The big guy left the operating room, and when he returned, he had a syringe in his hand.
Tutu tried to stop him, "Isn’t that needle reused? Can you switch to a new one?"
"A dying person and still so much nonsense?"
The small guy took the syringe and directly jabbed it into Tutu’s vein.
This person’s body had been checked before, no bad habits from the past. Starting with an intravenous injection would inevitably induce a trance, and it wouldn’t be long before he fell into a coma.
And the initial reaction was just as he thought, Tutu’s skin began to redden and heat up, breathing became heavy...
Then nothing happened, Tutu’s complexion remained unchanged, his expression calm, eyes fixed on him.
"What did you inject me with? I won’t get HIV, will I?"
The small guy suspiciously looked at the big guy.
"Didn’t you give enough dosage?"
The big guy scratched his head.
"Impossible, I mixed it according to my usual dose."
The small guy, despite suspecting the other of skimping on the drug, still said,
"Then increase the dosage. Don’t think about saving on the drug cost."
Another injection went in.
Tutu’s body’s reactions began to intensify, first trembling all over, then foaming at the mouth, eyeballs rolled upward, a typical overdose reaction of a junkie nearing death.
"Hurry up with the surgery, a dead person’s organs aren’t worth much."
Saying this, he plunged a knife into Tutu’s abdomen, pulling it horizontally to open a bloody gash.
However, the surgery hadn’t lasted a few seconds before Tutu returned to his previous state, swallowing the saliva in his mouth, eyes fixed on the small guy.
Focused on the surgery, the small guy didn’t notice the anomaly because the body showed no pain or twitching reactions, cooperating well like anesthetized.
Tutu calmly watched him use the scalpel to extract his organs into the prepared container, finally unable to resist asking.
"What’s that? My liver or spleen?"
If you don’t clean it and take a good look on the table, most people can’t actually distinguish the types of live organs, especially under such bloody circumstances.
The small guy scavenger heard the voice, shocked, looking at the conscious Tutu again and then at the kidney in his hand, switching back and forth several times.
"Me? Not really, you continue."
Tutu’s gaze remained very calm, the scavenger couldn’t see even a hint of pain endurance from his face.
This calm demeanor almost made the small guy scavenger drop the surgical knife in shock, thinking perhaps this is a cyber lunatic?
Tutu then asked again
"In your line of work, you must need profound knowledge in prosthetic body parts, right? Can you tell me about it?"
"For example, the normal prosthesis power load on the human body, does it vary with age or sex?"
The small guy scavenger didn’t answer but tried to shift focus to his work, excessive talking would just hasten this fool’s death.
However, Tutu’s mouth was like a machine gun.
"I heard from our hacker mentor, hackers have a trick of brain-computer overclocking, how high can it go, can it exceed 10GHz?"
"It’s said prostheses overload can cause high-temperature ablative nerve damage, can liquid nitrogen be used for cooling? What cooling do you normally use..."
"Air cooling or water cooling..."
"Can adding RGB light strips enhance prosthetic performance..."
"Can cooling paste be directly applied on sensor pins? If out of paste, can toothpaste be used instead, I think toothpaste is quite cheap..."
"By the way, it’s already 2075, you guys probably don’t brush teeth now, right? You must have plug-and-pull switches, what do you use, green switch or brown switch? I personally like black switch."
"It’s the era of prosthetics now, why do you guys still steal native organs? Their functionality should be much inferior, what’s good about natives, mechanical ascension you don’t understand?"
"You wouldn’t prepare my organs for cooking, would you? Like Hannibal, could you share a piece of thigh with me to taste? I’ve seen them eat it with great relish..."
The small guy scavenger’s hand was trembling; he had already removed both kidneys and liver from this fellow, yet this guy seemed to feel no pain and kept chattering, without the injected drug having any effect...
This guy... is he really human?
He took a deep breath
"Block this guy’s mouth."
A piece of dirty rag was immediately stuffed into Tutu’s mouth, suddenly making the whole world feel quiet to the two.
But the small guy scavenger found himself unable to proceed with the surgery, the words the other spoke before were buzzing in his mind like flies nonstop.
Moreover, even with the mouth blocked, the other’s eyes still curiously watched him, that look seemingly urging him to continue extracting his organs.
He had killed so many people, extracted so many organs, yet this was the first time he felt immense fear toward his surgical subject.
He even hallucinated seeing a hint of irony in the other’s eyes, alongside his own face...
Perhaps... he should connect to the other’s system, check through whether this person’s brain had issues.
On the outskirts of the abandoned construction site, inconspicuous places, pairs of eyes hidden amidst the junk heaps were watching those scavengers standing guard at various places of the building.