The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 487 Pine Nut Pavilion ([-])

The medical school at night is full of laughter and gloom. I think the only place in the world that can have these two different emotions at the same time is the medical school.

Because laughter is the essence of youth and gloom is synonymous with horror, and nowhere are ghost stories more poignant than medical school ones.

If Saturday is the quietest time in medical school, Sunday is the best time in medical school.

Because there is class on Monday, and on Sunday, those who come back home after having fun outside, those who return to school after having fun outside, and those who have nothing to do after washing clothes and cleaning the dormitory, will panic at this time.

And the Songzi Pavilion at the medical school at [-]:[-] p.m. is the best place for everyone.

Me and Daxiong, Yun Yun, Tong Nan, Su Qiong...

Damn, there are so many people, including my former roommates and classmates, a total of more than a dozen people rushed to Songzi Pavilion in advance, one is to reserve a seat early, and the other is to make preparations in advance.

Songzi Pavilion can be said to be a relatively large leisure resort in the Affiliated Medical College of Nanjing University. Of course, you may think it is just a small pavilion based on the name.

In fact, the place is connected by four or five pavilions.

The antique pavilions, small stone bridges, and the sound of flowing water under the bridge are really good.

It is quite suitable for those sentimental and elegant men and women to be sour here.

But for me, there is not so much emotional release, both me and Nobita are in a state of extreme vigilance, because both of us have been hit by some shit ghost.

Although the little girl Yun Yun said that she could suppress it temporarily, the problem is that this little girl's suppression method is a bit special, and she can only do it when she has an attack, and she uses her little devil to help, which made me and Daxiong think of a We didn't even dare to think about the possibility, what if the two of us got sick at the same time?

I'm going!This is not just a joke, things in this world are often good or bad, and I am often the unluckiest one, and whatever the outcome is the worst, I will often bump into the outcome.

But there is a need to deal with this matter now, whether it is about Su Qiong or the haunting of the old house, it has to be dealt with.

In fact, I have my own ideas in my heart. These two things can be delayed, mainly because I don’t like that Ji Minhao, and I want to beat him when I see his fair face that is almost like Ji Minde. According to Su Qiong, Ji Minhao pesters her every day. I don't want to have anything to do with Su Qiong, but simply want to deal with Ji Minhao.

Another reason is that if Ji Minhao and Ji Minde are the same, dissecting a living person if there is nothing to do, Su Qiong may be murdered one day.

It’s fine if I don’t know about it, but if I know what I say, I have to prevent it in advance, let’s not talk about what a beautiful thing it is to spoil a beautiful girl in the Mood for Love, just talk about this kind of thing, that in itself It's the anger of the sky and the people's grievances. I didn't prevent it in advance. If that kind of thing really happened, I felt that I had committed a crime.

Eight or nine of us bought a lot of snacks and arrived at the Songzi Pavilion in advance. In order not to attract attention, a few people occupied a pavilion, and they started talking nonsense, while I looked around for hidden places to stick spells.

This pavilion is an octagonal pavilion, and the bottom is naturally shaped like a gossip, so it can be used.

My side is busy doing hard work, Daxiong's side is like his uncle's field mouse, running around!

"Hi, beauty, how are you? Let's get to know each other."

"Hey, beauty, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Hey, do you like ghost stories? I can tell ghost stories."

This guy goes up to say hello when he sees a woman, and rolls his eyes when he sees a man. There are so many people coming and going, he doesn't care if they come in pairs or alone, he always goes up to strike up a conversation anyway.

If I hadn't been familiar with his virtues, I would really think that this kid is sick.

Just like that, a lot of boys wanted to beat him up.

I said to Xu Yixin, who was giggling with a bag of snacks, "You don't care? It's just such a virtue, isn't it embarrassing?"

Xu Yixin smiled faintly: "Just get used to it, he is superficial, but he is actually very timid."

After hearing Xu Yixin's words, why do I feel like she is scolding me?What do you mean?He, Daxiong, has a flamboyant surface and hooks up with girls everywhere. You, Ou Ning, are shy on the surface and slutty on the inside?

I'm going!No, this is not in line with my gentleman's magnanimous style!

Wouldn't it be the same to justify something for myself if I said it, if I didn't say it, I would feel aggrieved!
I found myself holding back half the words in my stomach, saying no, no saying no.

His uncle's uncle!

well!I can only let out a long sigh, and continue to do my hard and tiring job of sticking symbols.

Daxiong turned around, shook his head and sighed and ran back: "Oh, it's boring, they all don't recognize real saints, handsome guys like Xiongye, all of them don't throw themselves into their arms, and want their buddies to chase after them ? I really don’t know.”

I sneered: "Master Xiong, do you want me to spit all over your face?"

Nobita chuckled, lay down beside Xu Yixin, and said in a rather moody manner: "Oh, beautiful scenery on a good day, accompanied by a beautiful woman, this wonderful and short-lived feeling, is it happiness?"

A group of people suddenly turned over and lay on the railing, vomiting.

As time got later and later, the moon rose into the sky, and more and more people gathered in the small pavilions of Songzi Pavilion.

I originally thought that just a few of us could occupy a small pavilion, but I didn’t expect more and more people to pour into each pavilion, no matter which grade, which department or class, anyway, we are all young people. You will be able to blend in quickly, and you can always find a common topic in each sentence.

I forgot to take a look at the people in these small pavilions, and probably counted them, at least one or two hundred people.

And looking at it like this, there are also many people gathered on the stone path leading to these pavilions. Maybe these three or 200 people are nothing for a campus as big as the medical school, but they are crowded between these pavilions. It was a bit crowded in the middle, but fortunately, the people behind saw the crowd and dispersed one after another.

The students huddled together were laughing and laughing, and it seemed that they had long been used to this alternative way of gathering.

Soon, I don't know who started to tell the story, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding and stopped talking, and began to listen to the story quietly.

This scene reminded me of the ghost story telling in the dormitory when I was in high school, and I couldn't help but miss the old time.

A ghost story can actually attract the audience in this small pavilion three floors in and out. It seems that people's curiosity about the unknown will never disappear, even though this ghost story is so full of loopholes in my opinion.

(End of this chapter)