Xu Zhi's daily routine involves talking to the dead and interpreting silent testimonies with a scalpel. As a forensic doctor with superior intelligence and cold personality, he believes that all deaths have a logical basis.
Until one late night of overtime work, logic died.
He was forced into a strange world called "Infinite Forensic System". The replicas here are not horror chambers or doomsday ruins, but unresolved death scenes: the autopsy room where the Internet celebrity forensic doctor committed suicide bizarrely, the mirror world where Bloody Mary is entrenched, the black hole of the subway that swallows living people, the living museum filled with the smell of preservatives...
When other players screamed to escape from being chased by ghosts, Xu Zhi put on rubber gloves with his backhand.
[The muscle tissue is abnormally contracted, the stitches contain strong resentment, and the time span of death exceeds three hundred years...]
His calm pathological analysis actually made the terrifying suture monster tremble and kneel down, weeping blood and wailing: "Why... Are you here now... To explore the cause of my death?"
The system alarm screamed, and the NPC's scream touched a taboo that was strictly prohibited from leaking——
The teammates who were forced to form a team were also "talented":
A psychic girl with extraordinary intuition, a former security expert who believes in "physical transcendence", a history professor with a crooked knowledge base, and a talkative friend Cheng Mo who only creates trouble but is unexpectedly reliable.
Xu Zhi holds a scalpel and stands on the dividing line between reality and weirdness.
He will diagnose every abnormality and analyze every death echo.
Use the most professional means to deconstruct the most unscientific plot.
But he gradually discovers that the biggest mystery lies in his own cold past.
When the clues point to the real world, to his familiar anatomy table,
Only then did he realize that the system might not have selected him because he was a forensic doctor.
But because he himself was a death report that had already been issued.
[Welcome to the unlimited forensic system.
Your scalpel will dissect the truth of the world.
Intention: I want to write an infinite flow group portrait article