My girlfriend is a goddess

  I spent four years in a second-rate medical college in South China, failing several courses every semester, and paid 4,000 to 5,000 yuan in re-examination fees over the four years.

  Fortunately, I found a job not long after graduation, and it was quite good. It was as an assistant surgeon at a plastic surgery hospital called "Lily" in Guangzhou City.

  Five insurances and one fund are complete, no overtime on holidays, providing food and accommodation, quarterly tourism, three salaries at the end of the year, a monthly salary of 8,000, plus a commission for each surgical case, with a monthly income of over 10,000 being very easy.

  Such work is enviable just by mentioning it, and at first I thought I was dreaming.

  It's also strange to talk about the interview on that day.

  That day, there were more than a dozen people who came to apply for the position of medical assistant, mostly graduates from prestigious medical schools such as Huaxia Medical University and South China Medical University, and even several master's degree holders from the National Institute of Medicine.

  Logically speaking, as a graduate of a second-rate medical school and an academic failure like me, I have no advantage at all when interviewing with these top students.

  But this time, the interview was presided over by the hospital director himself.

  The director's name was Luo Ming, a middle-aged man who was tall and slightly chubby, with a perpetual smile on his face. His interview style was simple: he would scan the candidate with one glance and dismiss those from top universities or research institutes. The reason being: our hospital's facade is small, we can't afford to hire too high-end talent.

  In the end, only three or four people were left, including me. Luo Ming just glanced at me and looked at my resume, nodded in satisfaction, and told me that I could start work tomorrow.

  I accidentally found out that those who were hired together with me are basically tall and slender, with a clear and delicate face.

  At first I also found it strange, but after thinking about it, I understood. After all, this is a plastic surgery hospital. If the doctors' figures and faces have serious defects, how can they reassure customers?

  "Lily" is not a large scale, only two floors, but every day there are many customers, business is booming. One by one, people who are fat or short, or women with unsatisfactory busts, come in for surgery and after the operation, they are all wrapped up in bandages, with only their eyes exposed, being carried away by family members.

  It's strange that the customer didn't have any dissatisfaction, and was very satisfied with thanking the doctor, and when they left the hospital, they were all happy. For this reason, I have a lot of respect for Lire's hospital director and doctors, and think they are great, with very high technical skills.

  Gradually, I grew fond of the working environment here and felt that everything was fine here.

  But there is one thing that makes me feel a little frightened about Lire.

  On the second floor of "Lire", at the northernmost end, there was an operating room that was always locked, with Luo Ming personally in charge of the key, and even cleaning staff couldn't enter.

  There have been several times when I saw Luo Ming open the lock of this operating room, walk in and close the door immediately. Not long after, music from "The Songstress" would be heard coming from inside the operating room, sounding like it was played on an old phonograph, the sound faint and unclear, difficult to discern if one didn't listen carefully.

  Immediately afterwards, a low-pitched sound, like a person's voice, was transmitted through the throat to the nasal cavity, making a mournful and choking noise, which sounded quite painful but was mixed with pleasure and satisfaction.

  Before long, Luo Ming would walk out of the operating room and lock the door. At this time, his figure, appearance, and temperament would all undergo some changes.

  These changes are quite subtle and ordinary people can't notice them if they don't pay attention. But I'm particularly sensitive to this aspect, so I can detect it at once, which makes me feel a chill run down my spine.

  This operating room seems to be shrouded in a huge mystery. So I usually keep a respectful distance from Luo Ming, and deliberately avoid him whenever possible.

  After working at "Lily" for a long time, I found that the employees inside are basically tall and thin, with a clear appearance. There are also a few people with some physical defects who have been arranged to unimportant positions, doing hard labor.

  For example, Yang Ying was also slender and graceful when she first entered Lire. She was promoted from a nurse to a head nurse in just two years. But later on, maybe because life was too comfortable, Yang Ying got a little chubby, then she was transferred to do cleaning work.

  Actually, I'm quite familiar with Yang Ying, because she lives upstairs from me. She often comes to my home to eat for free. A 26-year-old beautiful woman, 172 cm tall, single, with a fiery and straightforward personality, loud voice, typical northeastern girl. Actually, she's not fat, it's more suitable to describe her as plump, anyway, it's the figure I like.

  After being transferred to do cleaning work, wages and benefits did not decrease much, so Yang Wei was not dissatisfied.

  However, the hospital leaders had found her several times to persuade her to lose weight or have plastic surgery. The northeastern girl always refused with the reason of "natural beauty", which made the hospital very angry. Later, she was not allowed to do cleaning work either, and was simply fired, and a slender little sister was re-employed.

  Yang Ying was fired and soon found a new job.

  After changing jobs, her personality gradually became gentle and kind, a departure from her previous fiery and straightforward temperament.

  At first I thought it was her new job that caused the change in her personality, if I had noticed something at that time and taken measures against her, maybe the following tragedy could have been avoided.

  One night, I got up to use the bathroom and heard someone singing "The Wandering Songstress" upstairs. The voice was sharp and thin, as if it was being sung with a pinched throat. Listening carefully, it turned out to be Yang Ying's voice!

  A Northeastern girl with such a loud voice, singing in the middle of the night like that, made me feel a chill run down my spine. But at the time I was too tired and didn't have the energy to think about it much, so after using the bathroom I lay down and fell asleep.

  The next day at work, I coincidentally ran into Yang Ying in the elevator and found that her thigh was wrapped with thick bandages, with a large amount of fresh blood gushing out, soaking through the bandages, and even staining her pants red. However, she herself showed no signs of pain, but instead smiled and greeted me cheerfully.

  I was shocked and wanted to help her call 119 or 110, but Yang Ying smiled and waved her hand, saying she was fine. Her smiling expression seemed quite natural, but I felt a chill rising from my heart.

  The residents who took the elevator with me also showed a look of surprise and even fear. Someone pointed to the floor in panic. I looked down and saw a row of shallow footprints on the ground, which were stained with blood! Yang Ying's blood had flowed to her feet and soaked into her shoes!

  I was horrified and immediately took out my phone, shouting at Yang Ying: "Sister Ying, how did you make it so serious? I have to help you call 119!"

  Who knows, Yang Ying's pretty face that was smiling just now suddenly turned fierce and shouted at me: "What business is it of yours? Mind your own business!"

  Her voice was extremely loud, and her face showed a gloomy and eerie expression, which scared me so much that I trembled as I put away my phone. The other residents were also frightened by her, and no one dared to bother her again. After the elevator reached the first floor, everyone walked away as if they had seen a ghost.

  That night, I had a nightmare and dreamed that Yang Ying was standing in front of my bed covered in blood. I woke up with a loud cry, drenched in sweat.

  Then I heard a dripping sound, as if there was water dripping from upstairs onto the floor of my room.

  It's not that strange, the building has been neglected for years, and the floor is always seeping water. I just blamed Yang Ying a bit for mopping the floor in the middle of the night. But soon I discovered something was off, because I smelled a strong smell of blood.

  I was so scared that I almost peed my pants, and hastily turned on the light, only to see that the ceiling had been almost completely soaked with fresh blood, with bloodstains dripping down like raindrops, and a small pool of blood had already formed on the floor.

  My legs went soft and I immediately called 110 and 119.

  Twenty minutes later, police arrived and immediately broke in.

  As I was Yang Ying's closest friend before her death, I obtained permission from the police and entered her room.

  As soon as the door to Yang Jing's bedroom was pushed open, a faint black mist that was almost invisible, like a human figure, floated out from inside, darted across the hall, and flew out into the corridor.

  I thought I was seeing things and hastily rubbed my eyes.

  However, among the seven or eight police officers present, three or four of them showed a look of astonishment, apparently they also saw the black fog. A female police officer chased into the corridor, but the black fog had already disappeared without a trace, and she couldn't help but lose her composure.

  Yang Ying's death was quite terrifying:

  Her face, arms, thighs and waist were cut off in large chunks of flesh, even exposing bones. Fresh blood flooded the entire room into a pool of blood. She still held a rusty kitchen knife tightly in her hand, with a large amount of skin and meat scraps stuck to it.

  The police's on-site evidence collection proved that the scar on Yang Ying's body was quite uneven, with rolled skin and flesh at the wound, as if someone had pinched the skin and cut it off with a rusty dull knife.

  Moreover, the place where Yang Ying lived had all its doors and windows tightly closed, with no signs of a struggle on the scene, nor any footprints or fingerprints of a second person. Even more eerily, Yang Ying's face still wore a smile, without any sign of pain or strain, and her body was lying sideways on the floor, displaying the elegant posture of a young girl.

  I suddenly found that after Yang Ying's flesh was sawed off, her entire body shape became quite ideal, slender but not losing its curves. It is the standard body shape that Principal Lirei Luo Ming had been expecting.

  [Author's note]: New book uploaded, seeking patronage...