Phone? Actually, it’s not a very important phone call, it’s just a date call from a woman.

Lao Zhou has nothing to do with this person, he is a little bit romantic, and he often says that there are two things he will never push. The first is that our brothers are looking for him. The second is that the girl he still likes to date him.

A man with a good appearance, a good career, and even a bright future is particularly popular, so it is normal to have more calls.

"So, you're here." I lazily looked outside the store. The sunlight was probably covered by the clouds, and the sky seemed a little gloomy.

"You won't go?" Lao Zhou asked me back, obviously dissatisfied with my attitude. I probably meant that I was a little 50 steps and laughing a hundred steps.

"The key point?" I fiddled with the lighter in my hand, and the crisp sound of the "bang" opening of the lid echoed in the store. I had slightly adjusted the steel sheets in the lid. If I could make such a sound, it looked good, and I was quite satisfied.

"The point is that the date is more pleasant. It was 11 o'clock when I came back. Do you know me and know what I would do?" Old Zhou wiped his face, obviously he was helpless with himself.

Before, I said that Lao Zhou is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. In some aspects, he is paranoid, which is destined to have his personality. In other aspects, it is also a bit strange to say that he decided to complete what he wanted to complete today. If he couldn't finish today, he wouldn't sleep well all night. If he didn't finish the next day, he would continue to hold his red eyes that stayed up late the next day.

This is really not very likable, or I like it, because relatively speaking, I am just a casual person.

According to my understanding of Lao Zhou, the details of what he did later have gradually taken shape in my mind.

When I go home, take the most familiar glass cup, pour out a cup of honey grapefruit water from the refrigerator and pour it down first, rinse the cup, put it back in place, then wash my face, and check if there is no visible oil on my face. If I don’t go out, I will walk to the toilet door, take off my clothes, place it fixedly in the storage basket next to the washing machine, then take a shower, and change my pajamas.

If you still have to go out, you will definitely pack up the things you need to use when you go out, check carefully twice, put them in your backpack, smell if there is any residual smell on your body before going out, and you will pick up the perfume placed next to the shoe cabinet, spray it behind your ears and wrists three times.

What he didn't accomplish yesterday was to worship the body of the death row prisoner as I said, so after he went home to do these trivial matters, he would definitely go out.

When I went out, I would definitely bring incense and candles as I asked that day, and the standard paper money I specially made for him. Those things would be placed in the briefcase I carried with me.

"When did you go?" Thinking of this, I frowned and asked.

I have said before that I know that the terrifying place that students circulate is "clean". In fact, no matter when Lao Zhou goes, as long as he doesn't scare himself, he will not encounter anything. My question is unnecessary because Lao Zhou studies medicine, and his own extremes are destined to be a person who is not easily frightened.

"When I arrived, I didn't look at the time, I just looked at it when I went out, and it was about 11:40. It might be around 12:00 when I arrived." Old Zhou frowned and became serious when he saw me.

He didn't believe what I said, but he believed in me.

"Are you the only one in that building?" I asked again nonsense, but if the incident was just a mundane thing where Lao Zhou broke into unclean things in the morgue, the hospital would not have to come forward to suppress this matter.

"Of course not, there are doormen. The hospital still attaches great importance to specimens, but you know that the doormen are in a room at the very edge of the first floor entrance. There is no surveillance in the damn building." Lao Zhou said, and suddenly said in annoyance.

"This is very important?" I was surprised. Some strange incident scared Lao Zhou like this, and he still missed the surveillance.

"Of course it's important, listen to me." Lao Zhou pulled the collar of his shirt and looked a little annoyed.

Following his remarks, time was pulled back to 12 o'clock in the night

It was probably at that time that Lao Zhou reached the building that students were more afraid of. It was an old-fashioned building, which should have been built in the 1970s. It was a very typical red brick building. Later, for the sake of beauty, it was painted with a layer of white paint.

It is said that there was another rectification, and the spire that was originally a tiled was changed to a more modern flat roof.

But even so, it cannot cover up the old-fashionedness revealed by this building and its relatively outdated structure. The doorman is destined to be decorated in my memory. It has three exits, namely the two sides of the building and the main entrance.

The doorman is at the front entrance, and both sides will be locked at night, but it is just the old-fashioned large iron lock and wooden door. Moreover, the doors on both sides are a distance from the main entrance, which means that if something really happens, wait for the doorman to run over and the daylily will be cold.

It was at such a night that Lao Zhou entered this old-fashioned building.

When he went, the guard was not asleep, and the guard room was lit with dim lights. He was not surprised to see Lao Zhou coming. He also greeted Lao Zhou and asked him to register according to the rules.

"Why are you going to that specimen building at this time, the guard is not surprised?" Hearing this, I couldn't help asking again. This time I changed to a lighter and flicked the cover with my thumb. The sound was dull, so I began to adjust the steel sheet inside.

I like the crisp sound of the lighter cover when it is opened. I think the sound will make me happy, but Lao Zhou is a little annoyed and can't help but say: "Lao Lao, can you listen carefully to me? Don't always use your baby lighters."

"I listened very seriously, you said that." I fiddled with the steel sheet inside without raising my head. It was difficult for me to tell Lao Zhou that hobbies can also be contagious. For example, if someone likes lighters, I was infected unconsciously.

He once said that fire can give people some hope when people are most desperate. Only with hope is small, then life is like sugar cane with juice, which can chew sweetness. Since it can still have sweetness, don’t give up your life, just like don’t spit out the sugar cane in your outlet, and chew it again.

Even if it is just a small amount of hope, there is still a small amount of happiness

The lighter in his hand once brought a bright color when he was most desperate, so he liked to collect lighters later, just like collecting a lot of hope, and then I liked it too.

Who is he? Lao Zhou didn't know, and I deliberately "forgot"

Knowing my stubbornness, Lao Zhou no longer insisted, but answered my question a little numbly: "It's not surprising to go to the specimen room in the middle of the night. After all, it's not a pure specimen room in that building. There are also a few small medical laboratories. Doctors are numb and rational professions, and they are often a little paranoid. Staying in such a building overnight will not feel much. And if you forget what's important in it, or take the specimen you'll use tomorrow's class in the middle of the night. Sometimes, the specimen must be 'grabbed'."

I don’t know if the reason Lao Zhou gave me is far-fetched. Since he said that, I think it’s definitely the case. After all, it’s normal for every industry to not understand each other.

Then what industry am I considered? I thought about it and told myself with certainty that the owner of a messy antique shop.

"Well, you went in, and then?" After that, I can't guess what Lao Zhou met, and the next thing was destined to be the key to the problem.

"What's the matter, then, you know my personality, the one who will go straight to the basement is the basement with the large Formalin pool. I was thinking at the time that the new batch of corpses should not be disposed of, so they have not been soaked in the pool. They should still be in the freezer. I still disliked the trouble and went to find the body of the death row prisoner. I just thought about this and walked all the way to the basement." Lao Zhou paused when he said this, then looked at me, a little embarrassed, but a little surprised and confused: "However, I felt the basement was a little cold yesterday."

"It's normal to be cold. After all, it's an old house, and it's a basement." I finally got the lighter and looked up and said to Lao Zhou.

"It's not normal, I got goosebumps. I just kept my head thinking about my troubles. No one would feel very happy when facing corpses. At that time, I was glad that I was not studying forensics or something, but as soon as I arrived in the basement, I suddenly woke up. No, third brother, I don't know how to describe it to you. That feeling should not be sober, but clearly knowing that I had walked to the basement. Because it was too cold, I had goosebumps like that." Lao Zhou looked at me, his eyes still had the horror left last night.

"Hmm, cold?" I answered inadvertently, and couldn't help but squint my eyes and looked at Lao Zhou, subconsciously rubbing my eyebrows.

No problem, Lao Zhou is fine, then I patted Lao Zhou on the shoulder and signaled him to continue.

Lao Zhou was a little irritated. This time he unbuttoned his shirt one more time, as if he was so hot that he was in his heart at this moment. He was so cold in the basement of the specimen building last night. My encouragement made Lao Zhou feel a little relieved. He continued: "Anyway, I was a little blurred in that section, because I was not sure what I saw. Lao San, I was the first to talk to you, but not to others, not only because you are my best brother, but also because I think you can definitely help me solve the problem."

"Hmm." At this time, the extra words were nonsense, and I just uttered.
Chapter completed!