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The juvenile is called Zhang Jie. It is a very common name, even if it has the same name, the probability is very high. As a teenager, in fact, it is already nearly thirty years old.

I never went to school for a lifetime, but I never really worked, 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 empathy.

I looked down at the people around me, my head down, after all, the first storytelling was still interesting.

好 "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.

The surrounding environment is a little spooky and the surrounding quiet environment is really cool.

话 "In other words, I don't know how long ago, it may be yesterday, it may be a long time ago, I have forgotten it."

A few words made the environment weird. He was 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.

So 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 just that night, it seems to be a special weird, the school actually forbids students from entering the classroom."

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

The school at that time was very strict, so they did not let them continue their internship.

"I never believed in ghosts and gods at that time, the teacher, that is, the body of a donor who is usually used. Well, in the medical school, we are called the teacher."

He forcibly explained a wave.

But did not change the depression at this time.

The Medical College of Medicine has always appeared in horror stories. The underground corpse is a very weird place. Although the current equipment is relatively advanced, not many people have mentioned it.

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

He explained a wave first.

I said this, it has broken a lot of illusions here.

Is not a problem with underground corpses.

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 library.

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

I sent the teacher to explain next.

How can I 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, there was a very beautiful female teacher who came to apply for it. The school teacher at the time verified her education and knowledge level.

After her practical skills, she hired her.

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

After knowing 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, the school heard a miserable howl. I heard that it was the soul of a person who was broken down by the female teacher of that year.

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 strange.

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

but.

When he said this, he was already slowing down.

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

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

"Keep your hands lighter, keep your breathing balanced, and hold your breath for a few seconds at the most critical time, but not too long."

"This is what he told me. To be honest, there is a teacher explaining at the back ~ www.readwn.com ~ learning will be very fast. I should have practiced slowly for a long time. Under the teacher's instruction, I am fast After the operation was completed, not only was the egg shell peeled off, the film inside was opened, and then it was sewn on. It was the best I have ever done. "

说 He said here, there was a little pause, and there were some changes on his body, his pale face was even paler, and there was some smell around him.

Rin is a smell of blood and a bit of a disgusting smell of formalin.

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

I was talking and talking, Zhang Jie would not say any more, 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, nor did she feel horror. 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 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.

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