Chapter 409: Does the Doctor Know Desensitization Therapy?

As the axe blade tore through the bones, bright red blood splattered onto the model next to it and slowly flowed down.

The shop owner's head rolled on the ground and hit the corner of the wall. A stunned expression remained on his face. He stared at Zhong Mu in disbelief, his body staggering.

"You... why did you hurt me so maliciously?!" The head that fell to the ground began to speak. Its body was motionless, but its head was still conscious and was still loudly condemning Zhong Mu, "I kindly invited you in to visit! And you actually robbed me! You even chopped me! Are you sick?"

His bad tone was as if Zhong Mu was the unforgivable person, while he, who had collected a room full of body parts, was just an ordinary person.

Zhong Mu didn't dare to look at the headless body lying on the ground. Instead, he glanced at the head that rolled to the corner of the wall. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling of facing the shattered body. Then he plucked up his courage, bent down, grabbed the body, and dragged it to the corner of the wall.

"What? Even if you give your body back to me now, I will not forgive you! I want you to pay the price!" The owner's head yelled, and he was about to lose his temper with Zhong Mu.

He saw Zhong Mu suddenly raise the axe and chop off his arm in front of him.

"My hands! Ahh ...

But Zhong Mu turned a deaf ear and didn't want to look at the broken body, so he simply closed his eyes, raised the axe and started chopping randomly, chopping wherever he could.

The owner kept screaming, and it seemed that he was conscious for a while after his head and body were separated, but as he kept screaming, his voice disappeared at a certain moment.

Zhong Mu slowly opened his eyes a crack, took a peek at the bloody mess in front of him, then quickly turned his head away.

It seems that in this city, when a person's head is just chopped off, their consciousness still belongs to them for a short time, and only after a period of time will the consciousness disappear. This is why the behavior of seeking limbs in the city also includes seeking heads.

If you want a good-looking head, just chop off someone else's head, wait until they lose consciousness, and then sew it back on your own.

This city is probably like this.

If the head is replaced manually... I guess I have to sew the new head on quickly while I am still conscious.

Zhong Mu no longer had any idea what the residents of this city were like. In a city where there was already a lot of messy physical transactions going on, he didn't want to think too much about it.

Looking at the spliced ​​bodies outside, he couldn't think of anything at all. He just had to protect himself.

Zhong Mu wiped the blood off his face, then turned around to wipe his hands and the axe. After cleaning them, he took the doctor's legs off the model and wrapped them with red cloth.

When he reached the door, Zhong Mu looked back at the puddle in the corner. Although it seemed impossible to sew it back together, he still wanted to be on the safe side...

Zhong Mu, holding the axe and his bound legs, stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The exhibition hall is giving away free limbs for a limited time! First come, first served!"

His voice immediately attracted the attention of countless people around him.

Limbs at the exhibition hall? And they’re free???

Isn't that the place with the best looking limbs around? Are all those high-end limbs given away for free?

Greed radiated from the eyes of the group of people. They didn't care whether the news was true or not. After hearing the shouts, they rushed into the exhibition hall without hesitation and began to loot things, fearing that if they were a step late, the good things would belong to others.

Zhong Mu dodged the crowd rushing in and looked at the chaos inside with countless people trampling on each other and snatching things everywhere. He turned around and walked back quickly with relief.

There were so many people looting inside, and all the limbs were scattered in the hands of different people. There was no way they could get them back.

Before returning to the area where the doctor was, Zhong Mu first took the axe and demanded needles and thread, then went to the clinic to ask for some anesthetics, painkillers and water, and then hurried back.

Sensing that the doctor's position had not changed and that he was always calm, he relaxed a little, but he still hurried back quickly. He didn't completely relax until he saw the doctor in front of the alley.

"You're back?" Hearing familiar footsteps approaching, Mu He raised his head and asked softly. Then he smelled the strong smell of blood on Zhong Mu, "Are you injured?"

"No, it's not my blood." Zhong Mu shook his head, put down the things wrapped around his body, washed his hands first, then stuffed the medicine into Mu He's mouth and fed him a sip of water, "Take this, and the pain will go away."

Mu He swallowed the medicine in his mouth and smiled helplessly: "I am a monster, and human medicine has no effect on me."

Zhong Mu was stunned. "What should I do then... The stitches will hurt."

"I can bear it." Mu He fumbled and lifted up his trouser legs. "The pain will go away once the bones and flesh heal."

Zhong Mu looked at the needle and thread in his hand at a loss. When he raised his eyes, he saw Mu He's bloody wound, and his hands began to tremble again.

"The cut surface on the doctor's leg was chopped up into a mess..."

"It's okay. As long as it's sewn up, the missing part will grow back." Noticing Zhong Mu's uneasiness, Mu He raised his hand and beckoned, "Come here."

Zhong Mu moved closer with the needle and thread in his hand and rested his head against Mu He's outstretched hand.

Mu He touched Zhong Mu's head, then cupped his face with one hand and kissed his forehead soothingly. "Sew it slowly. No matter how it gets sewn, the leg will heal. The monster is more tenacious than you think. Don't treat me like a human."

Zhong Mu was still dizzy from seeing the broken human body. He pinched the thread, frowning, and tried hard to concentrate on helping Mu He sew it up.

He held his leg with one hand and held the needle and thread with the other. After sewing two stitches, he would look up at the sky, take a breath, grit his teeth, and then lower his head to continue sewing.

Listening to Zhong Mu's increasingly disordered breathing, Mu He reached out and touched his sweaty cheek, "You seem to be really afraid of incomplete human bodies."

"...Yeah." Zhong Mu took a deep breath and responded, "When I was very young, my parents forced me to look at anatomical diagrams of the human body, so I hated it."

"Isn't it more than that?"

When he said this, the emotion conveyed was not that strong.

"…and…made me…dissect my dead pet."

Zhong Mu took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "And that's just the beginning. Later they'll bring back some rabbits, frogs, and other things for me to cut. They say it's for practice for the future."

"If I didn't want to, they would just remain silent and not cook for me until I gave in... So later I learned to take care of myself, cooking, washing clothes, mending clothes and so on."

Perhaps because he was talking about the past with Mu He, he calmed down a little and continued to sew with his head down.

The white thread pierced the epidermis, embedded into the flesh, and was pulled out through the flesh and blood. The thread was dyed bright red, as if Zhong Mu saw the scene of a sharp scalpel cutting the skin and blood flowing. He immediately stopped in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter. If it makes you uncomfortable to see it, then you don't have to look at it. Just sew it casually." Mu He said softly.

Zhong Mu withdrew his gaze from the sky to relieve his condition and turned to look at Mu He.

“Does the doctor know about desensitization therapy?”