Life is too short for a long story. Why not sit down and enjoy a short tale?It happened when I was about eighteen or nineteen years old. I was studying at the University, and being coached in anatomy by my old friend Solling.One day, both arms of his skeleton were gone, and... the arms of all the skeletons in the dorms were gone. What should they do? Steal some arms in the cemetery?时间太少，小说太长，不如读一篇短故事。
学习解剖的学生从墓地中取走了一个尸体的胳臂，自此灵魂负重，开始了长长的梦魇......