Starting with dissecting ghost stories

Shen Xing withdrew his left hand.

The muscle bundles protruding from the wound were wrapped around his arm. He picked up the toothed tweezers on the table and used them as hooks to pull the skin apart from the longest side of the wound.

The muscles are all bulging out; how can I move my arms so freely?

He desperately wanted to understand this secret, but when he looked deep into his wound and at the protruding muscle bundles "roots," he discovered that they were connected to his muscles... no.

As if it had been split off from its own muscles, the interface was covered with grayish-white noise that would obstruct any prying gaze.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he could feel that after these muscles split and detached from his body, the strength in his left hand seemed to have weakened a little.

He tried to clench his fist and let the muscles contract back, pulling the open wound together, making his skin look like the surface marks left after intradermal sutures.

A warm current flowed through him, his wounds healed, and a feeling of drowsiness and hunger inexplicably welled up in Shen Xing's heart.

Shen Xing was prepared for this. He leaned against the wall and walked to his shoulder bag, took out a bottle of cola and drank it to replenish his sugar levels.

Time was tight, and Shen Xing didn't have time to buy glucose solution, so he bought a few bottles of cola and some candy and biscuits on the way to replenish his carbohydrates and sugar.

My body has reached its limit...

Shen Xing leaned against the table, eating and drinking while glancing at the remaining iron bucket.

Considering his current physical condition and the fact that the piece of flesh was not human muscle, Shen Xing felt that he should not continue today.

Tomorrow is Sunday, but he plans to go to the school clinic again to have the walls repainted. This time, he must carefully select the muscles that are most useful to him so far.

Moreover, this time, Shen Xing will change the size of the paintings, trying smaller and larger ones, and will also remove the frame from one painting to increase the total number of paintings hanging on the wall.

Adding two more paintings is a good option; add two more each round until the mutual influence between the paintings allows them to "mature" within a day.

Aside from the infirmary, what Shen Xing wants to know most right now is about his own body.

Muscles can be strengthened through training, constantly tearing and healing, and training can also help you master more and stronger ways to exert force.

But what Shen Xing just did, where muscles tore through the skin and emerged from the body, is undoubtedly non-human.

Moreover, this kind of "mastery" is not acquired through learning.

Shen Xing recalled his feelings just now.

After all the muscles in his body fused with the abnormal muscles, Shen Xing's sensations were not gradual, but rather an instantaneous phase shift.

Just like when a normal child is two or three years old, the accumulation of neurons in the brain reaches a critical point and a phase transition occurs. The prefrontal cortex, which is responsible for self-cognition and decision-making, and the hippocampus, which is responsible for memory, successfully establish a stable connection, and the feeling of "I" am "me" is generated for the first time.

To put it more intuitively, water remains water at 99 degrees Celsius, but boils and turns into gas at 100 degrees Celsius—a phase transition process that produces a huge difference in an instant.

The moment the fusion was complete, he gained this control, much like a child suddenly gaining enlightenment, though its purpose and method of use were still unclear.

Shen Xing learned how to use it, but he didn't have a complete instruction manual in his mind.

These flesh and blood... were probably more complex than he had imagined, which further piqued his curiosity.

What about that puppet that devours flesh and blood? What is it like?

Simply studying the flesh and blood depicted in the paintings on the walls of the infirmary was no longer enough to satisfy Shen Xing's curiosity.

Uncle Li... Li Ya.

The image of him flashed through Shen Xing's mind.

The doll is still in Li Ya's hands. It is not yet clear whether Li Ya and the doll have a symbiotic relationship, or whether Li Ya is parasitized or controlled.

But one thing is clear.

To get the doll, Li Ya has to solve this problem.

However, Shen Xing did not want to kill him directly.

Previously, Shen Xing had been struggling to find human subjects for his experiments, but now he had a target.

But if you're going to do it, you have to get there before the police do it.

Moreover, make thorough plans.

Shen Xing tidied up the candy wrappers and empty cola bottles on the table, put the [0121] mutated beef from the last iron bucket into a plastic petri dish, sealed it with tape, and put it into his satchel.

After cleaning up the bloodstains and used items, Shen Xing sorted them out, put all the things he had brought back into his bag, opened the garage door, turned off the exhaust fan and lights, and pushed the car away.

Today took longer than usual. On his way home, Shen Xing had a late-night snack at a roadside stall, something he hadn't done in a long time, to replenish his energy.

By the time he got home, it was already 11:30.

Fortunately, it's Saturday, so he can sleep in as late as he wants.

When he got home, his younger sister was already asleep. Shen Xing quickly washed up, took off his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

He was so exhausted that he no longer had the energy to test his physical data.

...

I slept until dawn.

Shen Xing opened his eyes, the glaring sunlight making him squint. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he got up and picked up the alarm clock that was placed to the side.

12 points.

My sleep time has increased again.

However, the long period of sleep did give Shen Xing a feeling of being rejuvenated.

After drinking a glass of water to quench his thirst, Shen Xing headed to the master bathroom to wash up.

But when he saw himself in the mirror, he paused for a moment.

Her original figure was considered normal, neither thin nor fat. However, because she did not deliberately exercise or lose fat to control her figure, she had some excess fat around her waist.

But today, I saw a visible change in my figure in the mirror.

The tiny bit of fat around his waist disappeared, and the reduction in body fat made his muscles and facial lines more defined, with smooth and beautiful muscles all over his body.

It's obvious that this physique is the result of doing a lot of aerobic and anaerobic exercise over a long period of time, along with a strict diet.

Although the fat was quickly burned off, his skin did not sag as a result. Instead, the bulging muscles lifted the skin back up, making it look even firmer.

People feel much younger without wearing glasses.

This is definitely a good thing.

Not just in appearance, Shen Xing now felt full of power, and he couldn't wait to test his grip strength.

After washing up, Shen Xing put on his clothes and glasses, and his reflection in the mirror seemed to show him the same appearance as yesterday.

Fortunately, you can't feel much difference after putting on the clothes.

Because he hadn't gotten up to make breakfast, Shen Xing temporarily put aside his idea of ​​testing his strength and went out of his room to check on his sister Shen Yuan's condition.

When they opened the door, they didn't see Shen Yuan; the room door was also open.

He went back to his room, picked up his phone, and turned it on. Only then did he see a few text messages and more than fifty missed calls he had never seen before. Because Shen Xing paid 5 yuan a month to activate caller ID, he could see the seven-digit landline number.

Public phone booth? Li Ya?

Shen Xing ignored the fifty-odd missed calls; they were from public phones, and he figured calling back wouldn't be of much use.

The text message was from Grandma Zhang, but Grandma Zhang couldn't type at all.

The text message clearly came from his younger sister, Shen Yuan.

Are you awake?

[Brother, this is Shen Yuan. It seems Xiao Hua is missing.]

[Our contact is at the police station again.]

It was clearly a typo using the 9-key input method. Shen Yuan had little experience with typing on mobile phones and computers, so it was normal for her to make a mistake in her haste. It seemed to be her.

Little Flower is lost? And that doll?

Are they at the police station now?

Thinking back to the phone call Li Ya made to me...

Shen Xing roughly knew why Li Ya hadn't been arrested yet.