NIP Chapter 154 The Human Skin Scroll
Chapter 154 The Human Skin Scroll
at the same time.
Inside dormitory 107 in Zone D, Vassim and Ryuichi Kamishiro stared intently at "Tom," who was firmly strapped to the bed frame.
Tom's face twisted and writhed even more violently, as if countless tiny tentacles were struggling beneath his skin, trying to break free from the constraints of that human skin.
The face was no longer recognizable; it looked more like a lump of flesh-colored clay that had been forcibly kneaded together and was constantly changing shape.
The sounds coming from his throat changed from initial roars to sticky gurgling, sending chills down one's spine.
"Has Lin Fengjun not returned yet?!" Ryuichi Kamishiro's voice trembled with fear.
He stared intently at the human skin, feeling as if it were about to be torn apart from the inside at any moment.
Wasim gritted his teeth, his face pale, but his movements were without hesitation.
He pressed down with his entire weight, his veined arms locking Tom in place as he struggled.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.
The footsteps stopped at the entrance of dormitory 107.
Vassim and Ryuichi Kamishiro's hearts were practically in their throats.
The door was pushed open silently.
Three figures appeared at the doorway, the one in the lead being tall and graceful.
Even shrouded in a black protective suit, one can clearly feel the powerful and beautiful curves of her femininity.
She wore a sleek, pure white mask that revealed only her chin and lips, with a strip of dark red goggles covering her eyes.
Behind her followed two muscular men, also dressed in black protective suits. They wore black helmets that covered their entire faces, like two silent iron towers, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.
The temperature inside the dormitory plummeted as soon as the three of them appeared.
The twisted "Tom" seemed to sense the extreme threat as well, and its struggle became more intense, the gurgling in its throat turning into a sharp, fearful hiss!
The lead female cleaner scanned the dormitory with her deep red goggles, lingering briefly on Vassim and Ryuichi Kamishiro before fixing her gaze on the struggling "Tom".
Without the slightest hesitation, she strode straight up to "Tom".
She raised her right hand, and in that gloved hand, a peculiar tool had appeared out of nowhere—
It was a sharp cone about a foot long, shimmering with a dark blue metallic luster, with several thin, dark-colored flexible tubes connected to its tail, which seemed to pulsate slightly as if they were alive.
"Hold him down." A cold, emotionless female voice came from behind the mask, an order to her two subordinates behind her.
Two cleaners immediately stepped forward, one on each side, and used their heavily gloved hands to firmly press down on "Tom's" shoulders and head.
Their strength was astonishing; Tom, who had been struggling violently, was instantly immobilized, with only his muscles spasming involuntarily.
The female cleaner bent down, and the dark blue cone in her hand precisely and without hesitation pierced the soft area below Tom's neck and in the center of his collarbone!
"Pfft!"
A soft sound, like a sharp object piercing flesh.
There was no blood splattering.
The moment the vertebral body was pierced, the strange tool emitted a low, humming sound, like a water pump starting up.
The pale blue light on the surface of the vertebrae flowed rapidly along those pulsating tubes.
What happened next was something that Vassim and Ryuichi Kamishiro would never forget.
Tom's body began to shrivel up at a visible rate!
It's as if the inside has been instantly emptied out by some force.
The skin clung tightly to the rapidly atrophying muscles and bones, and then the bones themselves seemed to lose all calcium and support, becoming soft and collapsing.
His contorted, writhing face froze, becoming a ashen, skin-like mass of terror and pain, clinging tightly to his skull.
The whole process was incredibly fast, taking only a dozen seconds.
Tom, who had been struggling frantically just moments before, had vanished, leaving only a complete human skin on the bed, loosely draped over his original clothes.
With a flick of her wrist, the female cleaner pulled the dark blue cone from under the human skin's neck. The cone and the tube were spotless, without any bodily fluids or tissue.
A cleaner in black immediately stepped forward and, as if shaking off a piece of clothing, lifted up the intact human skin.
Then, as if handling a scroll, he deftly rolled the human skin from the feet inwards, eventually forming a tight, arm-thick scroll-like object, which he then secured with a leather strap.
The female cleaner packed up her tools, turned around, and, with two subordinates, left dormitory 107 silently with cold steps, just as she had come.
The door closed gently behind them.
In the dormitory, only Vassim, who was in shock, and Ryuichi Kamishiro, who was leaning against the wall, his face as pale as paper and almost vomiting.
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Studio:
"A...human skin scroll?! What kind of hellish technology is this?! My SAN value is plummeting!"
"That female cleaner... her mask is so cool, and she has such a great body, but her methods are so ruthless! I'm both afraid of her and fascinated by her!"
"Wait a minute, drain all the flesh and blood, leaving only a skin? This technique seems familiar... like the 'dehydration' technique in 'The Three-Body Problem'?! They wouldn't be planning to store this skin and resurrect it by soaking it in water when needed, would they?!"
"This is terrifying! Could this world of ghost stories be related to the Trisolarans?"
"Ryuichi Kamishiro must have been terrified, right? If it were me, I'd wet my pants! The psychological trauma would be immense!"
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Inside the courtyard of Abyss Prison, Lin Feng and Deputy Warden Leng Meng walked silently, one after the other, through the central flower bed.
The stagnant silence in the air was suddenly broken by a tiny, insignificant flying insect.
Like a tiny, out-of-control ink dot, it traced an elusive path in the air, and unexpectedly struck Leng Meng's earlobe, disappearing instantly into the depths of her delicate ear canal.
As the deputy warden, Leng Meng may be able to suppress prisoner riots without batting an eye and coldly scrutinize bloody conspiracies.
But faced with this intrusive, uncontrollable creature penetrating her ear canal, a primal, instinctive aversion instantly shattered her calm facade.
She abruptly stopped, as if pricked by an invisible needle. Her delicate brows furrowed, and a short, completely out-of-control gasp escaped from her throat.
She subconsciously raised her hand and, with her neatly trimmed little finger, tried somewhat impatiently to pry at the restless intruder.
But the stirring with his fingertips did nothing to help; instead, it made the crawling sensation even clearer, bringing waves of itchy, tingling sensations to his scalp.
"Let me do it!" Lin Feng stepped forward, his voice calm.
Without waiting for Leng Meng's response, he pulled a beverage bottle from his person.
The bottle was sloshing around with "Water Stains".
Leng Meng's gaze suddenly sharpened, clearly sensing this unusual presence: "How could you...?"
"We're good friends." Lin Feng smiled and shook the bottle, his tone as relaxed as if he were introducing an old friend.
These words made Leng Meng open her mouth slightly, but she was speechless for a moment.
How could a human become friends with the bizarre?
Although water sprites are not of high status, they have never associated with humans.
This Lin Feng is even more special than she imagined!