Walking through the long hallway, there was a pair of eyes lying on the observation window of the door, looking at the doctor walking through the hallway.

11:58 night.

Chen Shu walked into the dissection room and stood next to the corpse lying on the dissection bed.

The light overhead was not very bright, sometimes it would flicker and flicker, but this did not affect Chen Shu, probably because he was used to it.

Chen Shu, who was standing in front of the corpse, lifted the white cloth, it was very complete, it was not the kind of roadside that was smashed to pieces, and then put it in the dissection room one by one, nor was it that the corpse soaked in the bathroom for an unknown amount of time to cause swelling and then put it in the dissection room, that kind of corpse would only make it so that even the disinfectant could not cover up the smell.

And the corpse in front of him was the most complete Chen Shu had ever seen.

The corpse had no smell, lying straight, and there was a hint of anger in the skin without a trace of blood.

The dissecting knife was aimed at the center of the corpse's eyebrows, ready to be slashed all the way down from here, so that a full skin could be removed.

Originally, I wanted to start the knife from the back, but I still had to turn the corpse over, and I really didn't have the strength to get it, but lying down to take the skin would not hinder the fluency of the scalpel in Chen Shu's hand at all.

At the crack of the door, a little black cat stuck its head in, swaggered, and gently "meowed", looking at Chen Shu who was holding a scalpel in his hand, he walked over slowly, and then jumped on the iron bed very easily, standing on the corpse.

Chen Shu glanced at it and ignored it.

This black cat is called "Annie", and she sticks to Chen Shu from the first time she sees him, and she will follow him closely wherever he goes, even sleeping at the head of Chen Shu's bed, feeling very safe following him.

Chen Shu also likes it very much, but he rarely cares about it, after all, he never feeds it to eat and drink, and it can grow up very healthily, and he has fed it cat food, but he dislikes it very much, and he has never seen it eat.

But every time I saw it, the hair was shinier and shiny.

Anne stared at the corpse's closed eyes, and suddenly, as if frightened, jumped off the corpse and jumped onto the medicine table to stare at him.

The scalpel stopped between his eyebrows, and Chen Shu looked at the corpse with his eyes open, frowning slightly and shaking his head.

"Oh~ Mr. Andrew, you shouldn't have opened your eyes, I'm dissecting you, in this case you will affect me."

"Why dissect me?" Andrew, lying on the iron bed, was expressionless.

"Because you're dead."

"Dead?"

Chen Shu took the death certificate on the table and opened it.

"Mr. Andrew, here is your death certificate with a series of death indicators, and unfortunately you have all met."

Looking at the pages of the paper, Andrew closed his eyes.

"Sir, do you have any cigarettes?"

"What kind of cigarettes do you need?"

"I'm used to smoking Montecristo, it feels good to me, do you have that? If you don't have it, forget it, and if you do, of course, it's the best. ”

"I don't have such a valuable cigarette, you can smoke this cigarette alive."

Chen Shu took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The cigarette was placed in Andrew's mouth, and he inhaled hard, and the smoke came out of his mouth and nose.

"What kind of smoke is this? Does this cigarette have a name? If not, I think I should take one, although it is not as good as Montecristo, but it is not bad, I like it. If I hadn't died, I'd have bought it for a big price. ”

Looking at the white cigarette burning on Andrew's mouth, the cigarettes are all rolled by themselves, because they are cigarettes, they have always been called "smoke", but there is no name, but even a cat has a different name, why is there no "smoke"?

Chen Shu thought about it, it should have a name.

"White grass."

"White grass? Is this the name of smoke, so strange. ”

Soon, this "white grass" was pumped, and Andrew closed his eyes and looked unfinished.

"This cigarette reminds me of the first time I smoked Montecristo, when my first business failed and it was miserable. Of course, it's not too miserable, I was born in a capitalist family, even if I lose, my father will support me with strong funds.

That night, my father took me to the most famous night club in the area, I still remember its name, it was 'Dela', but now it has been acquired by me during my lifetime.

It was the first time I smoked the Montecristo that my father handed me, and I tasted it for the first time, and I was frustrated and fell in love with it at that moment, madly in love with it. ”

"Oh~ Look, I want to smoke another one while I'm talking, I'm sorry, is there anything else?" Andrew looked at Chen Shu.

Chen Shu took out another cigarette and lit it.

I really can't figure it out, a dead person still has so much nonsense, is this a posthumous self-report, maybe he can write an autobiography called "Andrew's Life" if he keeps talking.

Andrew said a lot, every sentence was full of reluctance to give up on the love before his death.

"I want to live a few more years, sir."

Until the end, Andrew said calmly.

Quiet, for a moment.

"But you're dead."

"May I call you Mr. Tanatos? I think you should have a way. ”

Andrew's calm tone seemed to have anticipated the final situation.

"Absolutely." Chen Shu chuckled and put the scalpel in his hand into the alcohol jar.

"At what cost?"

Andrew knew very well that there was no such thing as a free lunch, so he spoke.

"The price, I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I think about it."

"When?"

Chen Shu didn't answer, took off his gloves, opened the door of the dissecting room, and slowly said at the moment of closing the door: "Send it out." ”

……

……

Everything was like a dream.

The elderly Andrew, wearing a crisp suit and gray hair, looked very energetic, standing on the street, bustling with people, and he had not yet recovered from his composure.

"Hey, Andrew! What a daze! Is there any beauty? Do you want today's new newspaper. ”

The owner of the newsstand next to him took the newspaper and looked at him, and continued to read the contents of the newspaper.

The gangsters in fancy clothes on the side of the road whistled and walked at strange steps and deliberately bumped into Andrew, who laughed and made Andrew stumble, but fortunately he stabilized his footing and did not fall.

Andrew finally came to his senses and touched his arm and body.

"I'm not dead."

"As for the price, I don't seem to have paid the price yet."

Andrew muttered to himself.

"Whatever!"

After looking around, he turned to the newsstand owner and said, "Pace, get a copy of today's newspaper." ”

Digging into his pocket, he put the money on the table and held the Montecristo in his mouth.

Pace handed over the newspaper, leaned against the partition and said, "Andrew, those Angelababies were really energetic last time, and those butts are so comfortable." ”

As he spoke, Pace twisted his ass imitatively, squeezing the fat on his face together when he laughed.

"If you like it, I'll send you a few later." Andrew Road.

"Haha, thank you so much, Mr. Andrew."