The Final Exam Chapter 2

Bella was a medical student. The condition of the bodies in the mass suicide case three years ago was so terrible that her medical school sent many forensic students to assist with the autopsies.

Bella was one of them.

The gruesome state of those bodies left a deep impression on her.

She didn't believe 48 people would commit suicide simultaneously.

What kind of person could inhumanely toy with the lives of 48 children?

So for three years, she searched through all the information and found that although it was a final exam that day, the exam papers were never seen from beginning to end.

She boldly guessed that I had set some question myself.

But what question could make 48 children commit collective suicide?

Tormented by this question for three years, she finally found me.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she bluffed, I admitted it.

And I was happy to answer her.

"But how is this possible? Those 48 students were wealthy second-generation kids from well-off families, good at socializing, with family and friends.

"Some had already received offers from prestigious universities abroad, and some were even engaged!

"Every one of them had a boundless future, was optimistic, cheerful, and helpful. They couldn't possibly have suicidal thoughts, nor did any of them have a history of mental illness. How could they kill themselves over one question from you?!"

The kitchen timer rang, and I got up to put the seasonings in.

The smell of meat filled the room.

Bella swallowed imperceptibly.

"The meat will be ready soon. Dr. White, try some later. I'm quite good at making this."

Bella looked away from the pot, glanced at the cleaver in my hand, and a hint of defensiveness flashed in her eyes:

"No thanks.

"Let's talk about those kids."

I didn't mind, put the lid back on the pot, sat back down, and casually placed the cleaver on the table:

"Actually, the answer is obvious.

"Dr. White participated in the autopsy back then. Do you remember what the bodies had in common?"

Recalling the past, a trace of compassion flashed across Bella's face:

"They were all tragic... some mutilated themselves beyond recognition, even confusing the senior medical examiners."

Her voice choked up a bit:

"I really can't imagine how these pearls in the palm of their parents' hands could be so cruel to themselves."

Unlike her sadness, I smiled calmly.

Watching the corners of my mouth slowly rise, Bella couldn't take it anymore, slammed the table, and stood up:

"Are you even human!"