Starting with dissecting ghost stories

Having learned from his previous experience, this time Shen Xing did not cut out any useless footage that would not produce any noise or distortion in the DV camera. Instead, he picked up the hemostat and inserted it into the footage.

A moment later, Shen Xing picked out a familiar, miniature version of the flexor digitorum superficialis muscle that was exactly the same as before.

He briefly showed the abnormal muscle, which was about to be named [0141], to the camera before placing it into the No. 1 iron barrel.

The freshly extracted muscle was highly active, throbbing and crawling inside, but its wriggling direction was no longer towards the school clinic, but towards Shen Xing.

It seems that even now that Shen Xing possesses [0111], he can still cause other muscles that "grow" from the painting to exhibit a similar "homing" behavior.

It's just unknown whether Shen Xing himself or the infirmary would have a stronger desire to return to which "container"?

They're crawling towards me now, probably just because I'm closer.

However, this also indirectly proves that he felt an attraction to these muscles similar to that of a "nest" on the walls of a medical clinic.

It's true that we're getting further and further away from people.

After confirming that it couldn't climb out of the bucket, Shen Xing began disassembling the next painting.

Next image: Human muscle diagram - 013.

This painting, perhaps because it shows more of the flexor muscles of the human body in the front than the superficial flexor muscles in the upper part of the painting, appears slightly less prominent in the DV camera, even though the muscles in the upper part are also scarlet.

Perhaps there's too much meat and it's not fully cooked?

Or perhaps, each painting can only produce a limited amount of flesh and blood. These mutations will be very noticeable when they accumulate in a small piece of muscle, but when dispersed, the total amount is diluted evenly.

Shen Xing reached the pincers inside, managing to insert them into the painting, but only managed to pull out a very thin, muscle-like strand.

Compared to what was clamped out, the hemostat was a bit too big.

Shen Xing placed the thin muscle bundle, which was not much thicker than a strand of hair, into bucket number 2 and then switched to tweezers.

The rest was all delicate work. He picked out the muscles one by one and put them into the bucket. After confirming that all the muscles on both sides of the muscle diagram had been picked out, Shen Xing looked into the bucket.

Inside the bucket, there was a tiny figure made entirely of muscles, moving around. It was about the same size as [0111], clinging precariously to the bucket wall, as if trying to climb upwards.

Shen Xing was made by taking out individual muscles, which then reassembled themselves inside.

wonderful......

Shen Xing continued to observe for a while, and after confirming that [0131] could not climb out along the barrel wall, he focused his attention on the last painting.

"The Slaughtered Cow" - 012.

This painting is different from the other two.

The other two paintings, no matter how you look at them, are related to human muscles, but this one is completely animal muscle.

beef.

Can the mutated beef be put to good use?

Shen Xing carefully picked out the muscle with tweezers, just like before. But as soon as he put the tweezers in and gripped the muscle, he felt a resistance that was much stronger than when he was gripping the thinner muscle.

With a slight increase in force, and a pulling motion that feels like tearing fascia, the resistance quickly disappears.

A complete muscle was peeled off by Shen Xing, which was the thick back and chest and abdominal muscles shown in the picture.

This well-formed muscle, not much bigger than a thumb, was wriggling on Shen Xing's tweezers.

Shen Xing placed it in barrel number 3, and by then, all the variants had been removed from the painting.

He weighed all three buckets on an electronic scale after tare. Although they were different in shape, they all weighed the same, only 7 grams.

After noting down their current state in his notebook, Shen Xing couldn't wait any longer.

Previously, [0111] merged with its own left hand by drilling into the wound.

In other words, if I create another wound on my left index finger, at least the same as [0111], [0141] will be absorbed by my left arm.

but......

Since it was an experiment, Shen Xing wanted to do something different.

Strengthening only the left arm wasn't enough, Shen Xing felt the right arm had to keep up as well.

However, the muscle that was separated from the first bucket is the flexor digitorum superficialis of the left hand. Can it strengthen the right hand?

Such a small muscle could not possibly replace his own muscle. The muscle it is now is just its "form". Shen Xing still does not understand its core.

The superficial flexor digitorum of the left hand has muscle fiber orientation, tendon attachment points, and nerve and blood vessel entrances that are coordinated with the structure of the left ulna and radius.

If you try to force a muscle from your left hand into your right hand, it's like forcibly putting a glove from your left hand on your right. The thumb will be in the wrong position, the tendon will be twisted, and it won't function properly. It might even lead to necrosis or rejection due to structural incompatibility.

Shen Xing decided to cut open [0141].

If the miniature version of its internal muscle structure is exactly the same as the flexor digitorum superficialis muscle of the left arm, then the possibility of placing it on the right hand can be basically ruled out.

But if we can dissect it and remove the outer layer of its muscles to reveal the more essential things inside... then perhaps we can try some new approaches.

Shen Xing used tweezers to pick up the flexor digitorum superficialis of finger [0141] and placed it on the operating table, then picked up a scalpel with his right hand.

Whether it was due to the influence of my left hand or because it sensed something, the mutated muscles that were originally twisting stopped moving and instead lay quietly on the control panel.

Even when Shen Xing loosened the tweezers, it still didn't move.

This sense of control made Shen Xing feel good.

He made his move, the scalpel cutting open the skin.

The feel is off...

There was no resistance like cutting through tight skin; instead, it felt like slicing through a layer of aged rubber without any bleeding.

Since there were no smaller tools available, Shen Xing used tweezers to open the tiny wound.

Normally, the subcutaneous layer should be the superficial fascia, then the deep fascia, which wraps around the red muscle bundles, but there's nothing here.

Beneath the cut, there was a mass of grayish-white noise.

It's not rotting flesh, not necrotic tissue, but pure visual noise, like the screen of an old-fashioned television that can't receive a signal, with countless tiny black and white particles jumping and squeezing wildly, without texture or direction.

Shen Xing put down the scalpel in his right hand, took a metal probe from the plate next to him, and inserted it deep inside.

He didn't feel anything touching... until the probe pierced the stainless steel operating table under the muscle, Shen Xing didn't feel any sensation on the probe.

It has absolutely no internal structure... It seems to be just an outer layer wrapping around a mass of "energy" or some other substance.

He stared at the dizzying patch of noise for a few seconds before retracting the probe.

Since the internal structure has completely collapsed, there is no way to talk about the normal rejection reaction.

Shen Xing glanced at his right arm.

You can try.