What's the joke? It's cold but understandable.

Before I switched to be a drug sales manager, I was an anatomy lecturer in medical college. I changed my career not because I didn't do well in this field. As a matter of fact, I did well in class. If I hadn't given up, I think I could probably be promoted to the position of associate professor now.

What forced me to leave the university platform was psychological factors, because I hated and feared the dead. It is an unfathomable fear, like a flowing cold needle, which passes through the soles of your feet and spreads throughout your body through blood circulation. You don't know when it will reach your heart. It may be half a year, a month or a minute. Similarly, I don't know when it will come again, but I feel that it is not far from me, and it is still spying on me somewhere, ready to kill me.

Things have to start from an anatomy class three years ago. For students, this lesson may be the most unforgettable lesson in their lives, because the first on-site autopsy always gives a very strong impression. I have stressed the need to be mentally prepared, but some people still spit. In the next three days, few people went to the canteen to buy meat, especially fried pork liver and other meat dishes.

This time, the body is a young woman, which is an abnormal phenomenon in medical schools, because the scarcity of bodies has become a common problem in major medical schools. Most of the bodies obtained have died of old age and organ failure. Even so, the whole autopsy class is often postponed. Because according to local customs, even if the patient has voluntarily devoted himself to medical care before his death, the children of the deceased are often not allowed to do so, which is considered as blasphemy to the deceased. Therefore, every corpse is a rare internship opportunity, and it is extremely precious to be young and alive.

The female corpse lay quietly on the autopsy table. Before class, the body was covered with white cloth. As usual, I told the students the precautions of autopsy and its importance in medicine, and finally asked them to treat the corpse with high respect. The students' eyes were curious and a little scared, but no one made a sound, as if waiting for an extremely serious moment.

The white cloth was lifted and the students gave a few slight sighs. This is a very young female corpse, only about twenty-five or six years old. I heard that she was a secretary before her death and cut her wrist because of emotional problems. Her friend dug out a volunteer letter from her belongings, which was filled out when she was a student. Young people seldom think about such things. Why does she have such a wish? Maybe it will always be a mystery.

She is not a very beautiful woman, her eyes are a little sunken, and she may have suffered a lot of pressure before her death. She closed her eyes and looked very peaceful, just like sleeping, completely getting rid of the stiff death of ordinary corpses. Maybe death is really a relief for her.

I thought like this, covered her face with a square towel as usual, and when I couldn't see her face clearly, her pale body suddenly appeared.

"Now, let's start!" I said, signal the students to focus on the anatomy demonstration platform.

There was silence all around. I took the scalpel out of the plate and put it on her throat. The white plastic gloves match the woman's skin color and are suffocating white.

Her body is still a little soft and her skin is elastic, which is very different from the body I used to contact. Somehow, my scalpel didn't move, and even a terrible idea came into my mind. Maybe she's not dead. But soon, I felt ridiculous for my idea. Maybe it's a pity that the girl died, which is why I have this illusion.

The students stared at the scalpel with wide eyes. I concentrated and finally scraped the blade off hard. The sharp scalpel hardly encountered any resistance, reaching her abdomen, just like pulling open the chain. We can clearly hear the slight squeak when the surgical knife cuts the meat. Due to the pressure in the body cavity, the cut skin and purple muscles immediately opened to both sides, and her originally strong room hung to her sides. With the skin becoming very loose, after pulling the skin and muscles apart with a fixer, the internal organs are completely displayed in front of us. At this point, I have forgotten what kind of person my body is. It doesn't really matter. What is important is how to make students firmly remember the structure of the human body, which will have a far-reaching impact on their future medical career.

The internal organs were taken out one by one and explained to the students in detail. After the incision, the structure was explained. After the internal organs were completely removed, the female corpse only had a red body cavity.

The course went well. Although several students turned blue because of discomfort and almost all of them felt sick, they still withstood the test. I'm glad you came.

After the students left, I was left alone in the autopsy demonstration room. White light shines strongly on the dissection table, reflecting harsh light. I began to put the internal organs back in place one by one, and then sewed the skin back to its original state with thread layer by layer.

The school clock struck five and I took off the square towel that covered the woman's face. At that moment, something terrible happened! The woman corpse suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me savagely, making me almost fall to the ground.

I stood up trembling and found that this was not an illusion. She stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, and her expression was not as serene as before, but a scowl.

But she is really dead. I summoned up my courage, went up and examined it carefully, and finally found a reasonable explanation. Maybe it's bioelectricity. The process of dissection triggered some kind of bioelectricity nerve reflex.

I closed her eyes, put the white cloth back and walked out of the autopsy room.

A few days later, the eyes of the female corpse kept shaking in my mind. I am not a psychic, but I don't know why, those eyes haunt me like ghosts. I have been wondering why she opened her eyes at this time. In addition, in retrospect, those eyes seem to convey some kind of information, not exactly like the empty eyes of the deceased.

Three days later, I learned that the female corpse had been cremated and the ashes were taken back to my distant hometown by my parents.

A year has passed, and I seem to have forgotten it. In the meantime, I made a girlfriend.

We met on a rainy night. That night, I came home from a school meeting. It rained heavily and there was no one on the road. I couldn't get a taxi at the moment, so I had to take an umbrella alone. Walking, I suddenly found someone behind me, always following me slowly. I'm a little nervous. If I meet a robber at this time, I will be miserable, so I deliberately accelerated my pace. The man also quickened his pace and still followed me for four or five meters. After walking for so long, I finally couldn't help it. I turned to look, but the result was unexpected. It turned out that I was followed by a slim girl in a yellow raincoat.

We stood face to face.

"Why are you following me?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry, I'm, I'm afraid to travel alone." She looked at me timidly.

I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Then how do you know that I am not a bad person?"

She smiled and said, "Because you are like a teacher, teachers are rarely bad people."

"oh! You guessed it, I am a teacher, don't be afraid, I will give you a ride! " I'll walk with her and take her home.

After that night, we often met on the way home and gradually got to know each other.

I have been afraid to tell her about the courses I teach, so she only knows that I am a medical school teacher and I know nothing about the nature of my work.

One day, I finally told her that I was a lecturer in human anatomy.

She was not as surprised and scared as I expected, but showed a strong curiosity.

"Do you think your body will feel pain when the scalpel is crossed?" She asked, solemnly waiting for my answer.

"How did that happen? People don't feel it when they die. "

"How do you know they don't feel?"

"The standard for judging death in modern medicine is brain death, the brain nerve has died, and any stimulation of nerve endings has lost its effectiveness. Of course, people have no feelings. "

"This is just the idea of our living people, but it may not be the case." She said stubbornly.

"Don't think about it." I said with a smile.

Later, she asked this question more than once. Every time she answered it, it was like something in my mind was hooked by an iron hook, but it immediately sank.

But she still often asks me the same question, and I gradually feel that there is an inexplicable fear that is getting heavier and heavier. I'm even afraid to meet her, but it's nothing particularly strange to think about it. I guess it may be because of frequent contact with autopsy and excessive psychological pressure.

I didn't know the seriousness of the problem until I found it by accident.

I went to her dormitory that night to find her, but she was not there. The door was left unlocked and I sat on the sofa waiting for her. Tired of waiting, I stood up and looked at her desk, ready to find a magazine to amuse myself. There is nothing to read. I was holding an old newspaper in my hand, and accidentally, a piece of paper floated out of the pile and fell to the ground. It was an old yellow paper, and my nerves suddenly tightened. I seem to have seen this paper somewhere.

I picked up the paper, turned it over and opened my eyes in horror. It turns out that this is my voluntary list of female corpse autopsy a year ago, and I signed it before the corpse was handed over to the autopsy room.

That's right! My signature is still on it, but why is it here?

I was a little scared, so I quickly opened the old newspaper and saw that in the social field of vision, it was the social news that "working girls committed suicide for love". The newspaper date was the day I dissected the body. I feel like I've fallen into the ice room and I'm cold all over. I feel that this room suddenly has an unspeakable horror.

At that time, I heard clear footsteps in the corridor and the sound of high heels coming this way step by step. I didn't know what to do at the moment, so I had to bite the bullet and wait for her to appear.

The footsteps came to the door and stopped suddenly. I didn't see anyone, but I seemed to feel that she was standing at the door staring at me. My feet are weak, but I dare not move. In a short time, the sound of high heels rang again, getting farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

I ran home like crazy, calmed down for a few hours, and my brain spun rapidly. How come... Maybe she is just a classmate or colleague of that girl or a good friend, so it's not surprising to keep these things. Besides, footsteps may just come from downstairs, all because my nerves are too allergic.

I calmed down a little, so I called her on my mobile phone, hoping to make things clear.

Nobody answered the phone. I tried to call, but it was a long tone.

The more she didn't answer, the more scared I felt.

Soon, footsteps suddenly came from outside, just as she heard them there, the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the concrete floor. My heart is pounding, and I dare not get out of the atmosphere.

"Dong! Knock on the door. Hey! " Someone is knocking at the door.

It's really her! She came to me! With great difficulty, I finally convinced myself to open the door.

"It's you!" I said, my throat hurts a little.

"It's me." She said.

"I went to see you at night and you weren't there." I stepped back and said.

"I went out to do something! I found you here when I came back. " She said.

"Really?"

"Why do you always call my mobile phone?" She said.

"I ... I'm afraid something will happen to you." I said.

She smiled and said, "Shall I stay with you tonight?"

I want to let her go, but I can't say it. We have known each other for so long that she never lets me touch her body. I think maybe I am really suspicious. Her appearance bears no resemblance to that girl. What does it matter?

I'll take a shower first! "She says, goes to the bathroom.

"All right!" I stepped aside.

I was sitting in the living room, and I was uneasy when I heard the sound of flushing inside, but I kept telling myself not to think about those strange things. Maybe it's just a coincidence.

She came out in pajamas and sat on the sofa opposite me.

We are relatively speechless.

"Let me give you a massage." She came up behind me with a smile and shook my shoulder.

"Do you think your body will feel pain when the scalpel is crossed?" She asked suddenly.

I jumped up from the sofa and shouted, "You, who are you?"

But when my neck hurts, it's like being hit by a heavy object, and I've lost consciousness.

I woke up with a splitting headache and found my hands and feet tied to the bed.

I saw her standing in front of the bed, looking at me angrily, that look! I remember, that look is exactly the same as that female corpse!

"You ... you are ..." I couldn't help but panic, but it was useless to struggle.

I found her face changing. Slowly, her eyes, nose and mouth were moving. After a while, a horrible face appeared in front of me. It's her! ! The female corpse of a year ago!

"Do you think your body will feel pain when the scalpel is crossed?" She snapped at me again.

"Also ... maybe!" I said in a trembling voice.

She slowly unbuttoned her pajamas. I've never felt so sick. Her body is just an empty shell from the cervical fossa to the bottom, with no internal organs and only a red body cavity.

"You say, do I hurt?" She said angrily.

"But you volunteered!" I shouted.

"I regret committing suicide for that man, but just as I was preparing to stay away from this dirty world, you woke me up again! I want you to stay with me forever! " She said.

"You, what do you want?" I said in horror.

She smiled stiffly, took out a bright scalpel from her pajamas bag, waved it in front of me, and then lifted it to my neck.

"I want you to know the pain of being dissected!" She said gloomily.

"Don't! Don't! You are dead, I am alive! " I shouted.

A sharp pain in my throat made me feel as if I had been skinned alive. I screamed and sat up.

I found that I was sweating all over as if I had been soaked in water. The moonlight shone on me through the window. She is not in the room. Did she dream all night?

I feel incredible, but I am very happy and have a feeling of surviving.

The next day, when I got up, I found something that would make me fidget. Under the bed, there is a scalpel, sharp and shining with cold light.

I went to her room again this afternoon, but the door was closed. The old lady next door told me that this room has not been rented since the woman committed suicide.

Since then, I dare not touch any more bodies, or even stay in medical school, so I have to switch to drug distribution.

But did what happened that night really happen?

Until today, I still haven't found the answer!