The dead man was naked and lying alone on a white table in the huge surgical demonstration room. The room was pale, so white and aggressive, solemn and ruthless, making the entire surgical demonstration room seem to be undergoing endless torture.

The screams caused were trembling. Everyone is welcome to support Ghost Story Network:

The midday sun shone on him, making the blue-black spots on his forehead stand out, making his exposed belly reflect a dazzling green color, and his belly swelled like a large skin bag filled with water.

His body was like a large smooth calyx, like a strange flower from the jungles of India, which was shamelessly enshrined on the altar of death. His waist showed different shades of red and blue, bright.

eye-catching

The big wound below his navel exuded a terrible stench. It was slowly opening due to the heat, like a deep red furrow.

The doctor came in, these affable men in white coats, with scars from duels on their faces and gold-rimmed pince-nez.

They approached the dead man, looked at him with interest, and commented on him with an expert eye.

They took out the dissecting instruments from the white cupboards and white boxes: hammers, toothed blades, sharp bone saws, files, sets of terrible forceps, and took out countless large needles from small boxes. These needles were like countless

The vultures have hook-shaped beaks, eager to peck at the carcass and keep chirping.

They started to do that gruesome job. They all looked like terrible executioners.

They dug their hands deeper into the cold corpse, like chefs in white coats eviscerating a goose, pulling out all the internal organs. Blood overflowed from their hands. Welcome to support ghost stories.

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The intestines were wrapped around their arms, like strips of green and yellow snake excrement, and streams of warm rotten and smelly liquid splashed on their coats. They had pierced their bladders, and the cold urine shimmered inside,

Like a jar of yellow wine

They poured the urine into several large bowls; a stench like ammonia hit their nostrils but the dead man was sleeping

When the hammer struck his head, a dream and the love that remained in his heart came to life, burning like a torch in his dark night.

Outside the spacious window, a vast blue sky spread out, dotted with white clouds floating in the bright light. They roamed around in the silence of the afternoon, like little white gods.

The swallows were flying high in the blue sky, fluttering their wings under the warm July sunshine. The black blood of the dead flowed from the rotting purple-blue forehead, condensing into a terrifying figure in the scorching heat.

The rot of the cloud's death crawled over him with its mottled claws. Welcome to support Ghost Story Network:

His skin began to turn into corpse water, and his belly became as pale as an eel's belly under the doctor's greedy fingers.

The doctor's arm dug into his wet flesh, reaching as deep as his elbow.

The dead man's mouth was also cracked by decay. He seemed to be smiling.

He dreamed of an auspicious star and a fragrant summer night.

His melting lips seemed to tremble slightly as he received a gentle kiss.

I love you so much. I loved you so deeply. Do you want me to tell you how much I loved you? When you walked through that poppy field, you yourself were a fragrant poppy fire, and you lit up the whole night.

They are all attracted to your body. Your clothes that are fluttering around your ankles are like rolling waves of fire in the afterglow of the setting sun.

But you nodded slightly in the bright light, so your hair still burned under my passionate kiss, red as flames, and you left like this, looking back at me frequently all the way. For a long time after you left, the hair in your hand

The lantern is a bright and shining rose, still swaying from side to side in the vast twilight. Welcome everyone to support Ghost Story Network:

Tomorrow I will see you here again, under the window of the chapel; here, the candlelight comes in and turns your hair into a golden forest; here, the daffodils wrap around your ankles, as tender as each other

gentle kiss

I will see you again at dusk every day. We will never be apart. I love you so much! Do you want me to tell you how much I love you?
Chapter completed!