The staff member asked, puzzled, "Teacher Xiao, what's wrong?"
"...It's nothing, it's just that most of these tools seem to be from the operating room, which is somewhat different from what you'd find in forensic medicine."
Of course, in many cases, forensic tools and operating room doctors' tools do have many similarities and overlaps, but to a professional, they are full of flaws.
Upon hearing Xiao He's words, the staff member paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Teacher Xiao also knows quite a bit about these things?"
"Cough cough cough—"
Xiao He recalled his skill, "The Art of Anatomy," and couldn't help but cough.
He silently thought to himself, "Isn't this just a coincidence? I'm a professional in forensic medicine now!"
However, Xiao He casually said, "I don't know much about it, I've only read some related books and watched some videos."
"Oh, I see!"
The staff member's face immediately showed a look of sudden realization, and they couldn't help but praise, "Teacher Xiao would carefully analyze the character design and study relevant knowledge for such a role. Such dedication is truly admirable!"
Xiao He was caught off guard by the praise: "Uh, it's not that exaggerated."
This skill was basically like something I picked up for free; it hadn't been very useful until Xiao He suddenly pointed it out to me. It felt like he was showing off.
He immediately reflected on his actions, then changed the subject, saying, "Let's start filming!"
"well!"
When the staff saw Xiao He suddenly turn cold, they secretly marveled at how quickly he got into character and immediately turned around and walked behind the camera.
Xiao He walked to the workbench, glanced at the actor lying on the stage, then raised his hand and swept across the tool table, beginning to carefully select the next props.
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For some reason, the actor on the dissection table suddenly felt a chill.
He, who was pretending to be dead, couldn't help but open his eyes and look at the actor next to him.
—Because it was an artistic creation, and in order to make the filming aesthetically pleasing, the young man did not wear a formal full-body forensic outfit. A simple blue protective suit, mask, and gloves were all the protection he needed for this job. The knife in the young man's hand gleamed faintly under the light, and through the white mask, he could see the cold, emotionless gaze of the young man as he looked at him.
At that moment, his already chilly body seemed to be completely enveloped by the cold air, and even his breathing became somewhat sluggish.
Who is this person again?
Where did the film crew find the real culprit?
Help! Help me!
The actor's body went limp with fear.
In his panicked thoughts, he even forgot that the person in front of him was Xiao He, an actor who had been cast in their production team long ago.
His mind was completely muddled by Xiao He's glance, and he didn't even hear the director yell "Cut!" in the distance.
"Holy crap—"
He wanted to shout, but was stopped by the look in the eyes of the person in front of him.
"Quiet."
The young man walked over slowly and forcefully covered his mouth.
Whether it was because there was really a drug on the handkerchief or because of insufficient blood supply to the brain due to extreme fear, he actually felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning.
At this moment, all the performances, filming, and fabricated personas vanished.
His eyes, besides showing fear, could only reflect the young man's cold and chilling face.
The cold scalpel was already pressed against his neck, and his breath seemed to be completely taken away.
—What does he want to do? Kill me? Or…?
Dissecting me alive?
What kind of monster is this!
Finally, his eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness completely.
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