Whoosh ~
The tide washed the shallows, and the shell conch that lived here seemed to be awakened.
Something was slowly drilling out of the nut.
Hiss hiss ~ Several slender roots stretched out and took root in the beach … pulling out the main body that lived in the shell.
Splat ~
A slippery and elastic brain popped out.
The shell conch was directly wrapped inside the brain. When it needed to rest, it would be taken out as a temporary residence.
With the help of the tentacles at the front and the crab legs on the side, it moved forward on the beach.
Logically speaking,
This brain crab would instinctively crawl into the lake to replenish the water.
However, it seemed to have smelled something different and moved towards the shoal.
Rustle rustle rustle
It wasn't just this one.
Tens of thousands of brain crabs were awakened by the rising tide and gathered in this area.
There was a living body lying here, and the brain emitted an extremely tempting smell.
The nearby brain crabs all grew sharp mouthparts, trying to poke into the target's skull and suck the delicacy.
Ding Ding Ding ~ A series of metal collisions sounded in the shallows.
When the mouthparts poked at the skull, they were all broken … looking at this living body from a certain angle, its entire body was overflowing with a gray metallic luster, indestructible.
With the continuous collisions, the unconscious young man slowly woke up.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but hunger overflowed his entire body.
The moment he woke up..,
He instinctively grabbed a moving brain crab and stuffed it into his mouth.
He ate nearly twenty of them in a row, including the shell conch inside, before he could barely fill his stomach.
Not only did the nutrition flow throughout his body, but it also allowed an essence to flow into his brain, fully activating his groggy brain … his consciousness gradually woke up.
"Hmm? Where am I?
I remember that I was rowing a boat with Yellow Robe in Lake Harry when I was suddenly swept into it … Is this the world under the lake?
These crab-like brains should be related to Yellow Robe's second identity, 'Distant Feaster' … I didn't expect it to taste so good when eaten raw. I can roughly understand why he likes brains.
If that's the case, the doctor's brain should also taste amazing. "
When Han Dong got up, these brain crabs also realized the danger. They either retracted into the shell conch or returned to the sea.
Both sides of the shallows were endless. Behind Han Dong, there was an uphill road that led to the upper end of the sea cliff.
"Let's go up and take a look."
However,
Just as Han Dong reached the top of the stairs, he stepped directly into a conference room with a familiar layout. Many familiar and unfamiliar faces were looking at Han Dong at the door of the conference room.
Han Dong didn't feel any discomfort at all when faced with such a huge change in scenery.
Moreover, Han Dong's clothes had turned into a white lab coat with a lot of plaque.
"Professor Han Dong, please take a seat!
The course schedule for this semester has already been released. The course you're in charge of is the signature of our Life Sciences Academy, so I must explain it to you clearly. "
"Yes, Dean Francesco!"
This was the University of Florence where Han Dong worked before his death. The faculty and staff present were all his colleagues when he was alive.
Han Dong didn't know when he had assumed the role of a "professor". He even felt that he had forgotten the time of the meeting because he was doing an experiment.
In front of the empty seat reserved for Han Dong, there was a sealed document bag.
For some reason, the document bag was exuding a dark aura.
"Professor Han Dong, this is the most important course in our department. You have to prepare well and make the best courseware according to the textbook … There may be famous people from all over the world who will come to attend."
"No problem."
When Han Dong opened the document bag in front of him and took out the textbook.
He was stunned in front of his seat.
A terrifying book that was constantly emitting a dark aura and the aura itself turned into a skull was placed in front of him.
The ancient text printed between the cover of the book was enough to make ordinary people fall instantly, beyond the scope of conventional biology.
"Professor Han Dong, is there a problem?"
At the same time, a strange question came from the dean's mouth.
The voice became extremely strange, as if it was produced by a broken radio and then squeezed out through a withered throat.
When Han Dong looked up and looked around, a large number of tentacles drilled out of the professors' mouths. Their skin was quickly falling off, revealing dark red muscles that were squirming.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a tingling sensation came from the depths of his brain.
Han Dong had to hold his head. When the pain disappeared, everything in front of him returned to normal.
The book in front of him became the normal "Human Biology".
"Professor Han Dong, is there a problem?"
"No problem, I'll take it seriously."
It was as if nothing had happened.
Han Dong got up and returned to his office and began to seriously create the courseware. This "Human Biology" book had a total of eight chapters, covering every important part of the human body.
"Is this book incomplete? It doesn't include the contents of the brain … Forget it! That's it for now. "
The next day.
Han Dong brought the courseware to the lecture hall.
It was already crowded with students. Everyone had a greedy look in their eyes, and some students were even drooling … If Han Dong looked at them, they would wipe their saliva away and pretend to listen to the lecture normally.
The lectern was unusually large, and there was a corpse on it for the lecture.
When he stepped onto the lectern,
Han Dong habitually used chalk to write his name on the blackboard to introduce himself.
“Warren.Nicholas”
When he habitually wrote his name, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he immediately erased it and changed it to "Dong. Han."
"This semester, I'll be explaining the" Human Biology "course. If you have any questions, you can raise your hand in class and ask me at any time after class.
Today, I'll start with the first chapter — [Eye]. "
For some reason.
When Han Dong flipped through the contents of the first chapter, he was very familiar with it and could even recite the contents backwards … At the end of the wonderful lecture, the audience burst into strong applause.
Han Dong even occasionally glanced at the forehead of some students, and there was a strange living eye.
In the blink of an eye, everything was normal again.
His teaching life went on as usual, but the workload was not light at all.
Except for the chapter on eyes, which was very smooth, the difficulty of the other chapters was unusually high.
As a result, Han Dong had to slow down the pace of the class, and even discussed the obscure contents of the book with some students and teachers after class. Sometimes, he even needed to use various human experiments to understand and verify the contents of the certificate.
Slowly, he even spent all his sleeping time on the interpretation of the textbook, just to bring the best teaching content for the students.
…
The camera pulled away from Han Dong and jumped out of the university campus wrapped in thick white fog.
They came to a dilapidated ancient castle.
There was a huge theater set up here.
In the past, when Carcosa was still functioning normally.
Those who pursued souls, or those who wanted to ask the yellow-robed king, would come here to enjoy a stage play called "The King in Yellow."
This was the basic requirement set by the yellow-robed king. Enjoying the stage play was the most basic respect for him.
Only those who could understand the meaning of the stage play were qualified to talk to him directly.
At present.
Han Dong, who was in a "deep sleep of the soul," was tied up in a strange posture by yellow strips of cloth and hung in the middle of the stage.
The yellow-robed king stood in front of him and used his slender fingers to cut open the skull and the outer surface of the soul.
He reached out and stroked the brain between the skull and the skull-shaped inner soul.
It seemed to be stroking, but in fact, it was inserting tentacles into the depths of the soul to create a different kind of "soul dream" for Han Dong.
"In this case, it should be helpful for the understanding of the" Book of the Dead ". Don't let me down, my only chosen messenger."
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