"What story are you going to tell, young man?" Lin Zihua stretched out his arm and wrapped his arms around Meng Yang's neck.

"Well, I'm going to tell a ghost story that I and my roommates have personally experienced." Meng Jiang awkwardly got out from under Lin Zihua's arm, and Lin Zihua didn't pay attention to him anymore, just looked at him with a smile.

Meng Jiang coughed lightly, straightened his clothes, and began to tell the story: "In other words, I majored in clinical medicine as an undergraduate, and specialized in clinical anesthesia when I was a master.

Ahem, as you know, we have a lot of opportunities to come into contact with corpses when we study medicine. In particular, during my master's degree, I followed my supervisor to intern at the Union Hospital affiliated to our medical school. It is also common to dissect corpses, well, in order to be professionally in place, it is also common to sleep with human bones. ”

Meng Jiang slapped his face and continued: "You want to ask if I believe that there are ghosts in this world? In the past, I would have replied without raising my eyelids, I'd rather believe in the broken mouth of a man than believe that there are ghosts in this world. But this point of view was ruthlessly broken when I was in my second year of master's degree.

The story takes place in ......"

"Woo~~~" A grumbling, tactful ghost voice that only appeared in the chat, whimpered behind Meng Yang's voice. For a moment, everyone's necks stiffened, and their backs were cold.

"Smack!" A crisp slap made everyone tremble.

"Sister! I'm going to voice him again! Don't you think my voice acting is real and just right? Liu Yunhui touched the back of her head and looked at Liu Mengqi with an aggrieved expression.

Everyone is saying a sentence in their hearts: fight well!

Mom, I'm scared to death baby! In this similar passage to the underworld, an adult who has passed the age of standing pretends to be a young man to tell ghost stories, and a bad boy who has not yet grown up screams and scares people, what a fucking hell!

"Ahem, I'll keep talking. The graduate dormitory at our School of Medicine is a quadruple room. The room of more than ten meters is equipped with four shelf beds, sleeping people on the top bunk, and our wardrobe and desk below. There are no brothers sleeping on the top bunk. It is we who sleep on the top bunk.

There are four people in the dormitory, and only one of them is in the same major as me, but belongs to a different laboratory. And the other two brothers, one is in surgery and the other is in neurology. We usually have a good relationship, because everyone is busy, either in the laboratory, or in the hospital, and the girlfriend has no time to make friends, how can we have time to contact roommates?

One day, the guy from the surgeon went back to the dormitory at two o'clock in the morning......"

Liu Yunhui, who was beaten by Liu Mengqi, had already jumped away from his sister's side and approached Meng Yang, "Wait, isn't there a curfew in your dormitory?" Can I go back to the dormitory in the early hours of the morning? ”

"Curfew, that's something that only happens in high school, right? When we got to graduate school, we were unpaid staff, and we not only had to work overtime to do experiments, but also often had to go to the hospital for internships. Therefore, the graduate dormitory has a dormitory manager on duty for the night shift, no matter how late you go back, just say hello. ”

"You're free!" Liu Yunhui looked envious.

"What's this? Looking at freedom, in fact, we don't enjoy it at all, and we are tired and tired every day. You can't sleep if you want to, who wants to go back to the dormitory in the middle of the night because of unpaid work. Oh, and it can't be said that there is no salary, we still have subsidies, but the little is pitiful. ”

"That's right." Liu Yunhui nodded approvingly, if it weren't for skipping school, going to the Internet café and waiting for the late time to return to the dormitory, even if there was no curfew, it wouldn't be interesting.

"I said, is it interesting for you to talk about the dormitory curfew now? Now there are no universities or graduate schools for you to study. The academy at the base, you're all overage. ”

In the third year of the last days, academies were opened at various bases. This academy is divided into three parts, the Faculty of Arts, the Faculty of Martial Arts, and the Academy of Extraordinary Abilities.

The Faculty of Arts combines all the knowledge from elementary school to university in order to avoid a disconnect in the inheritance of human culture. If you want to do in-depth research, you can join the various research institutes of the base.

And the Martial Arts Academy and the Ability Academy are naturally focused on studying and cultivating ancient martial arts and abilities. The college is open to children between the ages of five and fifteen.

"Alas!" Liu Yunhui let out a long sigh, "When I used to go to school, I thought about skipping school every day and going to an Internet café to play games, and I was most afraid of the stool in the classroom, and I felt uncomfortable sitting on it." Now, I don't have to sit, but I'm starting to miss the feeling of sitting in a classroom. ”

Liu Mengqi looked at the figure of her younger brother in front of her, and sighed with some emotion, as if her younger brother was about to grow up.

"I also feel comfortable sleeping on the sofa in the laboratory now. Only after losing, do you know how to cherish and regret it too late.

Okay, now let's start the story, and my roommate, Song Ningchen, will return to the dormitory at two o'clock in the morning......"

"Wait, how do you know your roommate came back to the dorm so late? Don't you sleep? ”

Meng Jiang paused, glared at Liu Yunhui angrily, and said angrily: "Boy, can you not always interrupt, the good story atmosphere has been ruined by you!" ”

"Okay, I won't ask, I'll ask questions when you're done!" Liu Yunhui raised his hand and made a zipper movement on the side of his mouth, indicating that he would shut up.

Meng Jiang turned his head angrily and continued: "Coincidentally, I drank too much soup that night, went to the toilet urgently, climbed into bed and didn't fall asleep, he came back. In the past, when everyone came back late, they all washed and slept quietly, which inevitably disturbed others, and at most they turned on their mobile phones and waited for the lighting. But when he returned to the dormitory that day, he sat at his desk and said nothing.

If he doesn't sleep, I can't sleep, and I always feel that after he washes up, he climbs into bed and lies down, and my heart is at peace. Well, that's obsessive-compulsive. I just lay on the bed with my eyes open, wait, wait, wait, and after half an hour, he still didn't move. I just wanted to ask what he was doing, why didn't he sleep? I just looked up and looked at him diagonally down! Guess what I saw? ”

Meng Jiang raised his hand to cover Liu Yunhui's mouth, stopped him from speaking, and continued: "That guy is sitting below, you think, there is no light on in the dormitory, the voice-activated light in the corridor is also off, and the table under the bed is very dark, but I can see it clearly, his face is as white as paper, his eyes are empty, and he looks at the balcony in a daze."

I was about to ask him what was wrong, but he got stuck in his throat, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't ask. It's not that I'm timid, it's like there's a force stuck in my throat to keep the words from coming out. I couldn't make a sound at all, but fortunately, I could still move, so I reached out and grabbed Zhong Feng, who was sleeping with my head on top of me. The latest chapter of "Through the Last Days: Cannon Fodder and Passerby's Claw Book House" is free to read for the first time.