He put his gloves back on and gently lifted the broken skull with his left hand.
The instant the fingertip touched the bone.
That strange feeling came over me.
What was originally a blurry mass of flesh and bone fragments to the naked eye appeared in his mind as a semi-transparent, grid-like structure.
Where are the sutures, where are the fascia connecting them, where are the scattered bone fragments, and which nerves are still tangled...?
It's crystal clear.
Is this the [ Touch of X-Ray Vision ]?
Su Wei held his breath and picked up the smallest scalpel with his right hand.
Without any probing, the knife tip deftly pierced the narrow, almost invisible slit behind the eye socket.
"Puff."
A very faint sound.
An optic nerve, connected to bone fragments and intertwined with the structure, was severed.
The skull, which was teetering on the brink of collapse and should have crumbled, did not collapse. Instead, it bounced up slightly due to the precise release of internal stress and returned to its original position.
The bottle of liquor that Old Hope was holding remained frozen in mid-air.
The wine sloshed around in the bottle, but he was completely unaware.
Those eyes, which had been half-closed and tinged with drunkenness, suddenly widened, and the pupils contracted sharply.
coincide?
It must have been a fluke.
Su Wei did not stop.
His movements became faster and faster, yet lighter and lighter.
His wrist moved with incredible dexterity, the blade maneuvering and rotating within a space of only millimeters.
To pick, to scrape, to cut.
The movements were incredibly fluid, without even the slightest unnecessary tremor or a single misstep.
His confidence and composure were unlike that of a novice apprentice; they were more like those of a surgeon who had been practicing for ten years.
What's even more frightening is that kind of prediction.
He always seemed to know where the traps were in advance, and the tip of his knife could always precisely avoid those bone trabeculae that were thinner than a hair while severing ligaments.
Old Hope slowly put down the bottle, the bottom of the glass hitting the ground with a dull thud.
He stood up from the sofa, his shoes making no sound as they touched the concrete floor.
He floated silently behind Su Wei.
He craned his neck, staring intently at the small knife dancing through the flesh and blood, holding his breath.
The kestrel skull, which was originally destined to be scrapped, is gradually revealing its full form under Su Wei's hands.
The shattered bone fragments were miraculously preserved in their original positions, held together only by a thin, unsevered layer of periosteum, and did not fall apart.
What kind of feel is this?
What kind of unbelievable micro-management control is this?
Old Hope felt a chill run down his spine.
Even I, at the peak of my energy in my twenties, couldn't have possessed such astonishing perception and control.
Even though Su Wei possessed the skill to dissect prey, dissecting large prey and dissecting small creatures like this, which required almost sculpting, were completely different techniques.
Could it be that he really is a genius?
He simply separated the skeletons of a few small animals under his guidance, and then looked at his notes.
You've already learned it?
"That's impossible."
Old Hope let out a low, hoarse murmur, his voice filled with disbelief.
Su Wei heard it, but he didn't get distracted.
At this moment, he entered a mysterious state, focusing intently on the skeleton.
The final step.
Clean the brain cavity of any remaining contents.
This requires absolute blind operation.
The tip of the knife goes in completely unseen; it's all based on feel and the mental model.
Su Wei took a deep breath, steadied his breathing, and felt his heartbeat slow down.
[ Bone Cleaning LV1] Fully enabled.
The three-dimensional image in his mind instantly lit up with red lines, guiding the blade's path.
The tip of the knife deftly probed in, hooking and twisting.
A mass of dark red tissue was completely extracted without touching any bone fragments.
"Bite."
The scalpel was gently tossed into the tray with a crisp sound, signaling the end of the surgery.
Su Wei picked up the kestrel skull, which had been cleaned thoroughly and was still intact despite being covered in cracks, and held it up to the light.
The stark white bones possessed a morbid beauty under the light.
Those cracks did not damage its structure; instead, they exuded a sense of deathly artistry.
Su Wei turned around and handed the work to Old Hope.
"It hasn't dispersed."
Just two simple words.
Old Hope stared at the skull, his expression incredibly complex.
In that instant, the coldness, arrogance, and harshness on his face shattered, replaced by a look of utter shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
His lips moved as if he wanted to curse "bullshit luck," but in the end, he didn't say anything.
The large, withered hands trembled slightly as they took it, their fingertips gently tracing the fragile cracks, feeling the perfect connection.
Perfect.
For a beginner, this is simply incredible.
"You..."
Old Hope raised his head, and for the first time, all his contempt vanished from his cloudy gray eyes.
A chillingly fanatical light shone in his eyes.
"You really haven't studied this before?"
"To be honest, I've tried it before."
Su Wei took off his gloves and tossed them aside.
His heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he had exaggerated the module's abilities too much, so he quickly tried to cover it up.
Although, it seems that it's not very effective anymore.
Old Hope's lips twitched violently.
Have you tried it?
If you could achieve this skill just by trying, then I've wasted the last forty years of my life.
Maybe this kid really is a genius?
Otherwise, why would that stubborn Black have taken a liking to him?
Old Hope suddenly turned around and strode to the metal cabinet in the corner, which was locked with three locks and which he usually wouldn't even let anyone look at.
A series of clanging sounds followed, the key turning rapidly and roughly.
He pulled out a black leather scroll.
That was a valuable set of hand-peeling knives that he had specially commissioned in Germany when he was young. It was a tool he used frequently in his youth and is now a precious collection.
"Take it."
Old Hope came back and slammed the heavy roll of knives into Su Wei's arms with such force that it looked like he was about to fight.
"Be here promptly at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
"If you dare to be even a minute late, I'll turn you and that bear into specimens."
The old man roared fiercely, then immediately turned his back to Su Wei, seemingly not wanting him to see the barely suppressed excitement and appreciation for talent on his face.
Now, take your things and get out.