NOVEL NEXT The Reiki Era of the Powerful
Chapter 444 Organs Harvested: Skin
Chapter 444 Organs Harvested: Skin
After the corpse transporter stood up, the first thing he thought of was the corpse.
He tried to move the body to the car, but just as he bent down, he trembled—it seemed that the fall just now made him accidentally slip.
Yan Luge helped him again.
The corpse carrier controlled the cart and slowly pushed it into the preset track.
"Thank you." He said seriously to Yan Lige, his eyes were bright, "Thank you, Sand Technician."
Yan Luge noticed that when he called himself "Sand Technician", he used honorifics.
It was as if there was a world of difference between them.
"It's easy to do." Yan Lvge said, "You're not injured, are you?"
"It's okay, it's okay." The corpse transporter rubbed his painful waist, panting, "I can still work..."
"Do not force."
"Reluctantly? Not reluctantly... I want to be a useful person to the dynasty..." The corpse transporter muttered vaguely, showing half of his yellow teeth, and the mouth that was half missing was suffocating.
While muttering, he secretly looked at Yan Luge.
Yan Luge felt that his gaze was a bit strange: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing... well, I just think that today's sand technician looks different from usual."
Yanluge: "..."
Has his disguise failed again?
Hmm...why do you say again?
"If it was the former sand technician... probably wouldn't come near me." The corpse transporter said, lowering his head and sniffing his sleeve.
Probably due to years of contact with corpses, he himself was infected with an indelible smell of corpses.
Yan Luge expressionless: "I'm in a good mood today."
"That's it..." The corpse transporter lowered his head, muttering as if he wanted to say something, "..."
His voice was too soft - not even "soft", but only moved his lips twice, and nothing came out.
So much so that he didn't even hear the words and songs, what he wanted to say.
"what?"
"It's nothing." The body transporter shook his head, and his voice returned to normal, "it's nothing. Thank you. You - go to work, don't be late."
Yanluge stared at him for a while, and the latter just laughed.
The slanting sunlight flashed across his face when he turned his head, and for a moment his eyes seemed to glow.
But he really didn't seem to want to say anything.
"I'm leaving."
"Well, let's go."
Yanluge left without looking back.
Not far from him, the carts loaded with corpses would also drive into a factory area called "Sorting Room" along the established road.
Yan Lvge saw that in the large sorting room with reinforced concrete structure, there were hundreds of corpse sorters working at different positions.
After the trolley drives in, it will shuttle through the factory building and stop in front of a certain workstation.
Then, a corpse sorter would lift off the blood-stained white cloth, and analyze the residual value of the corpse based on the death information given by the peacock and the condition of the corpse.
Yan Lvge glanced casually, and happened to see the corpse of a man with a swollen abdomen.
"Dead in a teaching accident and died within half an hour. The internal organs are all broken and useless, but the teeth and skin are still usable. First, they will be sent to the anatomy room for removal, and the rest will be sent to the biological fermentation room."
The cart automatically drives away, and the next one comes.On it lay the corpse of an old man who had become stiff.
"He also died in a teaching accident. He died within three hours. There is no price...wait a minute, he has a tumor in his stomach? And it's surprisingly big? Maybe a pharmaceutical company will be interested in his corpse and send it to the specimen room."
Like an assembly line, it's the next one.This time it was the body of a woman, with no visible injuries.
"Dead of cerebral hemorrhage, dead within an hour. What a perfect corpse, hurry to the autopsy room."
The entire sorting room was filled with a strong smell of blood and corpses.
But the body sorters have long been familiar with it.
They do this every day.
In this huge corpse processing factory, they are just an insignificant part of the assembly line.
They work quietly.
Eerily calm.
Yanluge continued to move forward.
He came to a place with a very low temperature and the smell of disinfectant.
Compared with the previous sorting room, there was almost no smell of rotting corpses here, but the smell of blood was stronger, almost comparable to the smell of disinfectant.
Yan Luge glanced at the signboard at the door, it was the "Anatomy Room".
And just as he slowed down, someone in the door waved to him: "Sand Technician, Sand Technician, you are finally here!"
The other party obviously recognized the identity of Yan Lvge's vest.
"Well, I just came." Yan Luge nodded.
"Hurry up and change clothes. There are still 2 minutes, there is still time!" The man pulled Yan Luge and pushed it into the small door on the side.
It is 3:58 in the afternoon.
It seems that the job of this "sand technician" is in this dissecting room, and he will start his job in 2 minutes.
Yan Luge glanced at the attire of the "colleagues" who were already in place, walked into the small room, changed into the same clothes at a normal speed, and walked slowly to the only one that was still vacant. at the work station.
A total of 30 minute and [-] seconds.
He glanced at the things on his workstation. On his left were some sinks, trays, and disinfection supplies, while on his right were surgical knives, scissors and other medical tools. Under the table were stacked low-temperature transport boxes. .
In the blink of an eye, he had already understood his job as a "technician".
Following the example of his "colleague" at the next station, he washed his hands, disinfected them, put on sterile gloves and a mask with a peacock logo on it, and tapped the side of the mask.
A line of fluorescent blue translucent text appeared in the upper right corner of his field of vision.
"Hello, Sand Technician." The anthropomorphic AI Peacock greeted him politely, "It's 4:00 pm, are you ready to start work?"
"let's start."
Not only him, the technicians in the anatomy room seemed to have seen the same words, so they answered in unison.
As the voice fell, the door of the dissection room opened automatically, and one cart after another loaded with corpses filed in, shuttled along the preset track, and finally stopped one by one in front of the technicians' workstations.
Yan Luge looked at the corpse in front of him, it was a man with twisted limbs and a swollen abdomen.
What a coincidence.
They had just "met" a few minutes ago.
"The deceased, V938Y, died in a teaching accident. He died within half an hour. The organs that need to be removed include: teeth and skin." Peacock briefly revealed the work information he needed to know.
The cause of death is described coldly, and the needs are described indifferently, without any emotion.
As if it were an ordinary, trivial job.
(End of this chapter)
After the corpse transporter stood up, the first thing he thought of was the corpse.
He tried to move the body to the car, but just as he bent down, he trembled—it seemed that the fall just now made him accidentally slip.
Yan Luge helped him again.
The corpse carrier controlled the cart and slowly pushed it into the preset track.
"Thank you." He said seriously to Yan Lige, his eyes were bright, "Thank you, Sand Technician."
Yan Luge noticed that when he called himself "Sand Technician", he used honorifics.
It was as if there was a world of difference between them.
"It's easy to do." Yan Lvge said, "You're not injured, are you?"
"It's okay, it's okay." The corpse transporter rubbed his painful waist, panting, "I can still work..."
"Do not force."
"Reluctantly? Not reluctantly... I want to be a useful person to the dynasty..." The corpse transporter muttered vaguely, showing half of his yellow teeth, and the mouth that was half missing was suffocating.
While muttering, he secretly looked at Yan Luge.
Yan Luge felt that his gaze was a bit strange: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing... well, I just think that today's sand technician looks different from usual."
Yanluge: "..."
Has his disguise failed again?
Hmm...why do you say again?
"If it was the former sand technician... probably wouldn't come near me." The corpse transporter said, lowering his head and sniffing his sleeve.
Probably due to years of contact with corpses, he himself was infected with an indelible smell of corpses.
Yan Luge expressionless: "I'm in a good mood today."
"That's it..." The corpse transporter lowered his head, muttering as if he wanted to say something, "..."
His voice was too soft - not even "soft", but only moved his lips twice, and nothing came out.
So much so that he didn't even hear the words and songs, what he wanted to say.
"what?"
"It's nothing." The body transporter shook his head, and his voice returned to normal, "it's nothing. Thank you. You - go to work, don't be late."
Yanluge stared at him for a while, and the latter just laughed.
The slanting sunlight flashed across his face when he turned his head, and for a moment his eyes seemed to glow.
But he really didn't seem to want to say anything.
"I'm leaving."
"Well, let's go."
Yanluge left without looking back.
Not far from him, the carts loaded with corpses would also drive into a factory area called "Sorting Room" along the established road.
Yan Lvge saw that in the large sorting room with reinforced concrete structure, there were hundreds of corpse sorters working at different positions.
After the trolley drives in, it will shuttle through the factory building and stop in front of a certain workstation.
Then, a corpse sorter would lift off the blood-stained white cloth, and analyze the residual value of the corpse based on the death information given by the peacock and the condition of the corpse.
Yan Lvge glanced casually, and happened to see the corpse of a man with a swollen abdomen.
"Dead in a teaching accident and died within half an hour. The internal organs are all broken and useless, but the teeth and skin are still usable. First, they will be sent to the anatomy room for removal, and the rest will be sent to the biological fermentation room."
The cart automatically drives away, and the next one comes.On it lay the corpse of an old man who had become stiff.
"He also died in a teaching accident. He died within three hours. There is no price...wait a minute, he has a tumor in his stomach? And it's surprisingly big? Maybe a pharmaceutical company will be interested in his corpse and send it to the specimen room."
Like an assembly line, it's the next one.This time it was the body of a woman, with no visible injuries.
"Dead of cerebral hemorrhage, dead within an hour. What a perfect corpse, hurry to the autopsy room."
The entire sorting room was filled with a strong smell of blood and corpses.
But the body sorters have long been familiar with it.
They do this every day.
In this huge corpse processing factory, they are just an insignificant part of the assembly line.
They work quietly.
Eerily calm.
Yanluge continued to move forward.
He came to a place with a very low temperature and the smell of disinfectant.
Compared with the previous sorting room, there was almost no smell of rotting corpses here, but the smell of blood was stronger, almost comparable to the smell of disinfectant.
Yan Luge glanced at the signboard at the door, it was the "Anatomy Room".
And just as he slowed down, someone in the door waved to him: "Sand Technician, Sand Technician, you are finally here!"
The other party obviously recognized the identity of Yan Lvge's vest.
"Well, I just came." Yan Luge nodded.
"Hurry up and change clothes. There are still 2 minutes, there is still time!" The man pulled Yan Luge and pushed it into the small door on the side.
It is 3:58 in the afternoon.
It seems that the job of this "sand technician" is in this dissecting room, and he will start his job in 2 minutes.
Yan Luge glanced at the attire of the "colleagues" who were already in place, walked into the small room, changed into the same clothes at a normal speed, and walked slowly to the only one that was still vacant. at the work station.
A total of 30 minute and [-] seconds.
He glanced at the things on his workstation. On his left were some sinks, trays, and disinfection supplies, while on his right were surgical knives, scissors and other medical tools. Under the table were stacked low-temperature transport boxes. .
In the blink of an eye, he had already understood his job as a "technician".
Following the example of his "colleague" at the next station, he washed his hands, disinfected them, put on sterile gloves and a mask with a peacock logo on it, and tapped the side of the mask.
A line of fluorescent blue translucent text appeared in the upper right corner of his field of vision.
"Hello, Sand Technician." The anthropomorphic AI Peacock greeted him politely, "It's 4:00 pm, are you ready to start work?"
"let's start."
Not only him, the technicians in the anatomy room seemed to have seen the same words, so they answered in unison.
As the voice fell, the door of the dissection room opened automatically, and one cart after another loaded with corpses filed in, shuttled along the preset track, and finally stopped one by one in front of the technicians' workstations.
Yan Luge looked at the corpse in front of him, it was a man with twisted limbs and a swollen abdomen.
What a coincidence.
They had just "met" a few minutes ago.
"The deceased, V938Y, died in a teaching accident. He died within half an hour. The organs that need to be removed include: teeth and skin." Peacock briefly revealed the work information he needed to know.
The cause of death is described coldly, and the needs are described indifferently, without any emotion.
As if it were an ordinary, trivial job.
(End of this chapter)
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