Sunday 12 July, 8:00pm.

The underground morgue of Zelong Hospital.

More than a dozen corpses were shipped yesterday and have not yet been autopsied, and most of them are still in good youth, but unfortunately they can no longer open their eyes.

"Ugh."

Du Ziming sighed, the series of car accidents on the Pujiang Bridge caused hundreds of deaths and hundreds of injuries, not at all like the report, only more than 20 casualties.

The nearest morgue was already full, and a group of forensic doctors were dispatched to perform the autopsy.

As the forensic doctor of Zelong Hospital, of course, he was the first to rush to Zelong's morgue, and he was also the last of all his peers to leave at the same time.

It's just that today seems to be a little unusual, Du Ziming changed into his formal clothes, and when he was about to leave, some sounds sounded in his ears.

The sound was very dull, as if something heavy had been thrown out and slammed into the iron door, making a muffled sound.

"Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"

Du Ziming, who was changing clothes in the office, frowned and shouted.

At this point, there are only three or four forensic doctors left who have not left, either they want to work overtime to finish the work at hand, or they are lonely, and they can eat and live in the hospital.

It's like the hospitalization of the emergency department, one stay is a year or two, day and night are reversed, and there is no time to go home at all.

And Lao Zhang is an old man in the morgue, and he has been guarding the morgue for three or four years.

Du Ziming shouted twice, but no one replied at all.

I shouted twice more to the colleagues who were still working, but no one answered.

The heavy knocking stopped abruptly.

For a while, it seemed that he was the only one left in the entire hospital, and it was quiet and weird.

Originally, he didn't feel anything, but after shouting so many people and no one replied, Du Ziming suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Goo." After swallowing a mouthful of spit, Du Ziming hurriedly put on his coat and the briefcase on the desk and was about to go out.

Stepping out of the office, there is a long hallway.

Painted with white walls, because of the light above his head, there was a faint cold light, Du Ziming felt that the entire corridor was a lot colder, which made him shiver when he just walked out of the office door.

He was about to keep walking......

"Knock Knock"

The heavy voice rang out again.

It's close to him.

He could hear it clearly.

Turning his head stiffly, Du Ziming could even see the trembling light gray iron gate, as if something on the other side was trying to break through the iron door and rush out.

Du Ziming was frightened, and his pupils contracted.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't, and his body froze.

Heavy sounds echoed through the white hallways.

Du Ziming looked at the corridor in front of him, and something seemed to be shaking at the end of the corridor, and a sense of fear swept through Du Ziming's body at once, making Du Ziming, who wanted to escape, stop all of a sudden.

Du Ziming took out his mobile phone tremblingly, there was no signal on the mobile phone, the call could not be made, and the message could not be sent.

"What the hell am I afraid of, there must be Lao Zhang or some other colleague behind the door, and the white shadow at the end of the corridor is either my delusion, or there is a colleague in a white coat."

"Yes, because it is unknown, I am afraid, as long as the unknown becomes known, I will definitely not be afraid."

Du Ziming comforted himself forcefully, but if he was given a mirror, he would definitely be able to see his stiff and distorted forced smile.

"It's going to be fine, it's definitely going to be fine."

Du Ziming said loudly, his body gradually stopped trembling, and then looked at the door of the morgue that was knocked behind him.

Du Ziming wanted to open the door behind him, and only by opening the door could the unknown become known.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but the white shadow at the end of the corridor was obviously even more terrifying.

He put his hand on it.

"Click!"

A twist of the wrist.

"Hula", the light gray iron door was slammed open by him.

What came to his face was a strong smell of disinfectant water, mixed with cold air, which made Du Ziming, who was already in a cold sweat, shiver, and his face turned blue because of this cold wind.

The front door was empty, there was nothing. In the innermost part of the morgue, there was nothing but a corpse that had long since lost its life.

Not far away, the ventilated windows were open, blowing in puffs of cold air.

Du Ziming took a long breath, suddenly relaxed, his face rose ruddy, and he smiled: "I'll just say, how can there be something dirty, it turns out that the window is not closed, and the door is blown by the wind." ”

Du Ziming walked in, closed the window, and through the reflection of the window in front of him, Du Ziming saw his face, white and haggard.

After putting on a smile, Du Ziming looked around with his peripheral vision, observing the situation in the morgue with the reflection of the window.

There was nothing behind him, and there was no imaginary corpse.

Du Ziming breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left, just about to close the door.

"Let's go."

A miserable white hand stopped the iron door.

The bloated arm looks like it has been swollen with blisters.

A chill rushed from the back of his spine to the back of his head, and Du Ziming looked inside the door with horror.

In the darkness, a pair of resentful eyes looked at him directly.

"Ahh

Du Ziming fell to the ground in fright, turned around and was about to run.

The stagnant water gushed out, and a pale arm grabbed Du Ziming and dragged him into the morgue, and the light gray door slammed shut.

……

Sunday 12 July, 8:40 a.m.

By the time Jiang Ye came back to his senses, he had already appeared at the back of the bus stop.

The four days in the plot book passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Ye was still a little uncomfortable.

The ghost baby was lying on Jiang Ye's neck, looking at the new world with a pair of big red eyes, but the small hand was still firmly grasping Jiang Ye's hair.

"Wow."

Jiang Ye couldn't stop spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground, and his face was pale.

Although most of the wounds on the surface of the body have been recovered due to the super recovery ability, the most serious ones are internal injuries.

There was a lot of internal bleeding, which aggravated the internal injuries in the body, and the body was greatly reduced by changing back to a human state.

Jiang Ye's ability to move freely is entirely due to his 24-point physical attribute.

Jiang Ye strangled the idea of going to the hospital for the first time, he didn't know if his body would change when he lost consciousness, just in case, Jiang Ye didn't want to go to the hospital to treat his body.

This super resilience alone doesn't make sense.

The end result was mostly a case in his name, and then he was protected from his liberty and cooperated with the examination and some experimentation.

Of course, as long as he doesn't die, he will definitely not have any worries about his life.

It's a given.

Because an outlier who has reason, can communicate, and is willing to cooperate is different from cold body tissue.

[If more than 60% of the damaged part of the body function is detected, whether the life span is consumed for repair.] 】

The electronic remix sounded in Jiang Ye's mind.

Jiang Ye was suddenly surprised that he could still consume his life to repair the injuries in his body.

At that time, he didn't seem to have such a prompt when he was fighting, and even if he was injured, he stood up on his own.

"Can you repair your body?"

[More than 60% of body damage will be asked, and more than 80% will be automatically repaired]

[Does it consume life to repair the body?] 】

Open your own panel, life remaining: 54 days.

Jiang Ye's lifespan was shortened by 4 days.

On the first day he entered the story mission, he ate a white ghost shadow and added 9 days of life, and consumed 4 days of life in the story mission.

Originally, Jiang Ye thought that his time flow was slow, and his life span would be consumed very slowly.

Then Jiang Ye will be able to stay in the plot book for a long time with a very small lifespan, and if he 'cards' in a cycle, he may be able to achieve a large life jump.

Unexpectedly, the number of days spent in the plot mission was also counted in his lifespan, which really made Jiang Ye a little regretful.