Otome Dissection の小説・ストーリー

"What will we start with?" "Dissection!" Professor Turner's eyes were firm. "If you want to use western medicine to quickly relieve a patient’s pain, you need to master basic surgical skills. Dissection will help you understand the human body and familiarize yourself with surgical techniques. So, we'll start with dissection. There are hundreds of corpses stored in the base, enough for you to practice on!" Melanie’s gaze also changed, but there was hesitation in them instead of firmness. "Hundreds of corpses? Where are they stored?"

She had yet to realize the gravity of the situation. "Correct," replied Olivia softly. "This is an osteotome. It's specially structured for precise accuracy and efficiency during bone-cutting. "This is a rongeur, to hold the bones in place for the cutting. It helps with accuracy and stability too. "And this is something you should know. A chainsaw." Like a saleswoman, Olivia introduced the tools to Marina professionally. "We'll forgo the anesthesia. I'll cut your skin open and then your bones." Marina broke in a cold sweat. "You can't do this to me, Olivia Fordham!"

The black pupils were as deep as a bottomless pool, gloomy and cold. Like the reflection of some miraculous connection between life and death: On the autopsy table was also a young and beautiful girl, with dark purple lips and a blue face. There were no other wounds on her body. At low temperatures, a layer of frost formed under her eyelashes. She lay there quietly, like a freshly cut flower, frozen in a specimen. After finishing the external examination, Harmony's long, slender fingers held a silver surgical knife, cutting a Y-shaped incision. Starting at the end of the shoulder on one side, going along the top of the ribs to the end of the opposite shoulder, and then from the midpoint of t

The temperature in the chamber seemed to drop. The body had been opened with impossible precision. Not mutilated. Mapped. Incisions traced major vascular pathways with surgical elegance. Organs remained intact but deliberately repositioned, as though someone had conducted a living autopsy on a still-moving subject. No hesitation marks. No wasted cuts. No trace of emotional violence. Only method. Cattleya’s gaze sharpened almost imperceptibly. The investigator noticed. “You’ve seen something like this before.” “Not exactly,” she replied, voice steady. Technically true. She had never seen this exact pattern.

Instead, I continued watching Yvonne's demonstration in silence. Yvonne held up a bottle of antiseptic and went to the operating table. She turned to face the cameras and said professionally, "This cadaver is highly carbonized and has also been exposed to certain contaminants. To ensure precision during dissection, we have to first clean the outermost layer of the cadaver." Yvonne then opened up the bottle and poured all its contents on the charred corpse. White smoke wafted up from the cadaver the moment the antiseptic came into contact with it, followed by an eerie sizzling noise.

Schnell had dragged J and me into what might've been the worst-timed biology class in human history. “Hold the specimen steady. Thoracic cavity intact. Neural cluster exposed,” Schnell barked. J didn’t flinch. His hands were already gloved, scalpel poised over the twitch-frozen corpse of the Neurovore. The thing was grotesque up close. Part brain, part armored insect, part machine. Layers peeled back like leaves in some hellish cabbage, each one drier than expected, but alive with unnatural precision. Fractal musculature curled in on itself like origami made of meat.

The coroner in charge of the body looked up in surprise as he saw us approach. “Ignore us doctor,” Dominic slightly commanded. “We are only here for information.” The male coroner shrugged and clicked on his recorder. He put on three white rubber gloves on each hand and because he was going to be holding a sharp leather scalpel. “Subject was brought in without his head,” the coroner began.“From the jagged, stump of the subject’s neck, it would seem that the head exploded.” I relieved that part in my head all over again. “Now I am going to cut the torso open to give me access to the internal organ, this way, I can determine the cause of death.”

Avery immediately began to vomit violently. It was impossible for her to identify that mangled mess of flesh and blood. Throughout her time in medical school, she had dissected small animals and human corpses… However, this was the first time she had come face to face with such a disfigured body! "Are you alright, Miss Tate?" asked the officer as he helped Avery up. Avery's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. "I'm sorry… I can't tell… Just do a DNA test or something!"

“You’ll get used to it by week three. Here, let me show you.” Charlotte shot me a grateful grin. “Julian’s a fifth-year transfer. He’s basically a pro at this point. Watch how he does it.” I leaned over the cadaver and made the incision clean and confident, pointing things out as I went. “See the brachial artery here? Follow it up to the axillary. Nice and steady. No need to rush.” The first-year girl stared at me like I’d grown two heads. “You’re not even fazed? I feel like I’m dissecting my own arm.”

"Why are you still broadcasting? It's already blown up. Isn't this disgusting enough? Let's go. What bad luck!" She strode out at once, moving so fast it almost looked like she was fleeing. The few people following her exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts, but they still followed. The noisy Anatomy Room fell silent in an instant. Isolde did not look toward the exit. She lowered her head, picked up the scalpel, and continued the dissection. If those people had remained, they would have seen that her technique was highly professional. Every cut was precise and clean, and her familiarity with the human body matched that of a seasoned practitioner.