The ghosts in front of us clearly didn't become like this post-autopsy but must have been alive before ending up this way.
Wen Yan pushed open the door of the factory existing in the present world and lifted the thick plastic curtain there.
Inside, he saw that makeshift plastic drapes had divided the space into several partitions, with some of them housing various instruments.
He pulled back one of the curtains and saw a person lying on a surgical table, their body crudely opened and their skin partially removed, their chest a blood-soaked mess. Even Wen Yan, an outsider, could see that something inside was missing.
Next to him, the instruments indicated that the person hadn't entirely breathed their last, their heart still struggling to beat, wavering weaker and weaker.
Until the monitor displayed a straight line, a slightly harsh warning sound piercing the air.
