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May 2004, a small southern town.

The rainy season has lasted for two weeks. The whole city seems to be held up by clouds, and there are signs of rain even indoors.

At six o'clock in the morning, Shen Xing opened his eyes on time.

A piece of wall covering in the corner of the ceiling rolled up due to moisture, exposing the gray-black cement underneath, like a piece of cracked skin.

He stared at the wall for three seconds. After his thinking ability gradually recovered, he lifted the quilt and got up.

Wash, shave, and boil water. After a while, the crackle of the gas stove ignited in the kitchen.

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Shen Xing knocked two eggs into the pan. The egg whites quickly solidified and bubbled, and the edges were charred.

He skillfully sprinkled black pepper on it, turned off the heat, and took it out of the pot. His movements were as precise as surgery.

He took the two simple sandwiches out of the kitchen and placed them on the dining table. After placing a five-yuan note next to the opposite sandwich, he began to enjoy his own.

About ten minutes later, the door to the second bedroom opened and sister Shen Yuan came out.

Shen Xing looked in the direction of his sister.

She was wearing a one-size-larger blue and white school uniform, her hair was a little messy, she was holding a brand-name MP3 player in her hand, and the headphone cord was randomly wrapped around her wrist. She exuded a sense of indifference that did not belong to the age of a sophomore in junior high school. She glanced at Shen Xing lightly, and withdrew her gaze before meeting each other.

There is slight blue and black under the eyes, barbs on the edges of the nails, lack of sleep, and a long-term state of anxiety and stress. This required vitamin B supplementation, but he knew that if he suggested it now, Shen Yuan would just throw the bowl into the sink.

"Breakfast." Shen Xing pushed the sandwich on the plate over.

Shen Yuan didn't look at him or the sandwich on the plate. He walked straight to the dining table, grabbed the five dollars, and walked directly to the door. After putting on his shoes and carrying his bag, he slammed the door and left.

Neither can a sandwich.

After Shen Xing jotted this down casually, he put the sandwich on the opposite plate into a lunch box and prepared it as his own lunch.

Shen Xing didn't care about this somewhat hostile, deliberate alienation and indifference.

Since the parents’ mourning hall was removed, the family has lost the function of communication.

In Shen Yuan's eyes, the person sitting across from him was not his brother, but an unrelated stranger who took away all the care when his parents were alive and took away all the inheritance after their parents died.

She didn't have a fierce quarrel with him, she just ignored him.

Shen Xing stood up and slowly put away the dishes, the foam of the dishwashing liquid swirled and disappeared in the water.

He wiped his hands, adjusted his collar, pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the figure reflected in the silver stainless steel steamer.

The person in the mirror reflection is pale, gentle, and harmless, just like most office workers in the world who earn dead wages.

……

Yucai Middle School is located on the edge of the old city, and the journey to the school takes about twenty minutes.

Shen Xing rode a second-hand off-brand bicycle through the congested traffic in the morning rush hour.

In 2004, construction was going on everywhere in the city. Rusty steel bars and red bricks were piled on the roadside. The air was mixed with dust, car exhaust and the fishy smell of sewers.

He locked the car in the carport, carried his lunch box and walked to the infirmary in the corner of the teaching building.

It is school time now, and students in school uniforms squeeze in like sardines. No one pays attention to this young man who has not yet put on his white coat. It is estimated that more than 95% of the students in the school will not see him as the school doctor until they graduate.

"Good morning, Dr. Shen." Lao Wang, the dean of students, stood at the door of the administration building, still holding the paint-peeling thermos cup in his hand.

"Good morning, Teacher Wang." Shen Xing stopped, twitching the corners of his mouth and showing a standard smile, "Is the rheumatism better?"

"As usual, the weather is so bad." Lao Wang waved his hand, not intending to talk more.

Shen Xing nodded in greeting and passed by.

That smile was his practiced social mask, and it worked well most of the time.

Pushing open the wooden door of the infirmary, a strong smell of 84 disinfectant water hit his face. Shen Xing took a deep breath.

This is his favorite smell. Only this highly corrosive smell can cover up the unpleasant "living human smell" in the world.

Shen Xing sat on his desk and looked at the painting hanging on the opposite wall. It was Rembrandt's "The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Dulp", which showed a group of gentlemen in black suits gathered in front of the operating table, watching the doctor use hemostats to lift the muscles of the corpse's left arm.

This is Shen Xing’s favorite painting that he hung up. Of course, it is definitely not the original from 1632. It is just a low-quality print mounted in a dark brown cheap wooden frame.

This is the most "reasonable" bloody picture that can be hung within the scope of the school.

For Shen Xing, this painting is more like a dinner party picture than a rigorous and exploratory spirit. He likes to look at the texture of those muscles and tendons being stripped away, just like how Christians see "The Last Supper".

The days of being a school nurse are as boring as ever.

A few people want to go home with stomach aches because they haven’t done their homework, a few people have injured their fingers or legs playing basketball, and a few people come to get hot water because of dysmenorrhea - these are probably the people and things you may encounter in a day.

Since the death of his parents, he quit his job as a forensic doctor in a first-tier city and returned to this small town. After taking care of his parents' funeral, he found a job as a school nurse at his sister's school to kill time while taking care of his sister.

Shen Xing was adopted. He has no memory of how he was abandoned. For him, there is no difference between his adoptive parents and his biological parents.

The old detective's father noticed the abnormality in Shen Xing's emotions when Shen Xing was five years old.

Shen Xing has not had much empathy since he was a child - he doesn't understand why tearing open a cat's belly to see what's inside would make his sister-in-law break down and cry, nor why squeezing a sparrow to death would make his mother look that scared. To him, he just prefers the feeling of seeing blood flowing out.

Fortunately, his father did not give up on him, but educated Shen Xing wholeheartedly, giving him other ways to vent his emotions, and also made him an excellent forensic doctor, so that he would not go down the "wrong path."

So, Shen Xinghui follows his father's last wish - "take good care of my sister" - as a creed, and the future means nothing to him.

It's just that not being able to see the grotesque corpses and bloody scenes in big cities did make Shen Xing feel a little empty and boring.

However...after becoming a forensic doctor, there were indeed some things that Shen Xing hid about his adoptive father.

He placed his gaze on the back of his left hand, where there was a large, faint, irregular white mark.

This is not a scratch or a burn. Although Shen Xing's brain and thinking are a little different from ordinary people, he has no interest in changing his knife - a white mouse, a finger, and an eyeball once survived on this wound.

Yes, survive.

Even if their blood types and species were inconsistent, they did not cause any rejection reaction in Shen Xing after they were "grafted" into Shen Xing's hands. They were still able to survive and act according to Shen Xing's thoughts.

But no matter what is sewn to Shen Xing's body, it will quickly lose activity within a few hours, and it will slowly fester into a ball of rotten flesh from the original arm-like fingers.

At first, it was just out of curiosity that a small piece of skin from a beautiful corpse was transplanted to himself. Shen Xing did not expect that it would develop into what it was later.

One of Shen Xing's reasons for returning to this small town was to study what was wrong with his body in an unsupervised place.

He can treat himself as a guinea pig, but he cannot accept being someone else's guinea pig.

Shen Xing slowly moved his eyes away from the back of his hands and continued to look at the table.

The light outside the window turned from pale to dim, and then gradually became stained with a layer of bloody orange.

After the school bell rang, the campus began to become noisy. A large number of students who came to school with Sima faces ran out of the school gates happily and laughed.

At five forty-five, Shen Xing glanced at the mechanical watch on his left hand.

He inserted the sign, closed the anatomy book in his hand, rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and prepared to get off work.

But before leaving get off work, he still needed to get tools to mop the floor. He had been enduring the footprints left by students for a long time.

This job with a monthly salary of 1,200 yuan and no staff did not require him to do this. It was just that Shen Xing couldn't bear the pollution of the office environment.

When Shen Xing mopped the floor clean, he inserted the mop back into the mop bucket containing dirty water, poured the water out of the bucket, and when he came back and picked up the bag containing his lunch box, he glanced at the paintings on the wall.

This is a small habit, just like saying goodbye to a friend, but...

Are the eyes of the corpse in the painting originally open?

In the cheap frame and the slightly distorted inferior print, the gentlemen are still surrounding the corpse, and Dr. Dulp is still using the hemostat to lift the muscles as usual.

It’s just that the corpse in the painting, whose eyes should have been closed, now has his eyes open, looking at Shen Xing with empty eyes.

Oh?