死于谎言

一点，当钟楼的钟声传来时，在那个空荡的实验室里点一盏台灯，然后把一支笔往身后扔……听见笔落的声音了吗？……我不喜欢当医生，虽然救死扶伤很神圣，虽然在医生的手中可以挽救许多生命，但我们必须更多地面对死亡，死亡——太残酷，我不喜欢！不过，最终我还是屈服在父母的目光之下。
二十年来，我已经渐渐习惯了这样的让步，我走进了那所医。
我在半年内迅速习惯了死亡的气息，它已经在我的眼中变得麻木。
老师让我们不厌其烦地研究着人体的每一个器官，那些曾经有生命停留过的物质在我们的眼中已经变得和一本书、一支笔一样寻常。
每当我向高中的同学谈及此时，她们总是用一种不可思议般的目光看着我……医学生的学习就是这样。
我在的实验楼里认识了阿玲，她已经大四了，为了考研，她每天在实验室里呆的时间比在寝室还长。
因为她的率直，我们一直都比较谈得来。
有时我很佩服她的胆量，因为至少我还不敢一个人在实验楼里读书读到深夜。
她从不相信关于魂灵、鬼怪的任何传说，对那些爱尖叫的女生也十分不屑，就她的话说：“医学生不该疑神疑鬼的。
”我只是想开个玩笑，真的，仅仅是玩笑，所以我编了个谎言：“凌晨一点，当钟楼的钟声穿来时，在那个空荡的实验室里点一盏台灯，然后把一支笔往身后扔……如果没有笔落地的声音，那么转身看看有什么站在你的身后……”阿玲笑着骂我是个无聊的小丫头，然后就匆匆走进那幢灰色的大楼……第二天。
她死了，在那间魅惑的实验室里。
验尸报告上写着：死于突发性心脏病……我的心突然悬悬的。
三年后。
我也开始准备考研，我在实验室里呆的时间也越来越长，我也不再相信任何关于魂灵或鬼怪的传说，我已经淡忘了关于阿玲的一切记忆……四年来，“死亡”这个词在我的脑海里已经模糊，它只是一个概念或一些指数——“脑死亡超过6秒将成为永不可逆性的死亡……”夜晚。
也许夜已经很深了吧，几点对我来说已经不重要了，太多的资料和概念堆满我的脑袋。
风吹着实验室的窗子吱吱地响，可这一切都不在我的注意范围内。
远处的钟楼传来一声低沉的钟声“当——”。
低沉的钟声，仿佛黑暗最深处的震撼……我揉揉酸涩的眼睛——那一声钟声像一道闪电，撕破记忆的天幕，我想起三年前自己编过的那个谎言，还有……阿玲！手里的笔突然变得格外显眼，它仿佛带着一股不安的躁动，带着灰色的魅惑的情绪，带着我的一颗心……我一动不动地盯着它，突然，自己的手仿佛失去大脑的控制，在黑暗中在昏黄的灯光下，划出一道弧线——笔已经扔向身后……心跳，一下、两下……夜依然是静悄悄的！骨髓深处已经有一股凉意在翻腾……不可能！我又拿起另一支笔，往身后扔去……没有，没有预期的声响！骨髓深处一种叫恐惧的东西向身体的每一个毛孔扩张……我转过身……后面是拿笔的阿玲……

Introduce:Before dawn a bit, when the ding of belfry is transmitted, a desk lamp is nodded in that lab that swings for nothing, throw a pen toward back next.
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heard a falling voice? .
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I do not like to become a doctor, although heal the wounded and rescue the dying is very divine, although a lot of life can be saved in the doctor's hand, but we must face death morely, die -- too brutal, I do not like! Nevertheless, final I still succumb under the look in parents.
Come 20 years, I had been used to such concession gradually, I walked into that college of medicine.
I was used to dead breath quickly inside half an year, it has become in my eye coma.
The teacher lets our not tire of each organ that its are studying human body irritatedly, those material that once life has stayed had become in our eye and an a book, drawing is same common.
Every time my classmate refer to high school right now, they always use a kind mysterious the look like looks at me.
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the study of medic is such.
I knew A Ling in the experimental building of the school, she is already big 4, grind to take an examination of, the time that she stays in the lab everyday is longer than be being returned in the dormitory.
Because of her straightforward, we get along well quite all the time.
Sometimes I very the courage that admires her, because at least I am returned not dare a person reads in experimental building read a late night.
She never believes any fokelore about soul, phantom, the schoolgirl that screams to those love also very distain, say with respect to her word: "Medic ought not to of extremely suspicious.
" I just think a fun, true, it is fun merely, so I wrote a fable: "Before dawn a bit, wear when the ding of belfry when coming, a desk lamp is nodded in that lab that swings for nothing, throw a pen toward back next.
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if do not have the sound of pen be born, so face about sees the back that what stands in you.
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" move of A Ling laugh scolds me is a stupid little girl, the building that walks into that gray hurriedly next.
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the following day.
She died, in the lab of be puzzled of that evil spirit.
Writing on autopsy report: Die at paroxysmal heart disease.
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my heart is hanged suddenly dangerous.
After 3 years.
I also begin preparative take an examination ofing to grind, my slow-witted in the lab time is longer and longer also, I also believe any fokelore about soul or phantom no longer, I had forgotten all memory about A Ling.
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come 4 years, "Die " this statement is already vague in my brain, it is only a concept or a few indexes -- " cerebral death exceeds 6 seconds to will become the death that always cannot go against a gender.
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" night.
Perhaps night already very deep, a few pairs for me already not important, too much data and notional stack my head.
Wind is blowing the ground of window Zhi Zhi of the lab to ring11613