Global Apocalypse: Awakening the Soul-Swallowing Talent at the Beginning

Yongcheng, a secret underground research institute somewhere.

The entire underground space was covered with expensive sound insulation materials, and the smell of disinfectant was so thick that it seemed to have taken root in the air.

Zhen Naihe shrank her neck, being sandwiched between two men in black, and stumbled forward.

After twisting and turning for an unknown amount of time, the three of them finally stopped in front of a heavy metal door.

One of the men in black took two steps forward and whispered something to the monitor next to the door. After a moment, the metal door slowly opened.

There was wind blowing out from the crack in the door, and Zhen Naihe couldn't help but take a breath.

Immediately, it seemed as if a big hand suddenly grasped his stomach, and waves of vomiting came over him like waves.

The smell of blood.

It was the smell of blood that no amount of disinfectant could cover up.

Even though Zhen Nai is a forensic doctor and has been practicing for decades, she has never smelled such a strong smell of blood.

Zhen Nai was vomiting so much that it took her a long time to straighten up.

He trembled and said to the man in black:

"You two gentlemen, where exactly is this place?"

The man in black did not answer Zhen Naihe's question, but said in a stiff tone:

"After you get in, do your job well. If you don't do it well, your life will be lost. Are you clear?!"

"Hey! It's clear, it's clear..."

Zhen Naihe had a grimace on his face, and the legs he stepped forward felt like he was stepping on cotton.

The space inside the door is not small. At first glance, it looks like an operating room.

Many utensils of unknown purpose were placed around, and a metal bed lay horizontally in the center.

There is an old man tied to the bed.

Although his hair is gray, he is full of energy and is yelling and cursing at the moment.

There was a group of white coats surrounding the bed.

Seeing Zhen Naihe come in, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses smiled and waved:

"Your Excellency Zhen Naihe, I am Ishii Sangun, I am very happy to meet you."

It's Sakura people.

The uneasiness in Zhen Naihe's heart quickly spread:

"Mr. Ishii Saninu, what do you want me to do?"

Ishii Sangu pointed to the old man on the metal bed, and then pointed to the neatly stacked knives beside the bed.

"I heard that your anatomy skills are excellent, and you are one of the best among the forensic doctors in Yongcheng."

"So, I want to ask you to dissect this old man!"

After saying that, Ishii Sangun bowed slightly to Zhen Naihe.

Zhen Nai suddenly felt her head buzzing.

"You, you mean, let me dissect him?"

"That's right!"

"But he is a living person! I am a forensic doctor, I only dissect corpses..."

Ishii Sanken raised his head with a sick smile on his face:

"I believe in your anatomy skills. There is not much difference between a living person and a corpse."

"How can it be that there is not much difference!"

Zhen Naihe felt suffocated, and her stomach, which had finally calmed down, was churning again.

"You, you want me to kill someone!"

"No, no, no." Ishii Sanken shook his head repeatedly:

"During the autopsy process, please make sure that this old man is alive."

"What?!"

Zhen Naihe retched again due to extreme fear.

"What's the difference between doing this and 'Lingchi'?!"

"Ah, yes, yes, it's 'Ling Chi'!" Ishii Sanken's face flushed with excitement:

"My Chinese is not very good, please forgive me."

"I invite you here this time just for the sake of the old man 'Ling Chi'!"

"Because only by making him feel extreme pain can this prop be effective."

Ishii Sandog moved his body, revealing the props behind him.

It was a clay statue the size of a palm.

Wearing Sakura-style clothes, squinting eyes and crooked mouth, looking ugly.

Although Zhen Naihe could not see the specific attributes of the clay statue, her heart skipped several beats just by staring at it for a few seconds.

This thing is so evil!

“I don’t do it, I can’t do it!!”

Zhen Naihe took two steps back and wanted to escape.

Someone in a white coat yelled: "Baga, if you don't work, you will die!"

"Dead, dead!"

"I will die! If I were to torture and kill my compatriots, I cannot do such a sinful thing!" Zhen Naihe seemed to be aroused and roared in response.

A cold light flashed in Ishii Sanken's eyes, and he sneered:

"Your Excellency is so brave, I admire you!"

"But please don't forget, if I can invite you here, I will definitely be able to bring your family with me."

"Li Luo, she should be your precious daughter, right?"

Having said that, Ishii Saninu took out a tablet.

The live broadcast above shows a mother and daughter being tied up.

Zhen Naihe's pupils shrank, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably as if he was electrocuted.

"I have divorced Li Wuke! Li Luo has been sentenced to her mother, and they have nothing to do with me!"

"Oh——" Ishii Sangu said in a long voice:

"If that's the case, there's no need to keep it."

"Tojo-kun, please kill them all."

Seeing someone in the white coat was about to leave, Zhen Naihe hurriedly shouted:

"Don't, don't hurt them! I will do it, I will do it!!"

Ishii Sandog grinned and became polite again:

"Then please start quickly, Your Excellency."

Zhen Naihe took three trembling steps and slowly moved towards the metal bed.

The gear rotated, and the bed began to change its angle, leading the old man to straighten up little by little.

"Let me go, I still have a grandson, don't associate with those beasts..."

The old man saw Zhen Naihe's face clearly and begged sadly.

Zhen Naihe hesitated again, and the hand reaching for the knife stopped in mid-air.

"idiot!"

A roar came from the white coat.

Ishii Sannu pushed up his glasses and said with a smile:

"Time is precious, think about your daughter."

Zhen Naihe choked up.

He felt like a complete coward.

"I'm sorry, sir, they threatened me with my daughter. I really have no choice..."

The scalpel felt cold, cutting off the old man's body temperature.

Zhen Naihe opened the skin mechanically,

Blood seeped out and screams were heard.

Ishii Sannu gasped with excitement, as if what was happening in front of him would make him reach the top of the mountain and be extremely happy!

He kept praising Zhen Naihe's anatomy skills.

The old man's shrill screams never stopped.

The ugly clay sculpture began to change.

Black and red lines appear vaguely on its surface, twisting and wriggling like earthworms.

The volume of the clay sculptures has also expanded imperceptibly, and the details of the characters' faces have become more refined.

"Kill me! Kill me!!"

The old man was like a trapped animal, and every syllable he shouted tore at Zhen Naihe's soul.

Zhen Naihe could only keep apologizing and then stabbing her.

It seems that the progress is too slow.

Ishii Sanken took two steps forward, pinched Zhen Naihe's neck like a chicken, and urged:

"Not enough, not enough!"

"Places like ears and nose are places that won't bleed heavily after being cut off. Try it now!"

"The next step is to open his belly and take out his intestines!"

"Be sure to move gently, don't let him die, otherwise, your baby girl will not survive, hehehe..."

"Yes, yes, that's it. Come here, bring a mirror and put it in front of the old man!"

"I want him to appreciate it! Appreciate how he is being dissected bit by bit!"

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