Without waiting for Luo Yingbai to respond, he continued: “Because he died so cleanly, with absolutely no clues, it was determined to be an accidental death due to a hidden illness, and the case was closed.”
Huang Weihua was an orphan with no other family. He had signed a body donation form before his death, so after the case was closed, his body was sent to the hospital for autopsy. And then, something strange happened—after opening his chest, Huang Weihua’s heart was still beating!”
Luo Yingbai was stunned.
Fang Wei said, “Imagine that scene: the body is almost completely dissected, and when they open the chest, they see a bright red heart still thumping inside. Several people in their class fainted on the spot!”
This was indeed an unheard-of strange event. Although Luo Yingbai was not scared, he found it extremely bizarre. “Wait a minute, if there was a heartbeat, wouldn’t the doctor performing the autopsy have felt it? Then… how could they proceed?”
Fang Wei paused: “But at the time, the corpse had been examined by forensic experts and had been soaking in formaldehyde for several days. Huang Weihua was definitely dead. As for the heartbeat, maybe it started after the chest was opened? Otherwise, it would be hard to explain.”
Luo Yingbai was silent for a moment, then asked, “Did he do anything unusual before the incident?”
Fang Wei thought and said, “I don’t know about other things, but he had posted on his friend circle that he kept having nightmares.”
After saying this, he added, “Some things are better not thought about too deeply.”
Fortunately, no more people had incidents afterward. Just be careful and don’t wander around at night.”
Luo Yingbai’s phone rang. He opened Weibo, and a line of red text in the comments section read: Cowardly Package: @White Brother Fortune Telling Wow, is there really a ghost in this teaching building? Why can’t I find a way out on the third floor? These walls! These windows! How have they all turned into something else?!
The person who tagged Luo Yingbai this time was someone he knew, an undergraduate junior from the 78th Chinese Language Class, He Cheng.
