Braised Pork Incident

  It's really disgusting, I don't want to eat braised pork in red sauce for the rest of my life.

  In deliberate forgetting, everything seems to have entered into a regular pattern.

  The corpses in the autopsy room have all been taken away and are waiting for the next batch of volunteer bodies to be sent in. The current work is still unusually easy, just sweep and tidy up.

  The sound of a car came from outside, two big men carried a body in and skillfully put it into the freezer.

  "Master, didn't you say that the body would be sent over tomorrow?" I tried to put on a smiling face as much as possible.

  The two big men seemed as if they hadn't heard me at all, and magnificently ignored me, walking away.

  With a face full of black lines, how can you be alone? Suddenly speaking nonsense?

  "What are you up to, little one?" The strange old man asked with a sinister yet kindly tone, as if he was looking at his own granddaughter.

  Still deeply trapped in the awkwardness, he replied without thinking: "Pay respects to ancestors."

  The old man's face suddenly entered my line of sight. Hearing is not as good as seeing, and it's indeed quite strange. A withered face, a set of old but very neat white coats, pockets inserted with various surgical instruments, the most important thing is that one look and you can tell he's a necrophiliac.

  When I reacted, the old man's face was almost stuck on the corpse that had just been delivered.

  "Too beautiful, beautiful." Then for as long as five minutes, it was just repeating this one sentence.

  Indeed, he is the pervert old man in the mouths of senior brothers and sisters, a veteran professor who delights in dissecting human bodies.

  I'm really afraid that one day this strange old man will suddenly take a fancy to dissect me, the more I think about it, the more scared I become, and my feet involuntarily move towards the door.

  What a relief, I've finally moved to the door, and with one more step, I can leave the dissection room. Then, no matter what happens inside, whether it's against morality or destroys my outlook on life, it has nothing to do with me.

  A withered claw grasped my wrist and I was dragged before the corpse.

  "What are you doing with your eyes closed? Take a look, how beautiful is the human body?" The old man's face was full of expectant gaze.

  Forced to open his eyes, the corpse in front of him had a handsome face, with sharp facial features and a good physique, large chest muscles, eight-pack abs, probably around 185 cm tall. What a pity, what a pity...

  "What's wrong? The corpse is still a virgin, hasn't even touched a man?"

  "Never touched."

  My hand awkwardly stopped just above his chest muscles, I really just wanted to touch him once... Tears burst forth in my heart.

  The old man picked me up with one hand and threw me outside, like a hungry old wolf, lean and gaunt, with eyes shining brightly.

  "The one arriving tomorrow is for dissection, you can leave." The tone rose eight degrees, piercing the eardrum.

  "Is the pump's suction pipe clogged with debris, causing the water to overflow and flood the surrounding area?"

  As the administrator of this professor, the future is worrying. If you don't get paid, your life will be gone first, and then you'll be soaked in formalin to serve as "the first dissected specimen" for younger schoolmates to observe.

  The night grew darker, and it seemed as if there was an invisible big hand in the air that tightly covered Xiao Ya's mouth and nose, making it hard for her to breathe.

  Constantly scanning the empty bed across from me, I'm now the only one left in this dorm room.

  This is an inescapable fate, although I have already moved out, but every midnight when I wake up, I always come back again.

  Xiao Ya felt like she was about to collapse, her hand tightly gripping the fruit knife tied to her body, leaning against the wall and scanning around her.

  Can't die, can't just die like this.

  A cool sensation swept across the back of her neck, Xiao Ya's nerves were too tense, she suddenly jumped up and wildly slashed at the air.

  "Come out, Ding Han! Come out for me!" Eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse.

  In fact, the dorm auntie lived next door, but from the first day on, Xiao Ya knew that this dormitory was like another dimension at night, completely isolated from the outside world, and only returned to normal when dawn broke.

  After a moment of madness, she found out it was just an open window, and Xiao Ya's body suddenly went limp.

  Ten days ago, Ding Han found a copper mirror from somewhere and then his behavior became extremely strange. After three days, he turned into a bloodied corpse.

  "Ding Han wants me to accompany her, she wants to kill me." Xiao Ya has been seeking help from parents, friends and even the police. But why doesn't anyone believe her, why do they all say it's just an illusion?

  Only she could protect herself well, Xiao Ya secretly tied a fruit knife around her waist.

  "Xiao Ya, I'm so cold." A shrill female voice rose, it was Ding Fan.

  Xiao Ya saw Ding Han curled up on the ground, shivering all over.

  "It's cold, it's cold, it's cold..."

  Xiao Ya's eyes became hollow, the whites of her eyes completely turned red, and she muttered to herself. Slowly, she took off one piece of clothing after another from her body and covered Ding Fan with them.

  The clothes had been stripped off, and Xiao Ya seemed to think it was still not enough. Ding Han still felt cold. The sharp fruit knife pierced the calf, and with a forceful motion, a large piece of flesh was cut off, and blood flowed from the tip of the knife to the ground. Xiao Ya numbly placed it on Ding Fan's body, then continued, repeating the action, as if she didn't feel any pain.

  It's dawn...

  Working hard is also very tiring. When I walked out of the dormitory, I took a look and saw that their bed curtains were all drawn, and they were still sleeping like dead pigs.

  Glancing at his watch, 6:55, the old man said he'd be there at seven.

  With the milk in my mouth, I'm ready to sprint. Just as I accelerated to top speed, I felt a slip underfoot, then it was like flying, and after that there was a feeling of kissing the earth, and after that... Alas, this old body of mine...

  The cleaning aunt started work very early today.

  Turning his head, he involuntarily took a breath of cool air, and what he saw was not water marks, but dark red blood that had seeped out from the gap under the door and had already started to congeal.

  The aunt was woken up by the commotion outside the door and saw a student lying on the ground, staring intently at something behind him as soon as she opened the door.

  "Ah——" The aunt's low cry woke me up, she was already leaning against the wall and had fallen to the ground, unable to exert a single bit of strength.

  "Auntie, open the door quickly." Ignoring her pain, she helped Auntie up.

  More and more people were shocked, wearing mature pajamas, probably mostly high school students. Their faces turned pale, their bodies trembling, supporting each other to avoid fainting like Auntie.

  Fresh blood foretells death, but their reaction seems a bit too extreme, somewhat puzzled.

  Auntie didn't even have the strength to turn the key, I opened the door, and a pungent smell of blood and rot filled my nostrils.

  Even if it fell down, the milk that didn't spill from his mouth suddenly spilled onto the ground, although he had already finished drinking.

  Sitting in the police station, my stomach is still churning and I feel very nauseous. From now on, I never want to eat braised pork again in this lifetime.