Tang Chen glanced at the body lying on the morgue covered with white cloth and a tool cart beside the bed, yawned, and said to himself: "You want me to check the body in the middle of the night? Isn't this the case?
Test it!"
A middle-aged American next to him held a folder in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He made an OK gesture to the camera above the room and turned to look at Tang Chen.
Tang Chen smiled bitterly and glanced at the time. He pulled out a chair from the side, sat down and said impatiently to the man: "I really don't understand what you are going to do, from physical strength to endurance, and then to
The IQ is more than ten times... What's the point of getting a corpse now? Do we still need to dissect corpses for interstellar exploration? "
The American didn't say anything and just looked like it had nothing to do with him. He stared at the folder in his hand. Tang Chen, who was already a bit grumpy, could only helplessly stand up and walk to the corpse to face it.
He murmured: "I haven't done any autopsy or anything like that for a long time. If you're unhappy, you can always go find these troublesome bastards!"
Tang Chen lifted the white cloth covering the body, revealing the face of a boy in his twenties. After a rough inspection, the boy should have died from slitting his wrists, so his face was a little shriveled despite the paleness. Tang Chen
He sighed and looked at the American who was still standing there and asked, "Are you going to check the cause of his death?"
"As you wish!"
He thought to himself that a corpse was placed here with a tool cart next to it. It was obvious that he was asked to do a corpse examination. However, he thought that the test could not be so simple, and it happened to test his major. It was really like this.
Isn't he so lucky?
Since it was determined to explore the so-called flat planet, each country has sent its best members to participate in the International Space Cruiser Agency's test to compete for the only five exploration quotas. They are pulled out almost every few days
To do a test, the time and place are uncertain, and the content of the training is also uncertain. Today is the twenty-seventh day.
He could easily see the cause of the boy's death, and there was no need for further autopsy. If he really wanted to do it, he wouldn't need to use the tools on the tool cart that were enough to cut the body into pieces. Tang Chen put on
Glove picked up a sponge and dipped it in some hot water to thaw the skin on his wrist. This mission was sent by the country, and it was also a major event that brought glory to the country. He did not dare to relax, so he decided to use a minor surgery to confirm it.
My own conjecture.
When he picked up the tweezers and put them on the corpse's wrist, suddenly the corpse's eyes suddenly opened, making Tang Chen take two steps back. Tang Chen saw his gray-white dilated pupils staring at him.
, he shook his hand and the tweezers fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound.
The dead man opened his eyes?! Tang Chen's heart began to beat crazily. A layer of panic appeared in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at the guy not far away from him who was writing something with a pen. Could it be that he knew what was happening now?
What was going on? He was making some records based on his performance. Tang Chen calmed down his emotions a little. Although he had made some mental preparations, he looked back and was still shocked by the corpse.
He thought to himself: "Today's technology is so advanced that we can't see ghosts anyway."
What should I do? Tang Chen trembled and closed his strange eyes, thinking that it must be because of the torturous tests these days that he had a neurological problem. Maybe these eyes were from the beginning.
Open. Although this reason is not very convincing to himself, at least he should have a reason that allows him to continue to stay here. If he really can't hold on and gets out of here, he will lose his participation in this interstellar event.
The qualification to explore means that China's only remaining hope has been shattered, and he must withstand it.
Tang Chen picked up the tweezers from the ground and rinsed them in the water. When he faced the corpse again, he suddenly thought of a sentence he had seen in a novel before: The dead open their eyes, and the mourners stop. Here.
The bereavement master generally refers to all professions that deal with corpses. He is an out-and-out materialist, so naturally he will not believe this. They are also a serious official organization and will not use this to scare people.
He stared at the face of the corpse with a nervous and serious expression, and pinched the wound of the corpse with tweezers. But with just this moment, the eyes of the corpse suddenly opened again!
He was greatly frightened by this move. He was a medical student, not only that he had seen many corpses, but also definitely not few. This was the first time he had seen such a strange corpse.
Without even having time to take off his gloves, he turned around and walked quickly towards the American. Looking at his somewhat unflattering face, he said seriously: "There is something wrong with this body, please contact the headquarters immediately!"
The American didn't even look at the corpse and said with a smile: "If you think there is a problem, please tell me to give up this test. You can go out after the test is over! Of course, if you give up, you will lose it."
Final qualification.”
Tang Chen frowned and looked at the Yankee who still had a smile on his face. They were the ones who least expected him to pass the test smoothly. Tang Chen squeezed out a strange smile from the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "
Give up? There is an old saying in China, "Give up is not in my fucking dictionary. If our tests are the same, you should still consider that Humphrey Parker and think about whether he has been scared to death."
Tang Chen turned around and walked to the corpse. Looking at the weird face of the corpse, he chuckled and said, "If you are good, make more noise! Just see if I am afraid of you!"
Tang Chen deliberately said this to the American. In fact, he didn't know what to do now. He put his hand on the morgue. He didn't plan to do anything to the corpse anymore, at least not now.
What's the matter? Judging from the previous tests, as long as you are not eliminated by the time, you will be considered to have passed the test.
At this time, he suddenly felt his wrist go cold, and something was holding him. Without even thinking about it, he knew it must be the corpse's hand. He shook it hard a few times, and subconsciously pulled his left hand from his waist.
He drew his gun and after a while he realized that his gun had been taken away by them before he entered the room.
He jumped back crazily, shaking his hands vigorously at the same time, trying to shake the corpse's hand away. As he backed up, he heard the sound of the mortuary bed being moved due to his movements rubbing against the ground.
He seemed to hear another very small voice, and suddenly his hand lost its pulling force due to inertia and he fell to the ground. Looking at the corpse, there was only a bare arm left, and the hand actually came directly from the wound.