Fourth Operating Room

The third drawer of the autopsy room freezer was stuck. When I pulled it away hard, twenty-seven glass eyes rolled down to the ground. These were the failed products of the 1998 "vision psychic" experiment, and each iris has a small number engraved on it. The innermost eyeball suddenly turned, and the sister's face was reflected in the pupil. She stood in the center of a circular altar, with a bronze tripod wrapped around her umbilical cord, and octopus tentacles protruding from the slit in her abdomen. When I looked closer, my eyeballs exploded, and pus spelled out the latitude and longitude on the tiles—the exact coordinates of the underground altar in the hospital. Why is this? New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!