BOOK 6–Chapter 1
On the third day after my death, my soul floated in the air.
I watched my own body being pushed into the basement of the medical school laboratory and lifted onto the cold examination table.
At that time, Prof. Bradyn Wright had just calmed down the emotions of young Natalya Rollins and drove back from the hospital.
He took off his black coat and put on a clean white gown.
Behind him, two sophomore students followed.
When his gaze fell upon me lying still on the operating table, Bradyn’s eyes paused for a moment, flickering with darkness.
It was not because he recognized me, but because the death scene of the female corpse was too
gruesome.
After a few seconds of silence, he nodded slightly and said in a low voice, “May the departed rest in
peace, and have a safe journey.”
This was merely a tradition, a way to show respect for the Silent Mentor.
Someone like Bradyn, who has grown accustomed to the constant cycle of life and death, is not
easily shaken by such superficial matters.
The students who came in Afterward were different. They covered their mouths and vomited their
breakfast into the nearby trash can, and couldn’t help but mutter.
“This is too cruel. The skin and flesh have merged with the facial features. What kind of torture did
they suffer before they died?”
“According to my analysis, it should have been dragged by a car!”
“Damn it, that punishment was really terrible.”
“Based on the appearance, the deceased should not have been over thirty years old. How pitiful!”
***
Bradyn had no interest in their conversation and thought, “Is the discussion over? If it’s over, let’s
start learning the new lesson.”
“Prof. Wright, we are coming right away.”
There are three types of Silent Mentors. The first type is preserved as specimens permanently, the second type is used as teaching specimens, and the third type is provided for students to practice dissection and enhance their hands–on experience.
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He said, as he shifted his gaze onto me, “She is the third kind.”
Bradyn put on gloves and skillfully injected preservatives into my veins.
Just as he took hold of my wrist, the man’s body stiffened.
Because he discovered that the dimensions of the deceased’s wrist were extremely similar to mine.
And, there were also numerous needle marks on the back of the hand.
Whether as a business partner or as a boyfriend, no matter how much he despised me, we had been together day and night for three years, so naturally I knew his habits inside out.
In Silent Mentor, there are often cases with very superficial blood vessels. In order to make them better, I often use myself as a practice.
I never imagined in the past that one day I would lie on the operating table, about to be transformed
into the familiar Silent Mentor.
But soon, Bradyn visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
“It wasn’t her.”
Because he had turned over the body of the deceased, he did not see the hideous scar on her back.
On the contrary, it was extremely smooth.
He injected the preservative into my blood vessels and continued with the previous instruction, “After injecting the preservative, the next step is to wait for the body tissues to solidify…”
I silently watched this scene and sighed.
Bradyn, you still didn’t recognize me.
After a one–and–a–half–hour class, Bradyn changed out of his white coat and received a phone call
from Natalya, a little green plum.
“Bradyn, when will you come to the hospital to see me again? I miss you…”
“Annabella just called me on the phone and warned me to stay away from you. She said I had already ruined her father and didn’t want to see me ruin the relationship between you two. So I thought, I’ll meet you for the last time, and then I’ll leave this city.”
She lied. I was already dead. How could I call her?
Moreover, I never warned her about anything.
Clearly, Bradyn took it seriously, or rather, he wholeheartedly believed Natalya’s words.
The man’s handsome face was instantly clouded with a shadow, and he coldly sneered, “She has a
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tof of nerve. The daughter of a rapist, and she has the audacity to blame the victim?”
“I will go to the hospital now, you just stay there and behave yourself, don’t go anywhere!”
I saw a man who usually presented himself with a calm and self–assured image, rarely losing his composure, driving hastily toward the hospital.
On the way, he dialed my phone number.
“Annabella, I advise you to apologize to Natalya as soon as possible, otherwise I’m not sure what I will do to you either.”
“Annabella, you are just as disgusting as your rapist father. He seduced a minor, and you willingly offered yourself, even more shameless than a whore!”
It has been three days already. Have you had enough of causing trouble? Hurry back and apologize to Natalya. Your sins are so deep that they won’t be cleared even in the next lifetime!”
***
Bradyn said a lot, but the response to him was silence.
My silence further fueled his anger. He muttered something under his breath and said, “Don’t even think about coming back,” before hanging up the phone.
Bradyn always thought I was joking. Three nights ago, I left in anger and never came back.
He thought I went outside to play, but in reality, I died.
When Bradyn arrived at the hospital ward, Natalya was already asleep. The sleeping girl clutched the blanket, with tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes.
He looked at the scene, and his unfounded hatred toward me increased a bit.
“Annabella, if it weren’t for you and your rapist father, Natalya would have been very happy.”
“No, it’s not like that… My dad, he didn’t…”
Tears rolled down from my eyes, and I desperately tried to defend myself, but I found that I couldn‘ utter a single word.
Well, when I was alive, I explained it to him so many times and he still didn’t believe me. Besides, he can’t hear me now anyway.
That night, Bradyn stayed overnight at the hospital to take care of Natalya.
