My Inseparable House Guests

The senior who called is the head of the school's Discipline Inspection Department. Fangze University has skipped countless classes in the past few years, and it's not all because of this senior. And I promised to help with this matter, I promised my senior last week, so I had to go.

Otherwise, in case the senior sister gets angry and turns over the old score, based on Fang Ze's record of skipping an average of 15 classes a week and 10 classes a week in the past few years, it is estimated that whether he can graduate is a matter of opinion.

Fang Ze glanced at Conan in the living room. Buddha, Hongjun, Empress Nuwa, please bless me, we only have the King of Hades in China and there is no God of Death, maybe this domain of Death God in China will be invalid when Conan comes.

Fang Ze collected himself, walked over, and found that Conan was still browsing the web.

"Well, Conan, I need to go out now." Fang Ze said looking at Conan.

"Well, okay, then I'll go out with you." Conan turned off the computer and stood up. After all, the two are grasshoppers tied to the same rope, and it is impossible for either of them to leave within a hundred meters of the other. .

"Wait." Fang Ze saw that Conan's outfit was too conspicuous and easy to distinguish, so he said to Conan, "For some reason, you need to pretend."

Fang Ze took off Conan's black-rimmed glasses without saying a word. Anyway, this guy has no problem with his eyesight at all, the glasses are just a disguise, and then Fang Ze found another bottle of hairspray and applied it on Conan's head, brushing off all his dull hair that seemed to be pressed out from sleep.

Well now, even if Conan's iron fans come, it is impossible to recognize that this is Conan.

Fang Ze led Conan out of the house and walked all the way to the school smoothly without any accidents.

Sure enough, it seemed that the elementary school student of the god of death would still be misfired when he came to Lord Yan's territory.

Because today is Monday, except for seniors like Fang Ze who have nothing to do to graduate, other students are in class, so the school is quite quiet. Fang Ze led Conan all the way to the school's corpse storage in front of the house.

Of course, it is impossible to lead Conan into the morgue. After all, Conan looks like a child now. If I lead him in, he will be kicked away by his senior sister.

Fang Ze and Conan estimated the distance, and found that Conan could sit in the lobby of the laboratory and wait for Fang Ze. As long as Fang Ze did not leave the laboratory building, the distance between the two would not exceed 100 meters.

Fang Ze brought the tablet with him when he went out, so he handed the tablet to Conan and let him play by himself, while he changed into a white coat, mask, and plastic gloves, and walked into the mortuary room.

As soon as he entered the morgue, the pungent smell of formaldehyde rushed out. Inside the room is a concrete platform like a bathtub, four in a square shape. The formalin had already turned yellowish brown, and there were layers of corpses underwater. Although they couldn't be seen, a few hands and backs were exposed on the water surface, like dead branches around the stone.

Fang Ze's senior sister was also fully armed and was standing in the middle of the mortuary room. In front of her was a cart for moving corpses, and a young female corpse was lying on the cart.

"Senior Fan." Fang Ze waved his hand, signaling that he was coming.

Senior Sister Fan nodded, motioned for Fang Ze to come over, and helped her push the corpse into the dissecting room next door.

Fang Ze walked over, grabbed the cart, raised his eyes to see the face of the corpse, and was stunned for a moment, but said nothing, and followed his senior sister to push the corpse to the dissection room next door.

When I arrived in the dissection room, the pungent formaldehyde smell disappeared, but it was replaced by the smell of disinfectant, which was just as unpleasant.

There used to be a buddy at Fangze School who really couldn't stand the smell of formalin, so he was smart enough to put a few drops of cooling oil on the mask. Said, 'One of the students I taught was scared and cried when he first dissected the plane. '

The senior sister turned around and closed the door of the mortuary room, and then Fang Ze looked at her as if, and asked, "Is this the body of Teacher Qing Ya?"

"Um.

Senior Sister Fan nodded, "Otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to come over to help. Teacher Qingya liked you as a student before." "

Fang Ze and Sister Fan took out various dissection tools together, and asked, "Didn't Teacher Qingya die of a heart attack without even a last word? Who donated her body to the school?"

"Ms. Qing Ya signed the body donation agreement when she just graduated, but she didn't expect it to take effect so soon."

Teacher Qingya, whose full name is Wei Qingya, was Fang Ze's biochemistry teacher back then. He is a graduate of this school. He joined the school as a teacher after graduating from graduate school. I went home to rest because of a bad heart.

Last week, there was news in the school that Teacher Qing Ya passed away due to a heart attack, and everyone spontaneously mourned. They didn't expect to see Teacher Qing Ya's body today.

Fang Ze first bowed deeply at 90 degrees to Teacher Qingya's body, and then had a soft conversation with Senior Sister Fan while handling Teacher Qingya's body, dissecting various internal organs and storing them in formalin bottles.

"I remember that Teacher Qingya is married. Her husband actually agreed to donate Teacher Qingya's body according to his wish during his lifetime. It is also very remarkable."

"Her husband is also a doctor." Sister Fan explained.

"No wonder you're so enlightened." Fang Ze carefully removed Teacher Qingya's heart, and was about to store it in a formalin jar after processing, when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Senior Fan." Fang Ze called softly, then pointed to Teacher Qingya's pericardial cavity and said, "Why is the blood in it clotted and black?"

"Let me take a look." Senior Sister Fan came over and looked at Teacher Qing Ya's pericardial cavity, and sure enough, she also found the clotted and blackened blood.

"It should be contaminated during the transport of the corpse." Senior Sister Fan said uncertainly.

"Is it possible that Teacher Qingya didn't have a heart attack?" Fang Ze looked at Senior Fan and made a bold assumption.

"You think about it too much. Didn't you know about Teacher Qingya's bad heart since you were a freshman? It is said that Teacher Qingya's husband was still angry when he carried the sick teacher to the hospital. There was no rescue at that time. Come here, this is why he died, if it was due to other reasons, it is impossible for so many doctors not to find it."

Fang Ze carefully put Teacher Qingya's heart into formalin, but still felt a little unwilling.

If it was normal, maybe Fang Ze would think that there was an accident or other reasons during the process of transporting the corpse. After all, the coagulated and blackened blood could not explain anything, but the arrival of Conan today made Fang Ze very nervous. stretch.

"Sister Fan." Fang Ze asked, "Which hospital did Teacher Qing Ya die in?"

"It's the affiliated hospital of our school." Sister Fan looked at Fang Ze and said, "The president of your previous e-sports club, Senior Zhang Zhiyu, is now doing an internship in that hospital."

Fang Ze and Senior Sister Fan finished disposing of Teacher Qingya's body. Senior Sister Fan originally planned to treat Fang Ze to a meal, but Fang Ze said something was up and ran out, and then found Conan sitting in the hall.

Conan looked at Fang Ze who was walking anxiously, raised his head and asked, "Brother Fang Ze, what's wrong?"

"Conan, accompany me to the hospital."