Looking at Lao Zhou's behavior, I felt a little annoyed in my heart, why should I stimulate him.

My little antique shop closes at 8 o'clock every day, and when I go back, I have a lot to do.

I really didn't want to waste half an hour cleaning up the pile of vomit at the door, but at the same time, I was curious, what was it, irritating to the point of vomiting? Alcohol? Obviously impossible, I understand the amount of alcohol that Lao Zhou has.

As a doctor, I absolutely believe that he is more resistant to certain things than ordinary people, and I am afraid that there are not many things that can be vomited.

I put away the sundries in front of the counter and waited quietly for about 7 or 8 minutes, and after about 7 or 8 minutes, Lao Zhou, who estimated that he couldn't vomit anything, finally walked back to the shop.

He wiped his mouth and still sat down in front of me, it seemed that maybe this way gave him a vent, he gasped, looked much better, looked up, and said very directly: "Speaking of which, you are the one who hurt me." If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have seen that scene. ”

"Me?" I was a little surprised.

Lao Zhou took a sip of water, continued to light another cigarette, and this time he said without any verbosity: "Have you forgotten that you once pretended to drink too much, suddenly pulled me, and said something to me very seriously?" You say, Lao Zhou, some of the corpses used for teaching in the hospital are death row prisoners, right? You have to be my brother, you believe me, when those corpses come to the hospital, you read a sacrifice that I gave you, and then do this and that, what to think in your head, what to light incense and worship in all directions. Do you remember that? ”

"Well, I drank too much that time." I looked down and pulled out another lighter from the counter, a numbered ZIPPO commemorative edition, which I rubbed my fingers on, pretending not to care. Actually, I clearly remember that time I didn't drink too much, but saw what I shouldn't see, originally I didn't like to meddle in things, but my brother's business, I can't care.

I know that Lao Zhou is disgusted with this, so I can only remind him a few words by using the excuse of drunkenness.

"You don't come, I know how much you drink." Lao Zhou scolded me.

I pretended not to understand, and just looked up at him: "Do you really believe this?" Did you really do it? ”

"Do it every time, okay? Do you think I believe this? All I care about is that sentence, you want me to be a brother! When I answer you, I don't think it's good to do perfunctory things to you. Lao Zhou was a little excited, and suddenly took out his wallet and threw a piece of paper in front of me with a 'pop'.

I didn't look at it, but I knew what it was, that I had to write a so-called 'sacrificial text' to him on the pretext of drunkenness, and asked him to read it when he offered incense, because he pretended to be drunk, and the words on it were a little crooked.

"What kind of nonsense, bullshit, and incomprehensible things you write here? Every time I'm afraid of forgetting, I always carry it with me. This time, the reason why I saw this terrible thing was because the hospital happened to get another body, which happened to be a death row inmate. Lao Zhou looked at me seriously.

I feel a little warm in my heart, the so-called friendship of men is sometimes simple, and the things I promise you will definitely not perfunctory to you occasionally, it can really be seen as such a simple sentence.

"Tell me more about it." I picked up the piece of paper on the counter, folded it, put it in Lao Zhou's wallet, and handed it to Lao Zhou.

He thought it was a 'sacrificial text', but in fact it was a simple incantation, the effect was communication, and as for the content, it could be easily understood as appeasement plus a small threat.

Although Lao Zhou is a resolute scientific person, I know that his eight characters are low, although it is easy to 'break in' and easy to be entangled, but from another aspect, it can be regarded as a better spiritual sense than ordinary people, some small spells, given to such people to use, the effect is much better than that of ordinary people.

If it weren't for the lack of some necessary 'talent', I think it would have been him who was taken away back then, and it wouldn't have been me. And that little dog should have been given to him, not me.

This seemed to sting my heart, and I subconsciously touched the key I hung around my waist, and there was a very special keychain on it, which was made of a pinch of gray-black and gray-black dog hair, and my fingers habitually brushed over it.

found that the sadness of the year has not decreased at all, but has become more and more painful with time.

Lao Zhou didn't know what I was thinking, took the wallet, and continued to tell, and with Lao Zhou's narration, the time was brought back to yesterday evening.

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A corpse, for any ordinary person, is something with some horror tinge.

However, things are always divided into two sides, for example, for hospitals, the corpse is a very precious 'resource', because it will be used in both teaching and research, but in this land called Huaxia, because there is a kind of ancestral feelings, more believe in the deceased, plus a certain psychology of people, that is, the psychology of not wanting to be at peace after death, so this tension is caused.

There is no need to go into details, in short, a small number of bodies of death row prisoners are also one of the sources of hospital corpses.

"It's a coincidence. I have three anatomy classes this week, but as you know, the situation in our hospital, although I have repeatedly warned students to cherish specimens and respect specimens, don't mention these nonsense, in a word, our hospital is also a 'corpse source' is insufficient, and I have some problems in class. Yesterday, after class, I thought about it and went to the morgue. Speaking of this, Lao Zhou paused.

The morgue he is talking about here is not, strictly speaking, the kind of morgue where the sick die and the corpses are parked.

Strictly speaking, it should be something like a herbarium, which is a separate building for the entire medical school, and the large formalin pool with the corpses is in the basement of this building.

"You're going to meet you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"If I went in at that time, it would be fine, I wouldn't have met him" Lao Zhou frowned, and lit another cigarette with some irritation.

And I carefully recalled, yesterday was Wednesday, the day with the most class hours in the old week, after he completely finished class, it should be evening, and the evening has not yet entered, so when is it? Why would he feel so emotional? Is it better to go in at that time?

Although I had doubts in my heart, I did not interrupt Lao Zhou's narration.

With Lao Zhou's narration, I knew that yesterday, he went straight to the building after class, and that building was actually more famous in the medical school, but it was not a good name.

As we all know, in a college like a medical school, there are generally horror legends in the college, and in the medical school where Lao Zhou works, almost all the legends are inseparable from this building where corpses and specimens are stored.

Lao Zhou took me to that building, maybe because of the location, it has a bit of a shady feeling, but, to be honest, it is very clean, including the basement where the body is stored. whereas

What do I mean by clean, understandable people?

So, I don't believe it, what will Lao Zhou meet there?

"I'll go to the person in charge over there, I'm actually just going to complain, anyway, you know that in school, some people do things, if you don't make a fuss and put some pressure, they won't do it for you. But just yesterday, before I started making trouble, the person in charge happily told me, let me not worry, the hospital has a new batch of 'corpse sources', which can temporarily alleviate the problem of 'corpse sources'. Lao Zhou snuffed out the cigarette butt, probably smoking too much, and this time he didn't light another cigarette.

"That's a good thing." I answered casually.

"Yes, a good thing! I was happy at the time, and I asked a lot, how did the 'corpse source' come about? Or a batch? As a result, I was told that there were death row prisoners in this batch of 'corpses', and now they are temporarily frozen, and they are still urgently doing some simple treatments, so they can't let students see the bloody, right? Lao Zhou's mood was a little more excited, it seems that he really regretted yesterday's over-talking.

"And then?" I habitually touched my keychain again and asked, although I could roughly guess what was going on.

"And then what? I remembered what you said, and I'll use the corpses as well, so I thought, before that, let's worship as you say. In fact, in our hospital, many teachers have a lot of respect for corpses, and aside from respect, in fact, many doctors will also take some comforting behaviors, say goodbye, and comfort a few words. In fact, you also know that doctors in places like hospitals either don't believe it at all, or as a doctor, it's not surprising that I do this. It's just that in the eyes of others, who am I Zhou Zheng? I can't do this kind of thing openly, otherwise others will laugh at me. When Lao Zhou said this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Well, I understand." I added, yes, this guy who is determined to the extreme, if he goes to light incense and worship, I am afraid that he will be laughed to death by those who know him well, except for a few of our closest brothers, of course.

"But don't I have to worship? I decided to go home right away and get some incense, but I happened to answer a phone call. Speaking of this, Lao Zhou sighed.