Looking at Lao Zhou's behavior, I felt a little annoyed, why should I stimulate him?

My chaotic antique shop closes on time at 8 o'clock every day. After I go back, I have a lot of things I have to do.

I really don’t want to waste half an hour cleaning up the pile of vomit at the door, but at the same time I was curious about what it was. Lao Zhou was so irritating that he wanted to vomit? Alcohol? It was obviously impossible. I know Lao Zhou’s alcohol content.

As a doctor, I absolutely believe that Lao Zhou has stronger resistance to certain things than ordinary people, and there are probably not many things he can vomit.

I packed up the debris at the counter and waited quietly for about 7 or 8 minutes. Lao Zhou, who probably couldn't spit out anything, finally walked back to the shop. The hot weather outside was so irritating that his forehead was covered with fine sweat beads.

He wiped his mouth and sat down in front of me. It seemed that this method might have made him vent. He took a breath and looked much better. He looked up and said in a very straightforward manner: "To put it, you are the one who harmed 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 and continued to lit another cigarette. This time he said without any verbal words: "Did you forget that you pretended to have drunk too much, and suddenly pulled me and said something to me very seriously? You said, Lao Zhou, some of the corpses used in the teaching of hospitals are from death row prisoners, right? You want to be my brother, believe me, when those corpses come into the hospital, you read a tribute to you, and then do this and that, what should you think in your mind and sing incense to worship all directions. Do you still remember this?"

"Well, I really drank too much that time." I lowered my head and took out another lighter from the counter. This was a numbered zippo commemorative version. I rubbed my fingers and pretended to be indifferent. In fact, I clearly remember that I didn't drink too much that time, but saw what I shouldn't have seen. Originally, I didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but I couldn't ignore my brother's affairs.

I knew that Lao Zhou was disgusted with these things, so I could only use the reason of being drunk to remind him a few words.

"Come on, I know your alcohol tolerance." Lao Zhou scolded me.

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

"Do you do it every time? Do you think I believe this? All I care about is that sentence. You have to think I am a brother! When I respond to you, I feel it is not good to do perfunctory things to you." Lao Zhou was a little excited, and he took out his wallet and threw a piece of paper in front of me with a "splash".

I didn't read it, I knew what it was. It was the so-called "sacrifice" I wrote to him on the grounds of being drunk, so that he could read it according to what he read when burning incense. Because he pretended to be drunk, the words on it were a bit crooked.

"What are you writing in a mess, nonsense, and even lyrics? Every time I am afraid of forgetting, I always carry it with me. This time, the reason why I saw this bad thing was because the hospital just got another body, which happened to be a death row prisoner." Lao Zhou looked at me seriously.

My heart is a little warm. The so-called friendship between men is sometimes simple. If I promise you, I will never perfunctory you occasionally. It can really be regarded as such a simple sentence.

"Tell me more." I picked up the 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 mantra, and its effect was communication. As for the content, it could be understood very simply as comforting and a small threat.

Although Lao Zhou is a firm scientific school, I know that his horoscope is low, although he is easy to "break" and is easily entangled, but from another perspective, spiritual awareness is better than ordinary people. Some small spells are given to such people for use, and 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 be him who was taken away back then, not me. And that puppy should have been given to him, not me.

This seemed to hurt my heart. I subconsciously touched the key hanging around my waist. There was a very special keychain on it, made of a tuft of gray-black dog hair. My fingers habitually brushed through it.

I found that the sadness that year had not decreased at all, but instead became more and more painful as time went by.

Lao Zhou didn't know what I was thinking, so he took the wallet and continued to tell the story. As Lao Zhou's telling, time was brought back to yesterday's evening.

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For any ordinary person, corpses are something with some horror.

However, things are always divided into two aspects. For example, for hospitals, corpses are a very precious "resource", because they are used in teaching and research. However, in this land called China, there is a sense of ancestors who believe that the dead are the most important, and a certain kind of mentality of people is the mentality of not wanting to be at peace after death, which causes this tension.

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

"It's a coincidence. I have three anatomy classes this week, but you know, the situation in our hospital. Although I have repeatedly warned students to cherish specimens and respect specimens, and not mention these nonsense, in short, our hospital is also insufficient in 'corpse source', and I have some problems in class. That is, yesterday, after class, I thought of this problem, so I went to the morgue." At this point, Lao Zhou paused.

The morgue he mentioned here is strictly not the kind of morgue where patients die and corpses are parked.

Strictly speaking, it should be a place similar to a specimen room, which is a separate building in the entire medical school, and the large Formalin pond with corpses is located in the basement of this building.

"You're meeting this now?" I asked with my eyebrows.

"If I had entered at that time, it would have been great, and I would not have met him." Old Zhou frowned and lit another cigarette with some annoyance.

I recalled carefully. Yesterday was Wednesday, which was the day with the most classes in Lao Zhou. After he finished class, it should be in the evening. But before he entered in the evening, so when was that time? Why did he feel so emotional? It would be better if he entered at that time?

Although I was confused, I did not interrupt Lao Zhou's statement.

Following Lao Zhou's remarks, I learned that yesterday, he went straight to the building after class. The building is actually quite famous in the medical school, but it is not a good name.

As we all know, in medical schools, there are generally horrifying legends of colleges. In the medical school where Lao Zhou worked, almost all the legends are inseparable from this building where corpses and specimens were stored. Who committed suicide here, who saw and heard here, in short, they were similar to other legends.

Lao Zhou took me to that building, and it may feel a little cool due to the location, but to be honest, it is very clean, including the basement where the bodies are stored.

What I mean by being clean, those who understand naturally understand what it means?

So, I don’t really believe what Lao Zhou would meet there?

"I went to the person in charge there, and I was actually just complaining. Anyway, you know that in school, some people do things, if you don't make trouble, and if you put some pressure on me, they won't do it well for you. But just yesterday, before I started making trouble, the person in charge happily told me, "Don't worry, the hospital has brought a new batch of 'corpse sources', which can temporarily alleviate the tension of 'corpse sources'." Lao Zhou put out the cigarette butts, probably because he smoked too much, and this time he did not light a cigarette.

"Good thing." I replied casually.

"Yes, a good thing! What a bad thing is that I was happy at that time. I asked a little more, how did the 'corpse source' come from? Or a batch? As a result, I was told that there were death row prisoners in this batch of 'corpse source', and they are temporarily frozen and are still doing some simple treatments urgently. I can't let the students see the bloody one, right?" Lao Zhou was a little excited again. It seemed that he really regretted the verbal words yesterday.

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

"Then what? I remembered what you said. I would use those corpses as well. I thought, before that, let's worship as you said. In fact, in our hospital, many teachers respect corpses very much. Putting aside respect, many doctors will also take some comforting behaviors, bow and comfort a few words. In fact, you also understand that doctors in hospitals either do not believe at all, or as a doctor, they believe it is not surprising that I do this. However, in the eyes of others, who is Zhou Zheng? You can't do such things openly, otherwise others will laugh at me." Lao Zhou couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he said this.

"Well, I understand." I added, yes, if this guy who is extremely firm, if he goes to the incense and worship, he will probably be laughed to death by people who are familiar with him, except for our closest brothers.

"But don't I have to worship? I decided to go home immediately to get a few incense sticks, but I happened to answer a call." At this point, Lao Zhou sighed.
Chapter completed!