This is a remake of the previous one
Before the introduction, let me ask you a question. This is a paradox question
If I asked you, "Would you answer 'no' to this question?", Should you answer "yes" or "no"?
The day before I became a forensic examiner, I turned on the TV as usual, and the news that a fugitive murderer had hanged himself suddenly popped up on the screen. The bright red scene was so painful that it hurt my eyes. But since I was going to join the job tomorrow, I just regarded it as irrelevant social news. Even my brother, who has always been keen, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it."
Until that sudden sleep.
Instead of waking up in a familiar bed, I fell into a strange world filled with rancid odor and fog. There is no alternation of day and night here, only an endless test of survival: randomly triggered death missions, malicious rules games, dark corners hiding unknown dangers, and every step is on the line of life and death. What's even more terrifying is the iron law here - dying here is the real death in reality.
I have dissected countless corpses, but now I have become the target of being "hunted"; the hands that should have used science to restore the truth now have to hold weapons to fight against the unknown fear. I must complete the mission and at the same time, always beware of traps around me and betrayal by "same kind"
And my only goal is to get out of this place alive
