The Anatomy Room Conspiracy: Forensic Taboo Archives

Chapter 359

This blood spot is very toxic, and I felt extremely itchy immediately after touching it, and I even wanted to reach out and scratch it.

The iron donkey was even worse. In fact, he didn't have as many blood spots as I did, but he rolled his eyes immediately, as if he was about to faint.The old cat directly took out the meaning of getting weak, and slowly lay down in the arms of the little weirdo.

I was anxious, afraid that if this continues, wouldn't the three of us be wiped out?I tried to think of a way, but the shame was that after such a brainstorming, I couldn't do it anymore. When my eyes blurred, I also fainted.

But not too long after fainting, I felt a tightness in my neck. When I opened my eyes, I was lying under a tree, and the little monster was holding a rope around my neck.

The iron donkey and the old cat were one step ahead of me and had already been hanged from the tree.

I thought to myself that these dead bodies were all made by little weirdos.I will definitely not be caught without a fight, and at this time he is on the top and I am on the bottom, and I am in a passive position.

I didn't care about that, I stretched out my hand and tore him hard.I haven't cut my fingernails for a while, they are actually quite long, and I tore them quite hard. If I were an ordinary person, I would have already scratched him a few times.

But the little weirdo's skin is too hard, and it's still covered with scales.I tore it a few times to make a rattling sound.I thought about scraping the scales of the fish after buying the fish.

I didn't hurt the little weirdo, not even hurt, but the little weirdo was still angry.

He shook his head again, and a stream of blood ideas floated straight to my face.Now my whole face was itchy, and a small amount of blood stained my lips and nostrils.

I felt a strong sense of nausea, and I accidentally bit my tongue, and blood flowed out of my mouth.

This is a moment of life and death struggle, I don't have the leisure to let the blood in my mouth, and this is the wild, there is no such thing as a fine for spitting.

I opened my mouth bluntly and spat out the blood vigorously.Coincidentally, the little weirdo's face was very close to my mouth, and all the blood was sprayed on his face.

With a wow, he seemed very uncomfortable, and he stopped torturing me, and hurriedly backed away.

I also blamed myself for "retiring" from the special case team for so long, and I forgot about the poisonous blood.
I used my shameless strengths to prevent the little monster from escaping. I stretched out my hands and put my arms around his head, and yelled at it again.

In fact, this little blood is nothing, I can only torture the little monster a few times, and the conditions are really not allowed, otherwise I would make a blood bag, draw out [-] Xixi's blood, and throw it all on the little monster's face.

The little monster is quite strong, and he was definitely forced by me. He suddenly broke free from my hands with all his strength.

It stopped fighting, turned its head and wanted to run away, but this funny thing forgot that there was a tree behind it, so he turned his head and ran in a hurry, and actually hit the tree trunk.

I saw that the tree shook, and the little weirdo was a little dizzy, then turned around and knelt down in front of me with a plop.

On the ground not far away, there was a knife belonging to the old cat. I could hook it with my hand, and then took the opportunity to poke at the little weirdo.

The knife was aimed right at the little weirdo's temple, and it went deep with a swish.I can tell from the feel of his hand that his brain was injured, which is a fatal injury.

The little weirdo was trembling all over, his eyes rolled upwards, which was a sign before he died. I was afraid that he would counterattack when he was dying, so I hurriedly let go of the knife and stepped back with two legs.

The little weirdo couldn't bear it at all, and fell to the ground and died.

I suddenly felt like I was a murderer, but I told myself that I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't take this issue too seriously, because both the iron donkey and the old cat were suspended. I prepared the most pessimistic preparations. They are more or less ill, but I can't let them continue to hang.

I can't climb trees.Fortunately, the ropes for hanging them both were tied to the trunk.I found another dagger that had fallen to the ground, and with it aimed at the rope on the trunk, I slashed.

At the moment of isolation, I hurriedly pulled on the rope, so as to prevent the iron donkey and the old cat from falling down quickly.

I chose the opportunity again and let go of the rope one after another. The moment they fell, I ran over to help them.Although he couldn't hug them, especially the iron donkey, he was able to block their falling momentum.

In the end, I put them side by side, and checked their physical signs. The actual situation is relatively optimistic, and they still have a breath.

Probably because of his fatness, the iron donkey's breath was weaker, so I didn't mind responding, so I rode on him and gave him artificial respiration.

I don't know much about this, but when I saw that the iron donkey was about to cough, I quickly stopped the artificial respiration and shrank back.

A puff of froth came out of the iron donkey's mouth, and I secretly called it a fluke, otherwise when I really wanted to talk to each other, wouldn't I drink the froth?

After the iron donkey vomited, his breathing became much easier.I saw that the two of them did not have the characteristics of poisoning, so I was relieved and sat aside and waited.

Within the time of a cigarette, they both woke up.They looked at the surrounding environment, especially the dead body of the little weirdo, and they guessed what happened just now.

Iron donkey gave me a thumbs up, thanking and praising me, but the old cat didn't say anything, but moved to the side of the little weirdo's corpse and stared at it.

I thought to myself that there is something to see, especially the smell here is very strong, and I started to work hard again.

I said to the old cat, "Let's go quickly, no matter where you go, leave first and then talk."

The old cat listened to me, but he carried the little weirdo's body on his back again.Instead of going back the same way, we went deeper.

After walking for a mile like this, the strange smell disappeared, and we all sat and rested.The old cat also put down the little weirdo's body.

I was quite puzzled, and asked the old cat, "Why are you so interested in this corpse?"

The old cat didn't look at me, but still stared at the corpse coldly and asked, "Recall, isn't he very smart?"

I guess the meaning of this sentence is that the old cat wants to say that the little weirdo has super observation skills.

Before I could say anything else, the old cat took out a knife and wanted to dissect the little weirdo.

He must want to see if there is anything weird about this little weirdo's body structure, but dissection is my strong point, so I told the old cat, let him wait, I will do it.

The old cat seemed very anxious, and he kept urging me when I looked for the scalpel in my chest bag.

I quickly got ready, this little weirdo didn't have any clothes on, so I saved my energy and picked him up.I directly entered the knife from his collarbone, and went down vertically, opening his chest and abdomen completely.

I deliberately made a high profile in front of the old cat, after all, I know more about anatomy than he does.I pointed to the stomach of the little weirdo and said what is this and what is this.

But as more and more places were pointed, I was at a loss. The organs of the little monster are different from those of ordinary people. Let’s talk about the lungs. The average person only has two lungs, but the little monster’s lung has a large piece Meat.

What I suddenly thought of was cellulite.The problem is that he has fat on both lungs, and it is very even. I think this is not as simple as a coincidence.

In addition, let's talk about his intestines, there are a bunch of things I don't recognize in the cecum.I cut them off with a scalpel for further observation.

These are spherical meats. I picked one and cut it open, and there was something white like rice grains inside.

The old cat came up with a lot of energy, pointed at this thing specifically, and asked me what it was called?I scolded the little weirdo in my heart, saying that I wanted to play it off, but in the end I became embarrassing.

I snorted a few times, and thought that the old cat didn't know him anyway, so why don't I pick up a random name and get this thing out of the way first.

What name am I trying to come up with?The old cat asked the donkey again, "Brother, do you think this thing looks like an egg case of an insect?"

The iron donkey couldn't answer anything, but I was taken aback for a moment, thinking about the egg case?The old cat's associations are too rich!
The old cat didn't say anything, just took his knife and poked it at the little weirdo's eye socket.His knife is very sharp, it can be said to be a scalpel magnified dozens of times, and it broke the little weirdo's eye sockets and dug out the eyeballs.

The old cat raised its eyeballs and looked up.

I also took a look at it.I haven't learned much about ophthalmology, I only have a preliminary understanding of the structure of the eyeball.

So seeing that the eyeballs are several times larger than normal eyeballs, especially when the whole eyeballs are still a little oval, I have a feeling that I can't tell, and I don't know what kind of weirdness or advantages this kind of eyeballs have over ordinary eyeballs.

The old cat suddenly sneered a few times, glanced at me and the iron donkey, and said he understood.Then he squeezed hard again, cracking the eyeball.

(End of this chapter)