i have a dead world

Chapter 42 Illusions
An Baichen was sure that he didn't see anyone in the autopsy room just now, so where did this white coat come from?
"Is he the undead of the trial mission?"

An Baichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at this guy carefully.

The white coat turned his body sideways, and he began to replace the surgical instruments, touching the things on the corpse display table again and again.

An Baichen swears that he has checked all the corpse display stands just now, and there is nothing on each corpse display stand.

"What the hell is he dissecting?"

An Baichen was very curious. At this moment, the white coat suddenly left the corpse display stand, holding something in his hand, walked to the side of the specimen display room, and put the thing into a small bottle.

At this moment, An Baichen saw clearly what was on the corpse display table.

A girl in a floral dress, about eighteen or nineteen years old, was covered in blood, with scars and dissection marks all over her body, her chest and abdomen were bloody and bloody, and crimson blood continued to flow down the corpse display table On the ground, there was a "tick tick" sound.

She tilted her head, stared blankly at the door with her empty eyes, and met An Baichen's gaze.

An Baichen could clearly see a faint light in her eyes, her pupils reflected the light of the medical lamp, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

"She's still alive!"

An Baichen was taken aback, this white coat is actually dissecting a living person!
An Baichen turned off the flashlight, then quietly pushed open the door of the dissecting room, and walked in slowly.

This scene is weird, whether it is the girl on the corpse display stand or the white coat being dissected.

"Could it be the reappearance of the death scene? The girl on the corpse display stand is a mission undead, and then she wants to express what she has experienced in this way?"

An Baichen pondered in his heart: "That's not right, if someone killed someone in the dissection room, there would definitely be a commotion in the city. How could there be no clues or news?"

"Either way, there's something wrong with both of these guys."

"Ghost Scythe."

An Baichen yelled in his heart, he stretched out his hand to hold it in the void, the Nether Scythe appeared out of thin air, and An Baichen held it in his hand.

Holding the sickle, An Baichen glanced at the girl lying on the corpse display table, and then quietly walked towards the white coat.

An Baichen turned his back to the corpse display stand, and he did not see the subtle changes in the expression of the girl on the corpse display stand.

The expression of pain and despair on her original face gradually changed. She looked at An Baichen who was holding a sickle, her eyes gradually became dull, and she seemed a little unbelievable.

She tried her best to raise her hand towards the direction of the white coat, wanting to remind him.

"Shh!"

The Nether Sickle slashed silently from top to bottom, and slashed fiercely on the body of the white coat.

"Pfft."

A wisp of blue smoke floated out of the white coat, and then the white coat floated limply to the ground.

An Baichen's Nether Sickle went straight through the white coat, and it didn't hit anything.

"Isn't this white coat an undead?"

An Baichen was taken aback, and quickly turned around to look at the corpse display stand.

If the white coat is a fake undead, then the girl on the corpse display stand is a real undead!
However, at the same time.

"Clap."

The medical lights in the dissecting room went out, and the whole dissecting room fell into darkness again.

An Baichen turned on the flashlight and shone it on the corpse display table just now. There was nothing on it, and the girl was gone.

An Baichen quickly walked to the corpse display table to narrate, and reached out to touch it. It was cold, without the irritating smell of blood, and there was no blood or any residue. It was as clean as if nothing had happened.

An Baichen checked the surroundings, including the utensils and small bottles used in the white coat just now, they were all exactly the same as when he checked earlier, and there were no signs of being used.

Even the white coat and clothes that fell to the ground after being hacked by An Baichen just now disappeared without a trace.

"Is everything just an illusion?"

An Baichen looked up and looked around, and the flashlight swung around in the dissecting room.

"Yan Yumo."

An Baichen summoned Yan Yumo and asked, "Can you smell it?"

"It appeared here just now." Yan Yumo glanced at the dissecting room with a very firm tone.

"Then can you find it?"

"No, I don't know where it is hiding now." Yan Yumo's expression was a little confused. This was the first time she encountered such a situation. She could clearly feel the breath of the undead, but she just didn't know where it was.

"Where are you?"

Holding the Nether Sickle, An Baichen shouted softly: "Come out, I won't hurt you."

It was quiet all around, and there was no sound.

"Hiding again?" An Baichen was a little distressed, he knew that he would not startle the snake just now.

"What does the scene this guy showed me just now represent, and what does it want to express?"

While thinking, An Baichen left the dissecting room.

Just as An Baichen left the dissecting room, there was a "click", and the medical lights in the dissecting room came on again.

An Baichen turned around quickly, this time he didn't see the figure in the white coat, and there was a bloody corpse lying on the corpse display table in the middle of the huge dissection room.

This corpse looked as if it had just been dissected with countless scalpels. It was covered with cuts and bruises, its limbs were separated, and the scar on the neck was the most severe. The cross section was very smooth, and the blood vessels in the neck could be clearly seen.

In just a few seconds, a large amount of blood was left on the display table of the corpses, converging into a small river on the ground.

"here we go again?"

An Baichen squinted his eyes and looked over, he felt that this corpse looked familiar.

"Pfft."

The corpse's head rolled to the ground, rolled like a ball, hit the door of the dissecting room and stopped.

It opened its eyes wide, blood and tears flowed from its sockets, it and An Baichen stared straight at each other.

An Baichen saw clearly the appearance of the corpse's head, and the hand holding the Nether Scythe tightened suddenly.

"this is me."

An Baichen's face was gloomy, and his head rolled to the ground, which was clearly An Baichen's appearance.The head was covered with blood and despair, as if it had suffered an unbearable trauma before dying.

This undead is playing tricks on An Baichen.

"what happened to you?"

Yan Yumo asked An Baichen with some concern, An Baichen pushed open the door of the dissecting room without saying a word, and strode in.

He saw clearly that the corpse on the corpse display stand was himself!

The corpse was still wearing his own clothes, but the clothes had been cut to pieces, covered with blood, and exuded a pungent smell of blood and the stench of internal organs.

"Shh!"

An Baichen decisively raised the sickle, chopped the heads on the ground and the corpses on the corpse display table into wisps of blue smoke.

"Clap."

The medical lights went out again, the surroundings fell into darkness again, and everything returned to its original appearance, as if nothing happened just now.

"An Baichen, what's wrong with you? Did you find it?" Yan Yumo walked in from the outside, and she looked at An Baichen with a confused expression.

"No, did you see anything just now?"

An Baichen stood directly in front of the corpse display stand, he pointed to the stand, and asked Yan Yumo: "Did you see my corpse lying on it?"

"Your body? Lying here just now?"

Yan Yumo was taken aback, she went to the corpse display stand and sniffed, frowned and said, "There is that guy's aura on this stand, but I didn't see anything just now."

"I just saw you push the door and walk in, and then hacked around with a sickle. I didn't find anything around you."

An Baichen frowned: "Didn't you see anything?"

Yan Yumo nodded: "I'm sure, I didn't see anything."

An Baichen guessed that the undead in the trial mission should be able to affect his sight and perception, thus creating fantasies about himself, including the white coat he saw just now and his own corpse on the dissecting table.

All of this is a realistic illusion created by the undead, and since Yan Yumo is an undead herself, she can be immune to this kind of perceptual deception to a certain extent, so she can't see any pictures.

"In that case, creating hallucinations should be its undead ability. But the hallucinations it creates are very realistic, and there is no way to distinguish whether the things that appear in the hallucinations are real undead or fake undead."

An Baichen fell into deep thought: "How can I find it?"

From the current point of view, the strength of the undead in this trial mission should not be very strong, otherwise it can completely confront itself head-on, and there is no need to use these methods.

"It seems that the difficulty of this trial mission is to find the trial undead itself. But it keeps playing hide and seek with me, so how can I find it?"

An Baichen had a headache, he was hesitating whether he should leave the dissecting room or not.

It would be disgusting if he left the autopsy room and hallucinated again.

Just when An Baichen was thinking, a sudden change happened.

(End of this chapter)