Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Sorry, I was just reckless."

With a wave of his hand, the Tibetan people in Jianhei apologized neatly.

He neatly made the professor on the opposite stand stiff, and pressed back a series of cursing and critical words that had been brewing in his stomach, as if he was holding it in his throat and couldn't get it out.

Next to him are the elites in the field. He is also a person with status and status, and it is impossible to pull his face down and quarrel with the Tibetan people in Jianhei on the spot.

The professor could only give up with a **** ho, like a **** being pulled up by his neck.

The Tibetan people in Jianhei were even more free and easy, and after self-apologizing, he looked at the sculptures, completely forgetting the conflict just now.

In his eyes, personal dignity and relationship with colleagues are no more important than the variety show to watch tonight to pass the time.

Quarrel with other people's wasteful events is the most boring thing.

It is this kind of character that made the Tibetans in the northeast to be demoted and demoted again and again. This time at the Yokosuka base, it is estimated that it will not take long for the colleagues to be in a mess.

Looking at this sculpture, the Tibetan people in Jianhei were amazed.

"Isn't this Chi Chuan?"

The Tibetan man in the black swung his scalpel in front of the sculpture.

The anatomical units in the Yokosuka base do not have names, introductions, and even the expiration date of production.

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

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

"You know this corpse?"

The professor of Tokyo Medical University looked at the Tibetan man in black with strange eyes, and dissecting his acquaintance was a complicated thing.

He once dissected the body of his youngest son and committed suicide by jumping from the rented apartment. Compared with the excellent elder brother, this youngest son was ashamed before his death, and he was so disgraceful after his death.

The professor understood that it was the depressive episode of his younger son, but out of a requirement, he still had to perform a necessary autopsy for such a suicide. Little son who never cared.

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

Seeing his relatives become like this, Jian Hei, the stinky guy, is not feeling well.

Well, although Jian Hei's mouth stinks a bit, he must be feeling bad now. Let's have a drink with him after the meeting.

"I don't know." The Tibetan man in Kuro shook his head and looked at a few professors in Tokyo with full suspicion, "Isn't this a witness to the black magic incident in Meguro district? You don't know the homeless witness who swept the floor?"

It's not that everyone has the ability to remember the memory like the black Tibetans, not to mention that the swelled head is too different from the original appearance, and it is abnormal to recognize it.

Seeing several professors shaking their heads, the Tibetan man smashed his mouth: "Fortunately, the corpse can't speak, otherwise he would have to question whether you are from Tokyo."

This guy.

The psychological quality of anatomical 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 fright at first, Mahei and others immediately entered the state, wondering where to start.

Dissecting this tree requires not only an elegant scalpel, but also a variety of violent tools, such as chainsaws, hammers, and the dense bone hardness is too high for the scalpel to do anything.

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

"Squeak."

"Sawed."

The atmosphere in the autopsy room was very depressing, and the voice sounded like a carpenter making furniture and repairing wood with adzes. He seemed to have the spirit of a country craftsman in a trance, but when he opened his eyes, he felt uneasy.

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

The jagged bones are not only growing outwards, but the inside of the body in the other direction is also the hardest hit area for the bones to take root. I can see that the organs are riddled with holes, and the stomach is overturned.

"Did you find that the bone hardness seems to have increased this time?"

The dissection room has also dissected other experimental subjects, but the appearance has not been so miserable, at most, the scapula spine has undergone a mutation.

"It's a lot harder."

"Well, why the bones are hard is not something we need to consider."

One sentence ended the discussion in the lab.

The well-known experts and professors in the Yokosuka base are somewhat like technicians. They are only responsible for anatomical observation. The real microscopic and cutting-edge process research that is not rumored is all in another laboratory that they do not know about.

The fallen tree happened to be an anatomist in charge of a section, before the Tibetan people decided to start from scratch.

"That's it, it feels good."

Through the gloves, he rolled the skull extending out of his head, looking for a place where he felt good.

Human bones actually have different parts and different hardness. For example, the hardest is the long bone, followed by the skull, and the rib is much weaker. Some fat guys will have bad luck to crush their ribs when they sleep.

After struggling with the skull, Maguro Tibetan's surgical field finally opened.

The mysterious world suddenly unfolded before his eyes.

"Let me see what a treasure boy you are."

Saying that, the scalpel went under the cortex, looking around the dissection room, the speed of the black Tibetans was not the fastest.

Even the relatively hard skull was sawed open, and the anatomists in charge of other parts did not make much effort.

"Pfft."

"Um?"

Observing the situation inside the skull, the Tibetan man's eyes narrowed, his breathing increased for a second, and then he started his work without any hesitation.

The tight base runs all night long. Even if there is a tenth magnitude earthquake in Tokyo, the first rescue will be here, not the Imperial Palace or the National Assembly Hall~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Several doctors from the anatomy team rubbed it. Rubbing his palms, he sighed and ate and rested.

It was another fruitless day. Although this Chi Chuan corpse had a strange distortion, it was not fundamentally different from the unit that had been dissected before.

Speaking of which, after communicating with other anatomical groups, they have not found any rules to follow for the aberrations of these creatures. The source of the aberrations is not fixed, and the changes that occur are irregular. It’s just that God randomly throws dice and willfully throws the dice. The human body twists into strange shapes.

"What about the black?"

"Go to see the sea."

The Tibetan people in Jianhei put their hands in their pockets, stepped on the small slope, and looked at the blue water from a distance, and a few seagulls and crows were flying in the sky.

I should have read it right. When he opened the skull, Chi Chuan's head was still beating weakly. Was it a residual neural response, or did Chi Chuan actually have a weak consciousness until that moment?

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