now, he calmly gathered his mental power, used the skills of supersensory perception, tried his best to block out his other senses, and focused all his mental power on the "voice" of the illusion. He seemed to hear Here we go…thunder.

In an instant, Gu Jun felt that he had drifted away from the body storage room and entered an illusion.

There was a dull thunder, like the sky was collapsing, which made his heart shrink in horror.

It rained violently under the dark night sky. The loose rotten soil was washed away by the rain, and some fell into a deep pit with the water...

He immediately saw a coffin buried at the bottom of the pit, and the soil had been dug up.

It was an ancient wooden coffin. The wood had rotted in many places, and the color of the wood had turned a strange brown-black color. There were some inexplicable carvings on the coffin.

Suddenly, there was a snap, and a hand was placed on the coffin from above...

This hand was as skinny as a skeleton, with clumps of fungus growing everywhere on the wrinkled skin. The withered fingers and long pointed nails looked like claws, and several blood vessels could be seen besides the bacterial plaque on the back of the hand. They all stood up violently, and black blood seemed to be flowing in their veins.

What kind of creature is this...? It has no horny cortex and is not the kind of alien that wreaks havoc in the alien world...

Gu Jun wanted to see the body where this hand belonged, but he couldn't see it due to the restricted viewing angle. His impatience caused the illusion to shake a little.

Hold on, hold on. He recalled what Tong Ye taught him, to calm down and not try to see a certain picture clearly, but to feel the illusion itself.

To understand chaos is not to organize it so that it is no longer chaos, chaos is chaos.

There was another boom, and some chaotic scenes suddenly surged in his mind.

Crooked street signs, dancing crows, blurred inscriptions, heavy rain, gloomy sky, withered old trees, and fallen old tombstones.

This is a cemetery...

The rain continued to wash away, and a tomb pit was already empty. The coffin inside was pulled out and placed beside the tombstone, and the coffin cover was thrown aside.

Just around the coffin, there are several weird figures lying on the coffin. Are they human beings? They are humanoid creatures with heads, limbs and torsos. They are hazy, but the strange hand just now undoubtedly belongs to this kind of creature. …

Their hands and heads were thrust into the dark coffin, and there was a sound

The sound came out, like...a gnawing sound...

Suddenly, Gu Jun's head felt severe pain again, and he saw an extremely dirty, bad, and chilling scene. The blurry and ugly face of this creature came into his mind. It grabbed something rotten with both hands and stuffed it into its mouth. As it stood, rot dripped from its mouth...

In its hand, there was a silent, turbid thing that seemed to be looking directly at him.

It was a rotten eyeball.

This scene exploded in his head, huge pain and dizziness immediately overwhelmed him, and he almost screamed!

He already understood what this creature was and understood a lot.

"Gu Jun, Gu Jun!?"

"It's not working anymore. My lips are purple. It seems to be myocardial infarction. I need to be rescued immediately!"

The sound of nervous shouting gradually came again, pulling Gu Jun's spirit back from the nightmarish vision.

"Ah..." Gu Jun took a deep breath, and the scene in front of him became clearer. Only then did he realize that he was lying next to the body storage tank. He was so close to the tattered body in the tank that he could even see clearly above it. Dry blood vessels and nerves.

Wang Ruoxiang was supporting him and said urgently: "Hurry up and call someone!"

Just when Cai Zixuan and the others were about to take action urgently, Gu Jun gasped: "I'm fine, no need... This is the purpose of my coming here..."

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

"Are you sure you're fine?" Wang Ruoxiang simply asked, "Sit down for a while first."

"No, I have to report to Professor Qin and the others... You must cover these storage tanks."

After speaking, Gu Jun nodded to them and walked out of the storage room. His body was still a little swaying, but his steps were getting faster and faster.

Although his current mental state has become very poor and empty after seeing this vision, he knows something about the situation.

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

He suspected that their souls had been sacrificed to another being. Not erased, but devoured. Their soul is a kind of food.

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

These blank, decaying flesh are another kind of food.

Gu Jun looked calm, ignored the administrator's suspicious greeting, and walked quickly through the corridor.

He looked at the system panel in his mind - the abyss mission that had been on the mission list for a long time, but had no chance to access relevant information before.

[Abyss Mission: Complete the dissection of a ghoul within a week. Mission reward: unknown]

The creature in the cemetery vision just now is a ghoul.

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