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The boy is called Zhang Jie. A very common name, even with the same probability, is still very high. It is said that the boy is already nearly thirty years old.

I have never worked in school for a lifetime, but I do n’t really see ghost stories in the usual words. Now when I want to speak, I really have a sense of identity.

He felt the same.

Looking down at the people around him, looking down, he was interested in telling the first story after all.

"Well, let me tell a little story."

He quickly entered the state, which felt really eerie.

After all, he is still a little tender, but storytelling always needs to be rendered.

Now the surrounding environment is a little dark and horrible, and coupled with the quiet surrounding environment, it is really cool.

"By the way, I don't know how long ago, maybe yesterday, maybe a long time ago, I have forgotten."

These few words make the environment weird. He is obviously a good storyteller.

"It was probably in the summer and the weather was pretty good. At that time, I was a student at the medical school. I worked hard every day to do surgery. Craniotomy is usually rare during exercise. When we exercise, we usually It's training on eggs. "

He narrated slowly.

This should be a matter for medical students. There is a state medical university in Uranos, the world's top level, all the equipment is complete, and the exercise time is long. When they graduate, they will be 25 or 26 years old. They The golden age has been until his thirties, and when he is over forty, the most delicate operations depend on his state.

Therefore, the students of this school will hurry to study all the time when they are young, just to give themselves a golden period of time.

"We go to school every night to practice, usually a lot of people, but that night, it seems to be a special weird, the school actually forbids students from entering the classroom."

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

The school was very strict at the time, and they were not allowed to continue internships.

"At that time, I never believed that a ghost and **** said that the teacher in general, that is, the body of a donor that is usually used, um, in the medical school we are called the teacher in general."

He forcibly explained a wave.

But nothing changed at this time.

Medical schools always appear in horror stories. Underground corpses are a very weird place. Although the current equipment is relatively advanced, not many people have mentioned it.

"The things I want to say have nothing to do with the general teachers. The general teachers in the school donate actively. They should be the kindest people."

He first explained a wave.

Having said that, it has shattered many of the illusions here.

Not an underground corpse.

At this time, people have begun to doubt, they want to know the story of this guy.

They want to know what exactly happened.

At this time, Zhang Jie started to look a little grim, and Si Fan saw that he was doing things after red.

The surrounding environment began to become weird, and Zhang Jie's face began to look a bit constrictive, as if it were a ghost, and the surrounding environment became weird.

Occasionally, weird voices came out, and the glass outside was a bit mottled. Looking carefully, it seemed to be in the medical school library.

Everything is so weird, the books in everyone's hands have become the records of the hospital, which is written with data one by one, and what they get is a planed picture of the body.

Just sent the teacher to explain next.

How can you not be afraid.

They cannot be afraid.

Zhang Jie went on talking.

In our school, there is a legend that when the school was founded, a very beautiful female teacher had come to apply for it. After verifying her education and knowledge level and practical ability, the school teacher hired her.

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

When she knew that she was found, she did not run away, but took poison to commit suicide, soaked herself in a formalin jar, wrote a donation document, and donated her body to the school as a specimen.

This is the most beautiful teacher in our school.

However, horrible things happened. In July and half of each year, a miserable howl came from the school. I heard that it was the soul of a person who was broken down by the female teacher.

The female teacher will appear in the teaching building on this day, looking for new goals.

His voice is very low, and the surrounding environment is very weird.

When I explained here, it was only a female teacher. This more plot should be about himself.

but.

By this time he had begun to slow down his voice.

"Actually, I never believed in it ~ www.readwn.com ~ But that night, I went to the school's experimental classroom and wanted to continue to train myself."

"Who knows, in the process of handling eggs, I suddenly heard someone say something behind me."

"Hands should be lighter, breathing should be balanced, and you need to hold your breath for a few seconds at the most critical time, but it should not be too long."

"This is what he told me. Honestly, there was a teacher explaining it later. Learning would be very fast. I should have practiced slowly for a long time. Under the teacher's instruction, I quickly completed the operation. Not only It's the best I've ever done, peeling the eggshell, opening the film inside, and sewing it again. "

When he said that, he paused slightly, and there were some changes on his body. His pale face was even paler, and there was some smell around him.

It smelled of blood, but also a little disgusting smell of formalin.

"At this time, the teacher asked me, did you learn it? If you did, just accompany her to practice. She wants to make her technology better."

Talking, talking, Zhang Jie wouldn't say anymore, maybe there was no sound, or there might be something.

Suddenly, he seemed to turn around.

"Ah! ~~~~" exclaimed, a girl, a girl from Mi.

She wasn't surprised by this story at all, nor did she feel horror. The culture of horror 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 suture wound on his face, very neat and very delicate, and there was a wound on his neck. At this time, turning around, his head actually hung on his neck at a strange angle.