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The boy is called Zhang Jie, a very common name, and the probability of having the same name is still very high. It is said that he is a boy, in fact, he is nearly 30 years old, and the law pattern can already be seen.

I have been to school for a lifetime and I have never had a real job, but I really don’t read ghost stories less often. Now when I have to say it, I really have a sense of identity.

He feels empathetic.

He lowered his head and looked at the people around him gloomily. After all, he was the first one to tell a story and he was still interested.

"Well, then I will tell a little story."

He quickly entered the state, which felt really terrifying.

After all, he is still a little tender, but telling stories always has to be exaggerated.

The surrounding environment is a little bit horrible now, coupled with the quiet surroundings, it is really chilling.

"In other words, I don't know how long ago it was, maybe it was yesterday, maybe it was a long time ago, I have forgotten it."

These few words made the environment weird, and he was obviously a good hand in telling ghost stories.

"It was probably in the summer when the weather was pretty good. At that time, I was a student in medical school, and I worked hard every day to exercise the technique of surgery. Craniotomy is usually very rare during exercise. We usually do exercises. It’s exercise on eggs."

He narrated slowly.

This should be about medical students. There is a state medical university in Uranos, the world’s top level, all equipment is complete, and the exercise time is long. When they graduate, they will be 25 or 6 years old at the earliest. His golden age has been until his thirties. When he is over forty, the main and delicate operations depend on the individual's state.

Therefore, the students in this school will seize all the time to study when they are young, just to give themselves a longer period of time.

"We go to school every night to practice, usually there are many people, but on this evening, it seems very weird, the school actually prohibits students from entering the classroom."

The wind is very bad, it seems that something strange happened suddenly, and the rumors gradually spread throughout the school.

The school at the time was very strict and they did not allow them to continue their internships.

"At that time, I never believed that there are ghosts and gods. Teacher Dati, that is, the body of the donor that I usually use, um, we respectfully call Dati teacher in medical school."

He forcibly explained a wave.

But it did not change the depression at this time.

The medical school always appears in horror stories. The underground corpse is a very strange place. Although the current equipment is relatively advanced, not many people have mentioned it.

"What I want to say has nothing to do with the general teachers. The general teachers in the school donate actively. They should be the most caring kind of people."

He first explained a wave.

Having said this, many illusions here have been shattered.

It's not the corpse's problem.

At this time, people's hearts have begun to have doubts, they want to know the story of this guy.

They want to know what happened.

At this time, Zhang Jie began to look a little gloomy. Si Fan could see that the Red Queen was doing something.

The surrounding environment began to become weird, Zhang Jie's face makeup began to be somewhat constricted, as if he was a demon, and the surrounding environment became weird.

Occasionally a weird sound came out, and the glass outside looked a little mottled, and when I looked carefully, it seemed to be in the library of the medical school.

Everything is so weird. The books in everyone's hands have become hospital records, with data written on them, and what they get is a picture of the corpse.

The teacher was left to explain.

How can I not be afraid.

They can't be afraid.

Zhang Jie continued.

In our school, there is a legend that when the school was founded, a very beautiful female teacher once came to apply for the job. After the school teacher verified her academic qualifications, knowledge level and practical ability, she was hired.

But half a year later, according to the police's wanted order, the leaders of our school discovered that she was actually a serial killer.

When she knew that she had been found, she did not run away, but committed suicide by taking poison. She soaked herself in a formalin jar, wrote a donation document, and donated her body to the school as a specimen.

This is the most beautiful general teacher in our school.

However, terrible things happen. Every July and a half, there will be a miserable howl from the school. I heard that it was the soul of the person who was broken down by the female teacher.

And female teachers will appear in the teaching building on this day, looking for new goals.

His voice is low and deep, and the surrounding rendering environment is very strange.

When the explanation is here, it is only a female teacher. This more plot should be about himself.

but none.

When he talked about this, he had already begun to slow down.

"Actually, I never believed in this, but that night, I went to the school's experimental classroom and wanted to continue training myself."

"Who knows, in the process of handling the eggs, I suddenly heard someone say something behind me."

"The hand should be lighter, the breath should be well-balanced, and you need to hold your breath for a few seconds at the most critical time, but the time should not be too long."

"This is what he told me. To be honest, there was a teacher who explained later. The learning will be very fast. I should have practiced slowly for a long time. Under the guidance of the teacher, I quickly completed the operation, not only I peeled off the egg shell, opened the film inside, and then sew it on. It was the best I have ever done."

When he said this, he paused for a while, and there were some changes in his body, his already pale face became paler, and there was still some smell around him.

It smells of blood, with a bit of disgusting smell of formalin.

"At this time, the teacher asked me, have you learned it? If you do, she will practice the technique with her. She wants to make her technique better."

Talking, talking, Zhang Jie stopped talking, maybe there was no voice, or something happened.

Suddenly, he seemed to turn his head.

"Ah!~~~~" exclaimed, it was a girl, a girl from the United States.

She was not surprised by this story, nor did she feel terrified. The horror culture in Asia is completely different from them.

Their horror is more realistic.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but scream.

At this time, Zhang Jie had an obvious stitched wound on his face, which was very neat and delicate, and there was also a wound on his neck. Turning around at this time, his head was hung on his neck at a strange angle.