The boy is called Zhang Jie, a very ordinary name, and even the probability of a duplicate name is still very high. It is said that he is a boy, but in fact he is nearly thirty years old and can already see his nasolabial folds.

I went to school all my life and never really worked, but I really read many ghost stories in my daily life. Now when I want to tell them, I really have a sense of identity.

He felt empathy.

He lowered his head and looked at the people around him gloomy. After all, he was still interested in telling a story first.

"Okay, then I'll tell you a little story."

He quickly got into the state, which felt really gloomy and terrifying.

After all, he is still a little tender, but the storytelling thing always has to be exaggerated.

The surrounding environment is a little gloomy and terrifying now, and the quiet surrounding environment is really cool.

"By the way, that's not known how long ago, maybe yesterday, maybe a long time ago, I've forgotten."

These few words made the environment weird. He was obviously a good at telling ghost stories.

"It's probably in summer, the weather is pretty good. At that time, I was a medical student and worked hard every day for exercise surgery. There are still very few craniotomy surgery when we exercise. When we exercise, we usually exercise on eggs."

He slowly narrated.

This should be about medical students. In Uranus, there is a state medical university with the world's top level, all the equipment, and the exercise time is long. When they graduate, they will be at the earliest age of 25 or 26. Their golden age will be in their thirties. When they are over 40 years old, the main and particularly meticulous operation depends on their personal status.

So when students in this school take all their time to study when they are young, just to give their golden period a little more time.

"We go to school to practice every night, and it's usually a lot of people, but on that night, it seems very strange that the school actually prohibits students from entering the classroom."

The wind was very bad, as if something strange suddenly happened, and rumors gradually spread throughout the school.

The school was very strict at that time, so they were not allowed to continue their internships.

"At that time, I never believed that there were ghosts and gods, the corpses of the donors that were used by normal. Well, in medical school, we respectfully call it the corpse of the Dashi Teacher."

He forced a wave of explanation.

But the depression at this time has not changed.

Medical schools always appear in horror stories, and the underground corpse warehouse is a very strange place. Although the equipment is relatively advanced now, not many people have mentioned it.

"What I want to say actually has nothing to do with the general teachers. The general teachers in the school take the initiative to donate. They should be the most caring people."

He explained first.

Having said this, many fantasies here have been broken.

It's not a problem with the underground corpse warehouse.

At this time, people began to have doubts in their hearts, and they wanted to know the story of this guy.

They want to know what is going on.

At this time, Zhang Jie's face began to turn a little gloomy. Si Fan could see that Queen Hong was doing things.

The surrounding environment began to become strange, and Zhang Jie's face began to have a little restrained look, as if he was an evil ghost, and the surrounding environment became strange.

Occasionally, strange sounds came out, and the glass outside looked a little mottled. If you saw it carefully, it seemed that you had arrived at the library of the medical school.

Everything is so weird. Everyone's books have become hospital records, with data written on it, and they get pictures of the bodies.

It was just a teacher who could explain next to me.

How can you not be afraid?

It is impossible for them not to be afraid.

Zhang Jie continued.

In our school, there is a legend that when the school was founded, a very beautiful female teacher came to apply for the job. After the school teacher at that time verified her academic qualifications, knowledge level and practical operational ability, she was hired.

But half a year later, according to the police's wanted order, the leaders of our school discovered that she was actually a serial killer.

When she found out that she was discovered, she did not run away, but committed suicide by taking poison, soaking herself in a formalin jar, and writing donation documents, donating her body to the school as a specimen.

This is the most beautiful general teacher in our school.

However, a terrifying thing happened. Every July and a half, the school would hear miserable howls. I heard that it was the soul of the person who was broken down by the female teacher back then.

On this day, the female teacher will appear in the teaching building to find new goals.

His voice was very low, and the rendering environment around him was very strange.

When I explained this, I was just a female teacher. The more plots should be about himself.

But no.

When he talked about this, he had already started to slow down his voice.

"Actually, I never believed in this, but that night, I went to the school's laboratory classroom and wanted to continue training myself."

"Who knew that during the process of handling eggs, I suddenly heard someone say something behind me."

"You should be gentler and breathe well. You need to hold your breath for a few seconds at the most critical moment, but it should not be too long."

"This is all told me. To be honest, a teacher explained later that he would learn very quickly. He should have practiced slowly for a long time. Under the teacher's guidance, I quickly completed the operation. Not only did I peel off the egg shell, but also opened the film inside and sewed it on. It was the best I have ever done in my life."

He paused a little when he said this, and there were some changes on his body. His already pale face turned pale, and there was a smell around him.

It's the smell of blood and a bit of formalin's nausea.

"At this time, the teacher asked me, have you learned it? If you learn it, please accompany her to practice the techniques. She wants to make her skills better."

As he said that, Zhang Jie stopped talking. It might be because there was no sound or something.

Suddenly, he seemed to turn his head over.

"Ah!~~~~" exclaimed, it was a girl, an American girl.

She was not surprised by this story, nor did she feel horrible. The horror culture in Asia is completely different from them.

Their horror is more realistic.

But at this moment, she couldn't help screaming.

At this time, Zhang Jie had an obvious stitching wound on his face, which was very neat and delicate, and there were also wounds on his neck. When he turned around, his head was actually hung around his neck at a strange angle.
Chapter completed!