That night I went to her dormitory to look for her, she was not there, the door was open, I sat on the sofa and waited for her, I was impatient, so I got up and looked through her desk, ready to find a magazine for entertainment, there was nothing to look at, I took an old newspaper casually, accidentally, a piece of paper floated out of the stack and fell to the ground, it was an old and yellowed paper, my nerves tensed all at once, I seemed to have seen this paper somewhere.

I picked up the piece of paper and flipped it over, my eyes wide in horror, it turned out that this was the volunteer form of the female corpse I had dissected a year earlier, and that I had signed it before the corpse was handed over to the autopsy room.

That's right, my signature is still on it, but how can it be here???

I was a little panicked, hurriedly opened the old newspaper and looked, in the social vision column, it was the social news of "White-collar Beauty Committed Suicide for Love", the date of the newspaper was the day I dissected the corpse, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar, chills, and I felt that this room suddenly had an indescribable eerie horror.

At this time, I heard clear footsteps in the aisle, the sound of high heels, walking towards this side step by step, I didn't know what to do for a while, so I had to wait for her to appear.

When the footsteps reached the door, they suddenly stopped, and I didn't see anyone, but I seemed to feel her standing at the doorway staring at me, my feet were a little weak, but I didn't dare to move, and after a while, the sound of high heels sounded again, farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

I ran home like crazy, calmed down for hours, my mind was spinning rapidly, how could this be? maybe she was just a classmate or colleague of the girl, or maybe a good friend, so it wasn't strange to keep these things, and maybe the footsteps were just from downstairs, and I was so nervous.

I calmed down a little and called her on my phone, hoping to get something out. No one answered the phone, so I called desperately, but it was all a long tone. The more she didn't answer, the more terrified I felt.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, exactly the same as the crisp sound of high heels on the concrete floor. My heart was pounding, and I didn't dare to get out.

"Knock! knock!" someone knocked on the door.

It was really her, she was coming for me! I hesitated, and finally convinced myself to open the door.

"It's you!" I said, my throat a little astringent.

"It's me. She said.

"I went to look for you at night, but you weren't there. I took a few steps back and said.

"I'm out on some errands! She said.

"Really?"

"Why do you keep calling me on my phone?" she said.

"I ...... I'm afraid something will happen to you. I said.

She smiled and said, "Shall I stay with you tonight?"

I wanted her to go, but I couldn't, we've known each other for so long, and she's never let me touch her body. I thought to myself, maybe I was really suspicious, how could it have anything to do with her appearance and the girl?

"I'll take a shower first!" she said, walking towards the bathroom.

"Alright!" I stepped aside.

I sat in the living room, and I was nervous when I heard the sound of water flushing inside, but I always persuaded myself not to think about all those strange things, maybe it was just a coincidence.

She walked out in her pajamas and sat down on the couch across from me.

We are relatively speechless.

"I'll give you a massage. She smiled and walked up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulder.

"Do you say that when the scalpel is slashed, the corpse will hurt?" she asked suddenly.

I jumped up from the couch and shouted, "You, who the hell are you?"

But as soon as he felt a sharp pain in his neck, as if he had been hit by a heavy object, he lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I had a splitting headache and found my hands and feet tied to the bed.

I saw her standing in front of the bed, looking at me angrily, that look!

I remember, that look was exactly the same as that female corpse!

"You...... Are you ......" I grew with irrepressible fear, but it was useless to struggle.

I noticed that her face was changing, slowly changing, her eyes, nose, and mouth were all displaced, and in a moment, a terrifying face appeared in front of me, it was her!

"Do you say that the corpse hurts when the scalpel cuts it?" she asked me sharply again.

"Also...... Maybe!" I said with a shudder.

She slowly unbuttoned her pajamas, I had never felt so disgusted, her body from the neck socket to the bottom, just an empty shell, long since the internal organs were gone, revealing red body cavities.

"Do I hurt, you say?" she said indignantly.

"But you volunteered!" I shouted.

"I regretted killing myself for that man, but just as I was about to get away from this filthy world, you woke me up again! I want you to be with me forever!" she said.

"You, what do you want to do?" I said in horror.

She laughed stiffly, took a bright scalpel from her pajama pocket, shook it in front of me, and pressed it against my neck.

"I'm going to let you know the pain of being dissected!" she said grimly.

"Don't! You're dead, I'm alive!" I shouted.

There was a tingling in my throat, and I sat up screaming as if I had been skinned alive.

I found that I was sweating profusely as if I had been immersed in water, and the white moonlight shone on me through the window, and she was not in the room, had she been dreaming at night?

I thought it was incredible, but I was happy, and there was a thrill of escaping death.

The next day, when I got up, I found something that would never make me rest, and under the bed, there was a scalpel, a sharp and shining scalpel.

That afternoon, I went to her room again, but the door was closed, and the neighbor's lady told me that no one had rented the room since the woman committed suicide.

After that, I didn't dare to touch any corpses anymore, or even stay in medical school, so I switched to drug dealership.

But did that night really happen?

To this day, I still haven't found the answer!

Wu Lang felt Yin Yuting, who was hugging his neck, her body trembling slightly, and her hands were a little cold, and then he returned the mobile phone to Shang Minjie, pulled Yin Yuting to sit on the chair next to her, and gently stroked her back.

Yin Yuting instantly felt a warmth in her body, smiled at Wu Lang, and nodded.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here. Wu Lang gently put his arm around her shoulders and smiled slightly.

"What do you think after reading this message?" Shang Minjie asked.

Wu Lang shook his head: "It's hard to say, it's not good to say, I can't answer you." ”

Immediately, he looked at the fat man who was napping on the chair again, and patted him on the shoulder: "Get up, go back to the room and sleep." ”

"You're done talking. Yin Fat stretched his waist hard.

"Then you haven't encountered anything like this?" Shang Minjie looked at Wu Lang and said with a smile.

"Yes, I encountered it in the hospital morgue a few days ago, and it is much more stimulating than the information on your mobile phone. Wu Lang nodded and smiled.

"Why did you never tell me?" Yin Yuting nervously grabbed Wu Lang's arm.

"Didn't we go to a farm in the suburbs some time ago, remember?" Wu Lang said with a smile.

"The retired policeman I visited, I gave him cigarettes and alcohol. Yin Fatzi lit two cigarettes and handed one to Wu Lang.

Wu Lang took the cigarette with a smile, took a deep breath, and did not speak.

"Tell me what's going on?" asked Fat Yin.

"Fatty, didn't you ask someone to bail me out of the police station?" Wu Lang looked at him and said with a smile.

Yin Fat Man was stunned for a moment, and immediately shook his head and said, "No, it's not me, I only found out about this later." ”

Wu Lang was also stunned, and after pondering for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he didn't speak.

"Say, what's the matter? Yin Yuting shook Wu Lang's arm.

"You can't listen, it's scary, go to sleep. Wu Lang looked at her narrowly.

"I don't, it's a big deal to sleep with you at night, so I'm not afraid. Yin Yuting pouted and said coquettishly.

Wu Lang patted his head with a smile and told him in detail about the strange things that happened in the hospital morgue a few days ago.