Starting with dissecting ghost stories

Chapter 102 Containment

"Zzz... Ah Xing... Hurry up... The crowd is moving outwards... They're about to break through the encirclement..."

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"Sizzle...Quick...She's out of control...Sizzle..."

"Are you alright... Shen Xing?!" *Sizzle*

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Room 802, Unit 3, No. 1 Garden, Anning Street.

Shen Xing was holding a slender girl in front of him.

She leaned against his chest, tears still wet on her cheeks, a happy smile on her face, and hugged Shen Xing tightly.

Everyone thought she was completely corrupted and had gone mad, but only Shen Xing knew that she was just seeking death and using Lu Lingyun's orders to make Shen Xing kill her.

She had lost all will to live. She didn't want to do anything anymore. All she wanted now was to quietly lean against the arms of the person she loved.

The ketamine mixed with saline solution had already been injected into her vein. Shen Xing put his arm around her shoulder and quietly counted down the time.

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"Happy?"

Shen Xing spoke slowly, but there was no response from those in front of him.

In less than a minute, Wang Xinran had completely lost all bodily sensation.

Shen Xing slowly pulled away her arms that were wrapped around him and looked down at her face.

At this moment, Wang Xinran's eyelids were not fully closed, her pupils had lost focus and seemed to be wandering, and her eyeballs were trembling slightly.

Wang Xinran's weight was estimated to be around 44KG. Shen Xing injected her with 1.5 ml of the original solution mixed with 8.5 ml of saline solution via intravenous injection.

If nothing unexpected happens, she should be unconscious for fifteen to twenty minutes.

If the effects of the medication wear off, further anesthesia injections will be necessary... Shen Xing is not a professional anesthesiologist, and with each additional injection, Wang Xinran's risk of death increases exponentially.

Moreover, Shen Xing was unaware of the situation outside and needed to end it as soon as possible.

Shen Xing laid her flat on the ground, opened his toolbox, and changed into a new pair of gloves.

With Wang Xinran under anesthesia, the emotional impact she had on him earlier has now been largely overshadowed by the pain in his feet.

When he first put on the gloves, Shen Xing was a little confused, but soon he had an idea.

Fortunately, I had practiced before, and although it was on a rooster, I still had some experience.

He took out a knife and carefully shaved off the hair on Wang Xinran's forehead until all the hair around the eroded area was removed.

Shen Xing was well aware that hair carries a large number of bacteria, and a slight mistake could lead to a fatal infection after surgery.

After shaving off the surrounding hair, the main eroded area was exposed to Shen Xing's eyes.

The dark honeycomb structure had moved from Wang Xinran's forehead toward the top of her head. However, to Shen Xing's surprise, these black honeycombs were not completely attached to Wang Xinran's skull.

It was not completely connected to the skull; there was still a gap at their junction. However, Shen Xing quickly understood why.

These black honeycombs, as if alive, were pulsating slightly, and the gaps were tiny gaps left for the minute expansion and contraction of its body.

Now, I don't have to worry about how to perform brain surgery.

Shen Xing raised his left arm.

Dark red, abnormal flesh emerged from the crack in her wrist, swirled in mid-air, and finally hovered above Wang Xinran's forehead.

Under Shen Xing's control, the tip of the abnormal blood vessels began to shrink and narrow. One of them gently peeked out and tentatively touched the black cellulite on Wang Xinran's forehead.

He was trying to see if his abnormal flesh would be eaten by the black cellulitis.

After all, judging from the performance of [02 - Doll], its own abnormal flesh and blood has a very good restorative and replenishing effect on abnormalities, and the abnormal flesh and blood itself can also repair the flesh and blood of the human body.

This led Shen Xing to have some doubts about its "aggressiveness".

If the blood vessels are swallowed after being inserted, it would be a loss.

As the abnormal blood vessels probed, the black honeycomb-like growths seemed to react, beginning to tremble slightly.

It didn't seem to have any intention of "devouring" the abnormal blood vessels; instead, it began to tremble and shrink, trying to hide deeper into Wang Xinran's brain.

However, its movement speed was too slow, and its movement method was similar to that of a snail. The black honeycomb that had crawled out of Wang Lei's body next to Shen Xing had just reached Shen Xing's side and was still accelerating towards the direction of the chandelier's honeycomb tumor.

Did it develop a kind of "fear" of abnormal flesh?

Is it avoiding something?

Why?

Because it believes that its own individual is unable to fight against the abnormal flesh and blood that are a byproduct of the [01-Wall]?

Shen Xing knew that both the abnormal flesh and blood produced by [01-Wall] and [02-Puppet] had a biological instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

If that's the case, then it's easy to solve.

Shen Xing discarded the scalpel, raised his hands, and saw large amounts of abnormal blood gushing from his wrists.

He acted like a puppeteer manipulating marionettes, letting the abnormal flesh dangle down his wrist and wriggle up Wang Xinran's head.

Then, these blood vessels crawled to the junction of the skull and the black cellulite, and slowly pierced downwards.

He pierced downwards almost touching the black honeycomb tumor, barely touching Wang Xinran's brain. Soon, as the blood vessels spread, they converged and connected at the base of the honeycomb tumor.

He lifted it gently.

A barely perceptible tearing sound rang out, and as Shen Xing slowly lifted his hands, the throbbing, honeycomb-like tumor was being pulled out bit by bit.

Once it was completely pulled out, Shen Xing saw a clear hole in Wang Xinran's skull, as well as the damaged dura mater and the frontal lobe that had been mostly swallowed up.

From a visual perspective, there appeared to be no bleeding points. Wang Xinran's brain, which had been engulfed, remained smooth, and the blood vessels were not ruptured, which seemed to be related to the engulfing method of celluloma.

As you devour a little, repair a little, ensuring sustainable absorption.

It seems to be not just devouring the brain, but also absorbing other things from it.

Perhaps it's an emotion? Or something else? Like [02—The Doll]?

But no matter what...

I can study it slowly on my own later.

The blood vessels on Shen Xing's wrist slowly receded, and he grasped the honeycomb-like growth directly in his palm.

Originally, it had spread out over a large area on the top of Wang Xinran's head, but now it had completely shrunk.

It's like a miniature version of the giant honeycomb on the chandelier.

Now, Shen Xing has to figure out how to take this thing with him.

Fortunately, there was one thing that had already provided an example for Shen Xing.

Shen Xing pressed the tumor to the ground and dragged it forward little by little, leaving a mark among the messy bloody footprints on the ground.

It's like that bigger tumor that crawled out of Wang Lei's body.

He dragged the tumor, leaving bloodstains, and slowly moved closer to the chandelier, eventually merging with the honeycomb-like tumor that had crawled down Wang Lei's body.

In this way, the illusion that the cellulitis has "returned to its nest" can be created.

Then, Shen Xing lifted his clothes, revealing a huge gash in his abdomen, with countless blood vessels churning and surging inside, intertwining to form a tumor shaped like a bird's nest.

Shen Xing used medical gauze to wrap the egg-sized cellulite in his hand and stuffed it directly into the "bird's nest".

The blood vessels quickly closed and intertwined, completely enveloping the celluloma.

Meanwhile, the wound on Shen Xing's abdomen was slowly healing.

The celluloma remained in Shen Xing's body, just like an ordinary tumor, and didn't even cause his lower abdomen to bulge much.

It's mine now.

Shen Xing finally smiled.