Chapter 8 Peace Medical School 6
Having never looked at it carefully, Xia Bai didn't know what Song Mingliang's eyes usually looked like.
His intuition told him otherwise. Maybe those eyes were dark and gloomy, but they wouldn't be so crazy, wouldn't be smiling silently like that, showing all the teeth.
What made him feel that Song Mingliang was abnormal the most was the hand on his calf. It was cold and sticky, not the temperature that a normal person should have.
Xia Bai closed his eyes again and did not move.
I don't know what time it is now, but there is no sound in the whole dormitory except breathing. Judging from the breathing, the other two people who didn't sleep all night last night are asleep, and they are sleeping soundly.
The hand on the calf slid down, a cool air rushed in, and the quilt on Xia Bai's body was lifted.
There was a rustling sound, and Xia Bai felt Song Mingliang crawl into his quilt and crawl forward in it. It was more like wriggling than crawling.
When he reached the middle of the climb, he stopped.
Xia Bai felt a chill on his waist, and Song Mingliang stretched out his hand towards his waist.
He rolled over with the quilt rolled up, and the quilt slipped off Song Mingliang. Xia Bai lay on his side motionless, with his eyes slightly lowered to keep his breathing steady. He could feel Song Mingliang hunched over beside him, perhaps staring at him.
The cool, fishy breath was right beside Xia Bai's ear, brushing away the fine hair on his cheek.
I don’t know how long it took, but Song Mingliang finally went down.
Xia Bai still didn't move, his eyes fixed on the ladder at the end of the bed.
Five minutes later, a head slowly emerged.
Song Mingliang has a lot of hair. His hair is black, thick, fluffy and slightly long. When it stands out like this, he looks like a black ball. But the light in his eyes is particularly bright. Half-hidden in his thick bangs, he emits a faint light as he silently spys on his prey in the middle of the night.
The person on the bed moved incorrectly, turning sideways to face the wall with his back to everything in the dormitory.
The head sank again.
Only after Xia Bai felt that Song Mingliang had really gone down did he change from lying sideways to lying flat, still with his eyes slightly lowered, only glancing at the dormitory with his peripheral vision.
Song Mingliang went to the opposite side.
He put his hands on the railing of Wen Dong's bed and stared at Wen Dong's head.
Xia Bai couldn't see below and didn't know whether he was standing in the air or standing on a chair. He could only see his dark back pressed against Wen Dong's bed.
He blinked and when he looked again after a while, Song Mingliang had already reached Meng Tianyou's bed.
Perhaps in order to facilitate quick movement, Meng Tianyou did not take off his shoes when he slept, with his feet hanging at the entrance of the stairs.
Song Mingliang stood on the ladder, staring at Meng Tianyou's shoes, very close, looking very attentively and excitedly, as if he could see inside the shoes through the loose shoe openings and loose shoelaces, and there seemed to be something inside that attracted him.
Maybe because he was too close, Meng Tianyou felt something in his sleep and moved his feet.
Only then did Song Mingliang withdrew his prying gaze inside, and just like he did on Xia Bai's bed, he slowly climbed onto Meng Tianyou's bed, half lying on Meng Tianyou, moving forward little by little, and lifted a corner of the thin quilt on Meng Tianyou, making a hole.
He bent his body and put his head in the hole to look inside.
In the darkness, the black figure trembled for some reason and reached its hand into the hole.
“Ahem!”
The person in bed number one started coughing, perhaps because he had caught a cold.
The cough did not wake up the person who had not slept the whole night, but it stopped the dark shadow lying on bed number four.
The shadow stopped moving and turned to look at the person in bed number one. The dormitory was dark, and the only light came from two eyes, like cat eyes that had borrowed a little light in the dark night, bright and abrupt.
Song Mingliang did not move any further and returned to his bed quietly.
For the rest of the night, as long as Xia Bai opened his eyes slightly, he could always see two beams of faint light shining through the gap under the quilt of bed number three.
The next morning, when Lin Xiang came to find Xia Bai to have breakfast together, he looked at him in surprise: "Xia Bai, you didn't sleep well last night, did you?"
According to his understanding of Xia Bai, there are two things that are unchangeable for him: eating and sleeping, and nothing can affect them.
The other three people in the dormitory were all there, and Song Mingliang sat on the chair behind Xia Bai. Xia Bai coughed twice and said, "I seem to have caught a cold. Not only am I coughing, I also have diarrhea. I want to go to the bathroom."
Lin Xiang saw that the door of the restroom was closed, and it seemed that Meng Tianyou was inside. He said, "There is a restroom in the restaurant. Can I go with you first?"
Xia Bai nodded, "It's a bit urgent."
Lin Xiang greeted the three people and said, "Let's go to the restaurant first. See you there."
The two walked to the door and saw Hua Haoming coming. Lin Xiang said to him, "Brother, Xia Bai has diarrhea. I'll take him to the restroom in the restaurant first."
Hua Haoming glanced at Xia Bai and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to go to the restaurant when you have diarrhea? There might be a queue for the restroom in the restaurant. There's no one in our dormitory right now. Let's go to our dormitory."
Lin Xiang: “Huh? Right!”
The two of them brought Xia Bai to Room 304 on the same floor.
As soon as he entered the dormitory, Hua Haoming asked directly: "Tell me, what's going on?"
Lin Xiang: “Ah?”
Xia Bai didn't ask Hua Haoming how he figured it out. Since time was short, he just told the two of them what happened last night.
Lin Xiang frowned, "Song Mingliang is still affected, but what happened to him?"
The two of them couldn't give him an answer now, so he started to think about it. "Yesterday, Wen Dong talked about the problem of the supply of cadavers in the medical school, and said that the school might have produced so many cadavers. Song Mingliang also said that nothing happened to him, but he became like this... I know! Could it be like this?"
Hua Haoming cooperated and asked, "What?"
Lin Xiang said excitedly: "There is a source of contamination in the morgue. It may be researched by a professor at some time. This kind of thing will slowly turn people who come into contact with it from living people into ghost corpses, and become cadavers on the test bench. It is even possible that they are still conscious when they are dissected! So Song Mingliang personally thinks that nothing has happened, but in fact it has been contaminated and is about to turn into ghost corpses!"
His imagination has always been good.
Seeing that the two did not agree with his idea, Lin Xiang added: "It may not be the source of pollution. The ghosts they are talking about are just cursed ghosts. The cursed people will become neither human nor ghost."
"No." Hua Haoming interrupted his self-improvement, "You are fundamentally wrong. You have forgotten the most crucial thing Dai Liangyuan said."
Lin Xiang: “What?”
Xia Bai: "Many people who have been to the morgue have gone crazy and tortured themselves to death."
Lin Xiang was stunned for a moment. Yes, the man was crazy and tortured himself to death.
"But Song Mingliang doesn't look like he wants to torture himself, but rather others."
Just imagining him climbing onto each roommate's bed late at night like that made Lin Xiang feel uneasy.
Hua Haoming: "Maybe last night was just the beginning, it will get worse and worse."
Xia Bai: "Do you want to tell others?"
Hua Haoming thought about it and said, "Not for now. I'll decide based on the situation before going to bed."
"Yes, yes, yes." Lin Xiang said, "There is another possibility, that is, there is indeed a ghost in the morgue. After Song Mingliang entered the morgue, he was possessed by a ghost. The ghost was in his body and influenced him, occupying his body. This can also explain why some students went crazy and tortured themselves to death."
That makes sense.
Lin Xiang: "If that's the case, the ghost is in Song Mingliang's body right now. If Xia Bai tells other people about it, it will be bad if the ghost sees it."
Lin Xiang wanted to say something, but Hua Haoming suddenly covered his mouth.
Xia Bai turned around and looked in the direction Hua Haoming was looking with Lin Xiang.
The dormitories of this medical school are much more dilapidated than the real Heping Hospital dormitories. The doors seem to have shrunk and cannot be closed tightly, with a small part exposed underneath. The gaps in the doors are also very obvious.
At this moment, a shadow appeared under the door.
Someone is standing outside the door.
I moved my sight towards the crack in the door and was caught off guard by an eye.
No one knew when the eye had appeared. It was now sticking closely to the crack in the door. It was narrow and dark, and it was staring intently at the inside of the door. Its eyes were dim and full of obvious emotions.
The chill ran from the soles of his feet to his heart, and Lin Xiang suddenly got goose bumps.
The three of them stood stiffly for several seconds. Hua Haoming walked to the door, stopped for a few seconds, and then opened it.
Song Qiang stopped his hand mid-knock on the door. He saw the three people holding up their thermoses and smiling enthusiastically, "I just heard that classmate Xia Bai caught a cold and had diarrhea. I went to the dormitory manager to ask for a cup of hot water."
Standing next to him was Song Mingliang. As always, when he was next to Song Qiang, he lowered his head slightly, with his bangs covering his eyes.
Xia Bai thanked him, took the thermos cup and started drinking from it in small sips.
Lin Xiang stood in front of Xia Bai, his eyes fixed on Xia Bai, not looking towards Song Mingliang at all.
Song Qiang didn't realize there was anything wrong and said, "Shall we go to the restaurant for breakfast?"
Hua Haoming nodded, "Let's go, we'll be late if we're any later."
The five of them walked towards the restaurant together. On the way, Song Qiang said, "It was Song Mingliang who told me that Xia Bai had a stomachache. Even though he doesn't like to talk, he still cares about his classmates. Oh, he also prepared the hot water."
"Really, Song Mingliang? You care about Xia Bai a lot, so why are you silent now?"
Song Qiang pulled Song Mingliang, but Song Mingliang remained silent as before, which made Song Qiang so angry that he slapped him again.
They had heard Song Qiang hit Song Mingliang on the head before, but this was the first time. The three of them felt that the slap was too loud and made them shiver.
Song Mingliang looked up at Song Qiang, his eyes behind his bangs flashing with a faint light.
"Say something? What are you looking at me for?" Song Qiang scolded him loudly.
Lin Xiang put his hand on Xia Bai's arm and walked faster. "Well, hurry up. If we don't go eat quickly, we'll be late for class."
A distance that usually takes three minutes to walk now takes less than two minutes.
Lin Xiang found a seat near the window, not giving Song Qiang and his son the chance to get close. Even so, when they were eating, they always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching them, not sure if it was a psychological effect.
This feeling continued into class.
Song Mingliang sat diagonally behind them just like in the last class. They felt uneasy as if they were being watched, but they didn't even look back.
If they can't go see Song Mingliang, they can go see another one.
Dai Liangyuan, who went with Song Mingliang to prepare for teaching yesterday, sat in front of them on the left, by the window.
He did not spy on the people around him like Song Mingliang did. He sat there quietly, looking at the textbook with his head slightly lowered, biting his fingers unconsciously, and looked normal.
Xia Bai retracted his gaze and looked at the teacher on the podium.
About ten minutes later, he suddenly sniffed and looked at Dai Liangyuan again. Dai Liangyuan still maintained the same sitting posture, without any change in his movements, but Xia Bai saw a small stream of blood flowing into his sleeve from the finger he bit.
If you look closely, you can see that his cheeks are slightly bulging. After two minutes, he loosened his fingers, took his hands out of his mouth and let them drop to his sides.
Xia Bai saw that a piece of his finger was missing.
All the flesh above the nail was gone, revealing a white finger bone that was soon covered in blood.
The sun was shining brightly in the classroom. In class, the teacher was still reading out the contents of the textbook verbatim. The students seemed not to notice the abnormality of the two students, including themselves, who were not concentrating on listening to the class casually.
The breathing around him was heavy. Xia Bai saw Lin Xiang biting the bent bone of his index finger to hold his breathing back.
The two looked at each other, and like everyone else, stopped looking around and listened to the class as if they knew nothing.
The author has something to say:
Xia Bai rolled up the quilt very manly: Except for the old top, my waist will not be touched by anyone who is still energetic.
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