Because the dissection object of this experiment is a guinea pig, unlike the previous roundworms, lampreys are already specimens, and it is relatively difficult to live them, and many people may not be able to complete them independently, so this experiment is a group of three, and male students with strong hands-on ability like me must be very popular, who makes our class more women and fewer men (1/2 of the male and female ratio).

Chengfeng mentioned it to me before, and asked me to help her, and I always remembered that even when Luo Yixuan and Xinyu asked me to go to their group, I politely refused, I thought I should help people who need it more, they are all people who hide the soul of a female man under the appearance of a goddess, in fact, they can do it themselves, just like the senior sister.

The mice are indeed much more interesting, fluffy and cute, but unfortunately this is their last time, and they play with it in their hands like the teacher during class. Except for the teacher, the only ones who dare to do this are me and Guo Juntao, and no one else dares to touch it.

When it comes to rats, you may think of dark and damp sewers and the countless bacteria they carry, which make people's scalps tingle and disgusted. But the mice in the laboratory are not like this, they are all sterilized and sterilized, and they may be cleaner than us, after all, the school does not dare to take things with potential safety hazards for us to experiment.

The little mouse crawled around in his hands, and he was so bold that if I hadn't carried his tail, he would have dared to drill anywhere. It's not as bad as Guo Juntao who scares girls around with a mouse, I'm just curious about it, because although I often see mice, I rarely have such an opportunity for "close contact".

Once, in junior high school, I skinned a big mouse that I snatched from under the kitten at home, and after the mouse skin was peeled off, although I washed it with dish soap several times and soaked it in hot water once, it still smelled very strong. And after more than an hour, I had a lot of red spots on my hands, which was very uncomfortable, I don't know if it was caused by the psychological effect or the microorganisms on the mouse skin, anyway, I haven't touched wild rats again. I don't know where the mouse skin went, maybe it was taken away by the cat.

The teacher told everyone to be careful, don't be bitten, it's very troublesome to bite and have tetanus or something, after all, rabbits are in a hurry and bite people, let alone rats. This intensified everyone's fear, and they didn't dare to touch it.

I wasn't afraid of this, not that I didn't take the teacher's words to heart, but I felt that there is no love and hate in this world for no reason, and this is true for people, and it is also true for other living beings. I didn't bite it, why did he bite me? Besides, my technique is very good, and it won't hurt it, so what am I afraid of?

Some female classmates said that rats were fierce and bit indiscriminately. Of course, it's also true, after all, if you grab someone's tail and fall wildly, it's no wonder that no one is happy not to be fierce. Just like the stray dogs running around the campus, many people say that there are safety hazards, many of them are mad dogs or something, for fear that they will bite people indiscriminately.

I'm not a dog lover and I don't think they're cute, but I'm not disgusted or hostile. Even if they are dirty, they are not terrible, and if you think about the fact that all this is caused by my own kind, you will feel that they are wandering around the school looking for food, which is not terrible, but pitiful. After all, people in the eyes of dogs are much more dangerous than dogs in the eyes of people, just like us and lions. They are not so-called "mad dogs", and if they are really crazy, they can only be driven crazy by us. It's really fun to think about, isn't it?

When I was a child, I also had a dog at home, and for several years, its nest was next to the cowshed in front of my house. During the day, he watched the cattle in the mountains, and at night he watched the family, and he worked hard. He was very docile and sensible, played with me a lot, and was one of the few "friends" I had in my childhood. I have very few friends, as others often say:

"Liu Pengju can only talk to dogs, he can't understand human speech, and he can't talk to people. ”

We were so close that I naively thought it would always be with me. I think that in the middle of the night that summer, I heard the dog barking and barked for a long time, and my father went to look at it with a flashlight, but he didn't find anything, and its howling stopped. Everyone didn't care, but after a while, the low cry remembered again, and the neighbors couldn't stand it anymore and began to complain.

Later, I fell asleep, and I didn't know what was going on, but the next day I found that its jaw was swollen near its neck, and its temper became irritable, and it barked at strangers and didn't let people touch them. But I could hear its low howl of pain.

The mother said that it might have been bitten by a centipede or a poisonous snake or something, because she didn't touch it, and she didn't know what the situation was, and she didn't ask a veterinarian, and there were no veterinarians nearby, and some of them just looked at large livestock such as cows and horses, and as for dogs, who cares? How can they care? After all, at that time, there was no place to treat people when they were sick.

Because it became irritable, and was afraid that it would bite, my father tied it up, and after losing its freedom, it became even more unapproachable, and it seemed that it had lost its mind, and I did not dare to approach it. The father said that the dog could not be kept anymore. In the eyes of the family, the cost of raising it is high, and it has no effect and has become a burden.

One morning, my father and uncle walked up to it with hot water and an axe. At noon, I ate dog meat at home, as well as at my uncle's house and my uncle's house, and I ate it, even if I refused at first. It stayed with me for three years, and when I was a kid I called it Xiao Huang, and later I called it Big Rhubarb. But strictly speaking, it didn't even have a name, and now I only have some vague memories, and what about the others? Maybe remember having a dog at home, that's all. I never had a dog again.

When I came home during the summer vacation of my sophomore year of high school, I saw a white puppy in the house, and he ran around me curiously. The younger brother said that he saw it on the side of the road when he passed by a village when he came back from school, played with it for a while, and followed him home after sharing some hot dogs in his hand, so he kept it all the time.

Watching them play together reminds me of when I was a kid. Although I love animals, I am not so close to this dog, and even a little indifferent. Maybe it was because it didn't belong to me, or maybe I still couldn't fit another dog in my heart at that time!

I even think it's a little pitiful, after all, my brother won't spend much time with him, and he will be in junior high school next semester, and he will only go home on weekends. My grandfather didn't like to keep these animals, while my grandmother liked cats, and the family always had cats, so I didn't like dogs very much.

"What are you going to do with this dog?"

I asked,

"Raise it like this, anyway, you don't have to worry about it, and you won't be hungry. ”

My brother didn't care, nor did he think about the situation I was considering, and felt that it was a matter of course, after all, we all have dogs here, and they don't have the same pet treatment as in the city, but just a tool to take care of the house. When you get old, the only way to get injured is to sell it to dog meat dealers or make delicious dishes yourself, and that's the reality.

When I went back for the winter break, the dog was gone. I asked my brother where he had gone?

"Half a month ago, when it was running on the road in front of his uncle's house, he was crushed by a speeding motorcycle and broke his leg, and the man ran away. ”

"Didn't you ask your uncle for a doctor?"

"No, I don't have any money for a doctor, and it hasn't eaten for two days when I came home on Friday. Uncle helped me sell it, and the money from the sale was given to me. ”

In those days, my uncle also bought more than a dozen catties of dog meat to cook hot pot, I said why I couldn't eat it, and when I cut the meat, I felt that the two dog legs were so familiar. Maybe it's not, but what's the difference, it's just someone else's dog, and we're fueling the industry.

My brother may have been sad during that time, and he may still miss the dog occasionally, but what's the use? I think if I don't have enough ability in the future, I won't have cats and dogs anymore, and if I can't support them myself, why let them suffer with me. They treat me as a friend, but I make them food.

Put away the memories, and then look at the guinea pig that groped in my hands, trying to run, and thinking about it is also very sad, there is no freedom, it is born to determine the outcome, and sometimes it can't even die, and endure all kinds of experiments we carry out on them.

The teacher demonstrated to us the cervical dislocation method to kill the mice, the technique was clean and neat, and we only heard the sound of a broken neck, and it was over. The teacher said that it looks simple, but it is difficult to do it well, many people can't do it, he also went from undergraduate to doctorate, and now to guide experiments, he can't remember how many kills, so he practiced such a technique.

Many people say that he is cruel, but in fact it is the most merciful, after all, at least let the guinea pig walk without a trace of pain, I agree. I killed almost half of today's mice, and the more you get to the back, the cleaner and cleaner you are, and you're almost ready to catch up with the teacher. There were one or two that had been half-dead by the others, the screams of the mice could be heard in the lab next door, and no one was calling me cruel, that the distance between me and me was no longer that far, and my eyes were still so cold.

I carefully and carefully slowly cut the mouse on the plate from the neck opening down with scissors, combined with the teacher's demonstration and the previous experience of watching my father kill pigs at home, I started the dissection alone, the content of this lesson is to observe the body structure of mammals and the condition of various organs.

So the technique is very important, if it is fragmented, blood is drenched, what else to observe, so this is my performance alone, and the wind next to me, Li Jie and the others just watched from the sidelines, and they didn't dare to let them do it. It was still as perfect as ever, even the ribs were cut well, and I was even praised by the teacher. The only one who can compare with me is Guo Juntao, but he is not as experienced as me, and he does not do this at home as often as I do. He hadn't even killed a chicken before he came to school, but he didn't blink an eye when he actually started to do it.

Many people quickly clean up after they look at it twice, and so do I, but he starts to sort out his intestines, turn on the computer or something, and I want to do the same, but I can't be like him who doesn't care about the eyes of others. I'm withdrawn enough to be afraid that others will fear me, but I still have to pay attention to maintaining my image.

Chengfeng asked me why I seemed to be very proficient every time I did the experiment, whether I often did this at home, and whether I felt guilty or something.

Why should I have guilt? I didn't feel sorry for it, I just did what I had to do, it was to live, I was to live. Having time to think about how dying is not necessarily a relief, and living is better than dying anyway. The answer is:

"There's no pleasure, there's no guilt, I don't want to do this, but I'll do it. Why don't you come?"

The result was that she was angry again, after all, she was a girl, how could she do this.