When "qualified people" from all over the world are pulled into an alien space full of ghosts and curses, everyone is screaming, fleeing, and struggling desperately. Only Lin Mo pushed up his glasses, looked at the ghost covered with corpses in front of him, and calmly took out the scalpel.
"Based on the twisting angle of your cervical spine, your weak point is the C3 joint. Also, the decibel level of your scream exceeds the standard."
Lin Mo, a former criminal psychologist, is a patient with severe hyperamnesia and was born with emotional deficits. In this [waste] abandoned by the gods, fear is the catalyst for death, and reason is the only weapon. And Lin Mo is the only "bug" here.
[Props obtained: rusty blood-stained meat saw knife] [Note: Don't be too dirty, it cuts through bones as smoothly as cutting butter. Also, the previous owner died of tetanus, so you are advised to wear gloves.
Lin Mo smiled when he saw the funny notes popping up in his field of vision. "This is not hell... This is my playground."
