The students were confused, and they didn't understand what was happening.

Professor Shen was also a little surprised, except for Sun Xiao, who took leave to rest in the morning, everyone else was here, and outsiders were not allowed to enter the medical school.

Who made the screams?

Listen to the source of the sound, it seems to be from the direction of the blockaded laboratory building!

No, we have to check it out.

"You are studying on your own against this pair of specimens, Jiang Xue, you take care of discipline, I'll go out and have a look!"

Seeing Professor Shen hurriedly walking out, these students still had the heart to study, so they all got up and followed out.

Suddenly, the sound of noisy footsteps and discussions mingled.

In the chaotic crowd, only Li Mianmian was very calm, she looked at the corpse soaked in formalin with an indifferent expression, and touched the pendant on her chest.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth went up, hiding behind the crowd, and a strange grin appeared.

At this time, outside the practice room, three people ran from the direction of the laboratory building-

Wen Siyun ran at the front, Li Yi and Li Ran followed closely behind, their faces full of tears, and they crawled towards the direction of the crowd.

When he saw Professor Shen and the medical students, he pounced on him with all his might, just like a drowning man saw a life-saving rope.

I don't know what happened, but the old professor was quite dissatisfied.

He reproached, "What's the matter? What a system to panic into! Which college are you from, and what are you doing in medical school? ”

Wen Siyun didn't care about what Professor Shen said, she was greatly stimulated at the moment, and yelled in despair: "Dead man......"

"What? Where is it! ”

"The standard of the laboratory building... Herbarium! ”

The door of the practice room was boiling again, and Professor Shen didn't care to explore where these three people came from, so he hurriedly ran towards the laboratory building, and the remaining students, the timid ones hurriedly ran out, and the bold ones followed behind the old professor.

They trotted all the way, and when he found that not only was the laboratory building that should have been locked open, but even the room at the end was lit up, and he quickened his pace.

It's finally here......

"Shhhh

Not to mention these newly adult students, even if they are over half a hundred years old and have rich life experience, the moment they entered the specimen room, the scene in front of him also made him breathe-

In the bottle that was originally soaked in the deer corpse, there was an extra girl.

She closed her eyes tightly and held the deer carcass in her arms, soaked in formalin liquid. Fresh blood slowly spilling from the neck is gradually staining the transparent liquid red.

When I looked closer, a big opening on the girl's face showed a strange smile.

Professor Shen was shocked, it turned out to be Sun Xiao!

Next to the specimen bottle, the mobile phone screen is still lit, and the black letters on it are clearly visible.

"Wen Siyun, the heart of harm is indispensable! By the way, your first gift, like? ”

......

At the door of the practice room, after the crowd dispersed, Li Mianjiao. The small figure was discovered.

Seeing her, Wen Siyun stopped crying, and she couldn't care about the fear in her heart, at this moment, she was only full of anger.

Wen Siyun gritted her teeth, rushed over, and grabbed Jiao. The little Lori shook her vigorously, and her mouth kept chattering.

"You slut, you did it, huh? You're the one who said the game started, right?! ”

"Sister Siyun, what are you talking about, Mianmian doesn't understand ......"

"Don't understand? You've killed someone! You're a murderer! ”

The more Wen Siyun spoke, the more excited she became, and her nails pierced deep into Li Mianmian's shoulder.

Wen Siyun's tender skin had been scratched, and blood gradually seeped from her shoulders, staining her collar red.

Little Lori was in pain, and tears flowed down her cheeks like beads of broken threads.