As the lid of the iron casket slowly slid open, a pungent odor rushed to meet them, revealing a male figure with a bizarre shape.
He lay naked within, his skin shriveled and darkened, his lips pale and cracked, his arms deformed and contorted as though they had been forcefully broken. His body was covered with various scars, yet he was not dead. His eyes tightly shut, he breathed steadily, with a faint rising and falling of his chest, as if in deep slumber.
"Come on, help me! He won't wake up for a while..." Bock said, pinching his nose in disgust.
Lynn, undaunted, rolled up his sleeves, coated his palms with a layer of water film, and, with Bock, heaved the test subject onto the table. They then used iron chains to bind the subject's limbs and neck.
"I'll handle the operation; you take care of the recording!" Bock casually took over the lead, tossing the experiment record book to Lynn and then ordering Patty to fetch the magic potion.
