There had once been a box in this world, one that should never have been opened.
Yet a woman had been unable to resist her curiosity and opened it anyway.
That woman was named Pandora, and the box she opened was called Pandora's Box. She released the greed, emptiness, slander, jealousy, pain, war, plague, and other evils within it, while leaving hope behind inside.
If the human body was a box, then slicing through the skin, fat, and muscles with a scalpel was equivalent to opening that box and exposing the ugly internal organs within.
When men praised women, they always said she was like their heart and liver. No one ever said she looked like their pancreas.
Adam and Eve tasted the forbidden fruit and were ultimately driven from Eden; Pandora's Box was not meant to be opened, yet people opened it anyway. More often than not, adults' warnings had no effect at all, because children always believed they had fully grown up, possessed their own judgment, and knew perfectly well what they should and should not do.
Gong Saiyi arrived at the French National Museum of Natural History, at the Gallery of Comparative Anatomy and Paleontology.
Unlike the Grand Gallery, this exhibition hall had no colorful, modern-looking lights. Only moonlight shone in through the windows.
There were no specimens of giraffes or elephants here, only countless animal skeletons and a blood-red human model. The man, whose skin had been stripped away to reveal the muscles beneath, held his left hand high. That bloody thing stood out among the white bones, looking as though it were leading an army of skeletons forward.
This human model was naturally not a specimen made from a real human corpse. Even after being treated, muscle tissue would discolor after many years, no longer