Provincial TCM is not a famous school, nor is it a century-old school, but it has its own history. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Provincial School of Traditional Chinese Medicine was established in 1976, and it has only been more than ten or twenty years. For a university, it is very young.

In the early days of provincial traditional Chinese medicine, it was originally a medical hall, and during the Anti-Japanese War, it received most of the wounded from Guiqian. Especially after the Guizhou army went out of Guizhou to participate in the Anti-Japanese War, there were more sick people who were accommodated, so that it was difficult to accommodate them. As a last resort, the leader of the warlords of the Guizhou army at that time gave an order to expand the medical hall, and only then did he have the prototype of today's provincial traditional Chinese medicine.

After the liberation, the provincial traditional Chinese medicine was abandoned for a period of time, during that time, this place was defeated at once, the traces of people were rare, overgrown with weeds, and at night, it was gloomy. Even during the day, the locals don't come here unless they have something special.

According to legend, there were so many people who died in the medical hall that the dead had to be pulled by bull buckets, often pulled by carts to mass graves. As a result, even today, haunting incidents often occur in provincial traditional Chinese medicine.

After the establishment of the school, due to financial problems, most of the old buildings were retained and used as student dormitories. The dormitory building is a two-story Chinese-style wooden building, how dilapidated is it? Anyway, when people step on the wooden plank, they always make a creaking sound, and sometimes, if they are not careful, they will fall from the second floor if they step on the rotten wood.

Since the start of the school year, the students have been back in school, and I have to go back to school as well. The only trouble is that we were promised to change the dormitory this semester, but now we still break our promise, and we still live in the old dormitory building.

Maybe I'm used to it, I don't feel scared anyway, besides, we're a group of young guys, and we're angry, even if there's anything weird, we'll take a detour.

After returning to school for more than a week, due to the pressure of studying, most of the books my grandfather gave me had the opportunity to turn through before going to bed, but I couldn't turn two pages each time, so I fell asleep on the pillow. In fact, in my opinion, although the matter of learning the Tao depends on talent, interest is also very important, and I am forced to cultivate the Tao like me, and I always deal with it.

On this day, I climbed on the bed to read a book as usual, and it was raining heavily outside, and the rain hit the tiles, making a crackling and crisp sound, and the whole dormitory building seemed unusually quiet.

There were four roommates in our dormitory, and the two of them went on a date, but I was afraid that they would not come back. It was just me and the other man, and the two of us chatted for a while and then read each other.

I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep in a blur.

My classmates all said that after I went back to school this time, I always loved to sleep, and I slept so hard that I couldn't wake up. I also find this strange, because I have also found that I have been very sleepy lately, and as long as I close my eyes, people can fall asleep. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm sick.

In a blur, I felt that rain was falling on my body, and my whole body seemed to be wet, and sometimes I could hear a loud noise. The consciousness is not very clear, I thought it was a dream, but this dream was too real, and I even felt a coldness, not long, there was a sound in my ears, it was very noisy, I always thought it was the roommates who came back.

What puzzled me was that I didn't seem to be lying in my own bed, as if I was sleeping on the ground. It was cold and hard underneath, and there was not even a pillow, let alone a quilt. I don't know what time it is, I want to wake up, but I can't open my eyes, I can't move, by this time, in fact, I am completely awake.

It's over, could it be that you have met the 'ghost press'?

I tried hard to open my eyes, but I struggled for a long time, and I couldn't move at all, and the first thing I thought of was 'ghost press'. In fact, those who study medicine know that the 'ghost press' is just a mental illness, which is easy to appear after fatigue, and it is not something that is ghostly. However, the Taoists firmly believe that the 'ghost press' exists, and they believe that it is the infestation of ghosts that causes people to be unable to get out of bed after waking up.

I don't even know which side to believe in this kind of thing.

I first tried to take a deep breath to calm my mind and relax my whole body, but it still didn't work. Later, he simply recited the Sanqing God in his heart, and asked the ancestor for protection.

Not to mention, just after reading, a cold air suddenly blew, and I completely woke up, feeling sweaty all over my body. I hurriedly opened my eyes and sat up. It's just that I was shocked by the scene in front of me. This isn't a dormitory at all? I can't help but wonder, am I still in a dream?

It was a room with lights on, and the tubes glowed green, and there were more than twenty single iron beds neatly arranged in the room. What made me panic was that most of the iron beds were lying on people, covering their bodies with a white cloth.

"Morgue?" I retreated to the corner and surveyed the room.

The school has a morgue, which is something that everyone medical school student knows, and the corpses in the morgue are almost always unclaimed dead bodies or donated by others. The corpses were mostly used as teaching experiments. It can be said that a complete corpse, after its residual heat has been exerted, has been almost dismembered by the students.

Although I have never been to the morgue, as a school student, I have also done one or two caesarean sections, so it is normal to know about it. I heard that the morgue is located in the remote basement of the school, and there is a morgue master in charge of taking care of it, so it is difficult for ordinary people to enter.

Why am I here?

Obviously sleeping in his bed, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was in the morgue, and there were more than a dozen corpses around him. It made me feel very confused and uneasy, my fear was greatly increased, and my spirit was on the verge of collapse.

I crouched in the corner, my back against the cold wall, which made me feel a little safe. After a few trials, I was able to determine that I was not dreaming, but actually in the morgue.

The air conditioning in the morgue was very loud, but I didn't feel a trace of cold, and the real coldness had already penetrated into my heart.

"Am I sleepwalking again?" I asked myself that only sleepwalking could explain why I was here.

I touched my clothes, and my whole body was wet, and my trousers were still dripping. At this time, I found that there was a row of footprints on the originally dry ground, and I looked at it carefully, and I was the only one who had footprints, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What I fear the most is that there are footprints in the back of the cave, just like the last time I was in the cave.

"I really have sleepwalking?" I muttered to myself, this time, I couldn't find any excuses.

Sleepwalking disorder is actually a mental sleep disorder, which is a very common physiological phenomenon. Most people have it, and the difference is between mild and severe sleepwalking, and people with severe sleepwalking often do horrific things, such as killing people, while sleepwalking.

I don't think my whole family has ever heard of anyone sleepwalking, which means that my sleepwalking is not genetic. Could it be that I have been too tired lately and have been in a deep sleep, which has led to sleepwalking?

Is this the second time I've sleepwalked, or when I found out, if I hadn't? So what did I do while sleepwalking? Where did you go? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and it seemed necessary to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Although it is not clear what time it is, it is certainly not dawn, and staying in the morgue at night is not only scared, but also uncomfortable. I tried not to look at the corpses on the iron bed, but luckily all the corpses were covered with a white cloth, so I couldn't see them, and I felt a little less afraid.

I stood up, pinched my feet and walked slowly towards the door, walking with unusual caution, as if I was worried about the corpse lying on the iron bed.

Finally, I walked to the door, and in despair, the door was locked from the outside, and no matter how hard I tried, it still didn't move. From the gap in the door, this is a zipper lock, not an anti-theft door. Such a door can only be locked by a person outside. But who else is there but me?

Could it be that there are still people out there? But why did he lock me in?

I began to think cranky.

This door is not a wooden door, but an iron door, otherwise I would have slammed it out. If you can't get out, you'll have to stay in the morgue tonight, not to mention that this place is frightening and depressing. Also, the air conditioning was on in the room all the time, the temperature was very low, and I was soaking wet again, so it would be a problem to continue like this.

Just thinking about it, I looked at the back of the door inattentively, and the back of the door was blocked by the light, and it was very dark, but there was a person standing there. I was so frightened that I fell to the ground, and in my panic, I kept kicking my legs and crawling backwards.

How could anyone be in here on this big night? I had been thinking about how to open the door just now, but I didn't notice that there was anyone standing behind the door. Although it is in the dark, it is easy to spot when you look closely.

"Who are you?" I shouted at the 'man', my voice shaking.

In my panic, I looked left and right, hoping to find some weapon to defend myself from somewhere. This is learned from monks, and with weapons in their bodies, their sense of security is doubled. It's a pity that the floor of the morgue is empty and there is nothing.

And the man stood there motionless, just silent.

Who is he?