Chapter 3

The student sister who called is the director of the Discipline Inspection Department of the school. Fangze university has skipped classes in recent years, and countless assholes have not been covered by this student sister. And I promised to help this thing last week, so I had to go.

Otherwise, in case the student sister gets angry and turns over the old account, it is estimated that whether Fang Ze can graduate or not depends on Fang Ze's record of 15 classes a week and an average of 10 classes skipped in recent years.

Fang Ze glanced at Conan in the living room. Buddha, Hongjun, empress Nuwa, please bless me. In China, there is only the king of hell and no God of death. Maybe this Conan came to China and this God of death field will fail.

Fang Ze calmed down and walked over to find Conan still browsing the web.

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

"Well, well, I'll go out with you." Conan turned off the computer and stood up. After all, they were grasshoppers tied to a rope, and neither of them could leave within 100 meters of each other.

"Wait." Fang Ze looked at Conan's dress, which was too conspicuous and easy to distinguish, so he said to Conan, "for some reasons, you need to disguise."

Fang Ze took off Conan's black frame glasses without saying a word. Anyway, this guy's eyesight is no problem at all. His glasses are just camouflage. Then Fang Ze found a bottle of hair gel and wiped it on Conan's head, smoothing all his stupid hair that seemed to have been pressed out before he woke up.

Now, even if Conan's iron powder came, it was impossible to recognize that this was Conan.

Fang Ze led Conan out of the door and walked smoothly to the school without any accident.

Sure enough, it seems that the death pupil is still dumbfounded when he comes to the territory of the Lord of hell.

Because today is Monday, except for senior students like Fang Ze who have long been idle and waiting for graduation, other students are in class, so the school is quite quiet. Fang Ze led Conan all the way to the front of the school's body storage room.

Of course, it is impossible to lead Conan into the body storage room. After all, Conan is completely a child now. It is estimated that if he leads in, he will be kicked directly by his schoolsister.

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

Fang Ze took the tablet with him when he went out, so he handed it to Conan and let him play by himself. He changed into a white coat, mask, plastic gloves and walked into the body storage room.

As soon as I entered the body storage room, the pungent smell of formaldehyde rushed out. In the room, there are four square concrete platforms like a bath. Formalin has become yellowish brown, and underwater bodies are piled up. Although you can't see it, a few hands and backs are exposed on the water, like dead branches around the rock.

Fang Ze's sister also stayed in the middle of the body storage room fully armed at this time. In front of her was a car that moved the body, on which lay a young female corpse.

"Sister fan." Fang Ze shook his hand and signaled that he was coming.

Sister fan nodded, motioned for Fang Ze to come and help her push the body to the next autopsy room.

Fang Ze walked over, grabbed the cart in his hand, looked up at the face of the corpse, and immediately froze for a moment, but said nothing. He followed the elder sister to push the corpse to the anatomy room next door.

In the anatomy room, the pungent smell of formaldehyde disappeared, but it was replaced by the smell of disinfectant, which was equally unpleasant.

A friend of Fangze school once couldn't stand the smell of formalin, so he wisely dripped a few drops of cooling oil on the mask. As a result, while doing the experiment, he wept, causing his tutor to say to everyone since then, "a student he taught himself was scared to cry when he first solved."

The elder sister turned back and closed the door of the body storage room. Then Fang Ze looked at her and asked, "is this the body of teacher Qingya?"

"Well." Sister fan nodded, "otherwise I wouldn't ask you to come and help. Teacher Qingya used to like you as a student."

While taking out all kinds of planing tools with sister fan, Fang Ze asked, "didn't teacher Qingya die of sudden myocardial infarction, not even a last word, who donated her body to the school?"

"Teacher Qingya signed a body donation agreement when he just graduated, but he didn't expect it to take effect so soon."

Teacher Qingya, whose full name is Wei Qingya, is Fang Ze's biochemistry teacher in that year. He is a graduate of our school. After graduation, he entered the school as a teacher, but he only taught Fang Ze for one year when Fang Ze was a freshman. It is said that he went home to have a rest because of his bad heart.

Last week, there was news from the school that teacher Qingya died of myocardial infarction, and everyone was still spontaneously mourning. Unexpectedly, we saw teacher Qingya's body today.

Fang Ze first bowed 90 degrees to teacher Qingya's body, and then quietly talked with sister fan while handling teacher Qingya's body, dissecting and storing various internal organs in formalin bottles.

"I remember that teacher Qingya is married. Her husband actually agreed to donate teacher Qingya's body according to his wishes during his lifetime. It's also great."

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

"No wonder it's so open-minded." Fang Ze carefully took down teacher Qingya's heart and was preparing to put it into a jar of formalin to save it. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

"Sister fan." Fang Ze gently shouted, then pointed to the pericardial cavity of Qingya teacher and said, "how did the blood in this solidify and blacken?"

"Let me see." Sister fan came over and looked at teacher Qingya's pericardial cavity. Sure enough, she also found coagulated and blackened blood.

"It should be that the body was contaminated during the transportation." Sister fan Xuejie said uncertainly.

"Is it possible that teacher Qingya didn't have a heart attack?" Fang Ze looked at fan Xuejie and made a bold assumption.

"You think too much. Didn't you know about teacher Qingya's bad heart when you were a freshman? It's said that teacher Qingya's husband was still angry when holding the sick teacher Qingya to the hospital. He didn't rescue at that time, so he died. If it's other reasons, so many doctors can't find it."

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

If it was normal, maybe Fang Ze would also think that there was an accident or other reason in the process of transporting the body. After all, the coagulation of blackened blood doesn't mean anything, but today's arrival of Conan makes Fang Ze's nerves highly tense.

"Sister fan." Fang Ze asked, "in which hospital did teacher Qingya die?"

"It's the Affiliated Hospital of our school." Sister fan looked at Fang Ze and said, "the former president of the e-sports club, Zhang Zhiyu, is now interning in that hospital."

Fang Ze and fan Xuejie finished handling the body of Qingya teacher. Fan Xuejie originally planned to invite Fang Ze to dinner, but Fang Ze said something, ran out directly, and then found Conan sitting in the hall.

Conan looked at Fang Ze who was walking anxiously, looked up and asked, "brother Fang Ze, what's the matter?"

"Conan, accompany me to the hospital."