Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Sorry, I was reckless just now."

With a wave of his hand, Jian Hei Tibetan apologized simply and neatly.

He quickly made the opposite professor freeze in place, suppressing a series of curses and criticisms that had been brewing in his stomach, as if he was holding his breath in his throat and couldn't utter it no matter what.

He was surrounded by elite figures in the field, and he himself was a person of status and status, so it was impossible for him to lower his face and quarrel with Jianhei Tibetans on the spot.

The professor could only give up with two hoots, like a cock being pulled up by the neck.

Jian Hei Tibetan was even more free and easy. After apologizing for himself, he looked at the sculptures, completely forgetting the conflict just now.

Personal dignity and relationship with colleagues are not as important to him as watching variety shows to pass the time tonight.

Arguing with others to waste events is the most boring thing.

It is such a character that made Jian Hei Tibetan repeatedly demoted when he was in the Northeast. This time at the Yokosuka base, it is estimated that it will not be long before he will be messed up by his colleagues.

Looking at this sculpture, Jian Hei Tibetans were amazed.

"Isn't this Ikekawa?"

Jian Hei Tibetan waved a scalpel in front of the sculpture.

The anatomical units in the Yokosuka base have no names and introductions, let alone production dates and expiration dates.

In the past few days, their anatomy team has also dissected several yellow, white, and black people. These people may have their own stories in life, but after death, they all become human body books with similar content. Disintegration of new books?

Most of these human body books are due to the different methods of death, and the content of the books has changed from mathematics (1) to (2) and (3).

"You recognize this corpse?"

The professor of Tokyo Medical University looked at Jian Hei Tibetan with strange eyes, dissecting his acquaintance is a complicated matter.

He once dissected the body of his youngest son, and committed suicide by jumping from the rented apartment building. Compared with his outstanding elder brother, this youngest son was ashamed in life, and he was also so shameless after death.

The professor knew that it was the younger son's depression attack, but out of requirements, he still had to perform the necessary autopsy on this kind of suicide. This autopsy was requested by him and he performed it himself. It was also the first time he touched himself at such a close distance. The youngest son who never cared.

Could this person named Chi Chuan also be a relative of Jian Hei?

Seeing his relatives become like this, Jian Hei, the smelly guy, must feel uncomfortable.

Hey, although Jian Hei's mouth is a bit stinky, but I'm definitely not feeling well right now, let's go have a drink with him after the meeting.

"I don't know." The Jianguro Tibetan shook his head, looked at a few professors in Tokyo with full suspicion, "Isn't this an eyewitness to the black magic incident in Meguro District? Things reversed, and then the reputation Don’t you know the homeless witness who swept the floor?”

Not everyone has the same photographic memory as Jianhei Tibetans, not to mention that the swollen head is too different from the original appearance, and it is not normal to be able to recognize it.

Seeing several professors shaking their heads, Jian Hei Tibetan said, "Fortunately, the corpse can't speak, otherwise he would have to question whether you are from Tokyo."

This guy.

The psychological quality of anatomy experts is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially forensic doctors, who have come into contact with some strange corpses over the years.

After the slight discomfort due to shock at the beginning, Jian Hei and the others immediately entered the state, wondering where to start.

Dissecting this tree requires not only elegant scalpels, but also various violent tools, such as chainsaws, hammers, and dense bones that are too hard for scalpels to do anything.

Holding an electric hand saw, the shadow of the white coat reflected on the wall looks like a crazy butcher. The scene is terrifying.

"Squeak."

"Saw off."

The atmosphere in the dissecting room is very depressing. The voice sounds like a carpenter is making furniture and repairing the wood with an adze. There is a bit of country craftsman spirit in a trance, but it makes people uneasy when they open their eyes.

"Tsk, the muscle tissue in the body is completely useless."

The jagged bones not only grow outward, but also the inside of the body in the other direction is the hardest hit area for the bones to take root. The organs are riddled with holes and the stomach is overwhelmed.

"Have you noticed that the bone hardness seems to have increased this time?"

The dissecting room has also dissected other experimental subjects, but the appearance is not so miserable, at most, there are mutations in the scapula and spine.

"It's a lot harder."

"Okay, why the bones harden is not something we need to consider."

One sentence stopped the discussion in the laboratory.

Experts and professors who are well-known outside the Yokosuka base are a bit like technicians. They are only responsible for anatomical observations. The truly microscopic and cutting-edge scientific research processes that are not rumored are all in another laboratory that they do not know.

The felled tree happened to be in charge of a section by an anatomist, before Jian Hei Tibetan decided to start from scratch.

"That's all, it feels good."

Through the glove, he rolled the skull extending from the head, looking for a place with a good hand feel.

In fact, human bones have different parts and hardness. For example, the long bones are the hardest, followed by the skull, and the ribs are much weaker. Some fat people will have their ribs broken when they are unlucky while sleeping.

After a difficult struggle with the skull, Jian Hei Tibetan's surgical field was finally opened.

The mysterious world suddenly unfolded before his eyes.

"Show me what a treasure boy you are."

Speaking of the scalpel, it went under the cortex. Looking around the dissecting room, the black Tibetans were not the fastest.

Even the relatively hard skull was sawed open, and the anatomist in charge of other parts did not work hard.

"Pfft."

"Um?"

Observing the situation inside the skull, Jian Hei Tibetan's gaze was fixed, and after a second of panting, he continued to work without hesitation.

The strict base is running all night long. Even if a magnitude 10 earthquake occurs in Tokyo, it will be the first place to be rescued, not the Imperial Palace or the National Assembly Hall.

Several doctors from the anatomy group rubbed their palms, sighed and ate and rested.

It was another fruitless day. Although this Chichuan corpse had a weird distortion, it was not fundamentally different from the unit that had been dissected.

Speaking of which, after communicating with other anatomy groups, they have not found any rules to follow for the distortion of these creatures. The source of the distortion is not fixed, and the changes occur irregularly. It is just that God just rolled the dice at will and willed The human body twisted into strange shapes.

"What about Jianhei?"

"Going to see the sea."

The black Tibetan man put his hands in his pockets, stepped on the small slope, and looked at the blue water from a distance. Several seagulls and crows were flying in the sky.

There should be no mistake. When he opened the skull, Chi Chuan's head still beat slightly. Is it a residual nervous reaction, or did Chi Chuan actually have a weak consciousness until that moment?

Looking back at the base, a series of red sirens suddenly sounded!