When she pushed open the door of the autopsy room, mannequin corpses were splashed with artificial blood and thrown into the room. The corpses lying on the floor reminded Yun Qin of the Eighteen Levels of Hell that she was lucky enough to see.
Even at that time, as an evil spirit, she was so disgusted that she almost wanted to vomit.
In the dusty cabinet, there were specimens soaked in formalin. Deformed babies, diseased hearts, bulging eyes, broken limbs, and so on.
A little further in, there was a white cloth hanging on the roof. Some of the white cloth was covered with large amounts of blood as if it was a murder scene.
On the operating table under the white cloth, there were some lifelike organs and broken mannequin heads.
These mannequin heads were very lifelike. When Yun Qin picked them up, the eyeballs of the mannequin heads moved along with the person who took them. It was very bizarre.
