As the night deepened, the patrolling security guards in the hospital swept through the dark grass with flashlights in their hands, and walked over with neat steps.

After the team of security guards walked away, there was a sudden tremor in the dense bushes and grass, and a head suddenly came out of it, looked left and right, and found that there was no one.

At intervals on the road, there was a lamp, and no matter how careful the man was, he would always be accidentally exposed to the light, so that it was clearly visible to the beggar with an unkempt face, tattered clothes, and clothes of unknown color.

He looked all the way, sneakily clinging to the shadowy place on the side of the road, kept moving forward, and came to an independent building in the northeast corner very skillfully.

The building was only three stories high, boxy, and there was no sign outside, except for a light at the door, illuminating the two opposite gates, which were closed, but the beggar did not care, but came to the gate, looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no one, he reached out and pushed it, and the door opened as he expected - the door was not locked at all!

The beggar smiled proudly, quietly walked in, and then when he looked up, he could see a light box hanging above his head, and the bright lights illuminated the three big characters "morgue", which was very conspicuous.

However, the beggar was not afraid, in fact, he has been running here a lot since he came to the hospital the other day to steal something, accidentally broke into it, and was caught by a person.

It's not that he has any necrophilia, but the person who caught him was the caretaker of this morgue, a guy in his thirties called Lao Sun Tou.

Alone on the night shift in the morgue, perhaps too lonely and lonely, after catching him, instead of calling the police, he asked him to come over every night to accompany him, and when the time came, he would prepare wine and good food for him to eat.

At that time, he didn't believe it, but then he couldn't help but be curious, and secretly came again again, and saw that the old grandson had really prepared a table of wine and food waiting for him, so he believed it.

In the next few days, he climbed over the wall from the outside into the hospital every night, came to the morgue to drink and chat with the old grandson, and lived a very leisurely life.

The two of them chatted about the sky, and they were also talking nonsense.

Beggars wander everywhere, but there are many places to go, they have stayed in big cities, they have lived in small mountain villages, they live on the ground as a feast, and the sky is a day of being covered, although they are full of hunger, but they are also free, except to be careful of the city management, there is nothing to be afraid of.

And this old grandson, people are also very interesting, after drinking, he likes to tell stories, talk about some ghosts, monsters, etc., and brag that he has joined any cult, what kind of ancestor he worshipped, and he can ask God to come down to possess him, become invulnerable, and not invade water and fire.

He is a beggar, although he has no culture and is lazy, but he is wandering around, and he is also well-informed, so he naturally wants to poke the cowhide of this old grandson.

It's just that every time he drank and argued halfway through, he would fall asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the sidewalk outside the hospital.

It was a little strange at first, but later I knew that it was the old grandson who threw him out, so I didn't think it was strange, but he also said that this guy was stingy, obviously there was enough space in the morgue, even if the shelves where the corpses were lying, he was a beggar, and he didn't mind temporarily borrowing to sleep for a night, but the old grandson just didn't let him spend the night in the morgue, and when he woke up every day, he must be lying on the sidewalk.

After fighting a few times, the old grandson didn't let go, so the beggar didn't care.

However, he drank more, anyway, after getting drunk, the old grandson would throw him out, so naturally he didn't have to worry about where he slept.

Originally, every night, the beggar came to the morgue to accompany the old grandson according to the agreed time, but today, he came earlier, mainly these days, drinking other people's wine and eating other people's meat every day, even if he is a beggar, he can't help but be a little embarrassed, so during the day, he stole a bottle of liquor in the store, ready to let himself and the old grandson change the taste, otherwise it is really not interesting to drink that strange taste of red wine every night.

The beggar took the liquor hidden in his bosom in his hand, and the thought of eating a large table of good dishes in the next place made him uncontrollable with joy, and walked through the empty passage, humming an out-of-tune tune in his mouth.

The building is so large that at the end of the passage, you can see a parking lot-like space, with iron beds neatly arranged for temporary storage of corpses.

Generally speaking, iron-framed beds covered with white cloth are the ones where corpses lie.

On weekdays, patients who die in the hospital will be sent to the freezer in time, but today there seem to be a lot of patients dying in the hospital, and most of the iron beds arranged horizontally and vertically are covered with white cloths.

The white cloth covered the corpse, faintly depicting the shape of the human body below, making even the always bold beggar feel a little palpitating.

While thinking that this old grandson was really bolder than him, so many corpses, he dared to guard the morgue alone, while tightening the liquor in his hand, hesitated, or unscrewed the bottle cap, used the bottle cap as a cup, poured it full of wine, and then muttered: "No wonder, no wonder!" Drink, please! He spilled wine on the floor.

Then, he continued to walk inside, to the innermost room, the room where he and the old grandson had been drinking and bragging all these days.

After all, a corpse is a corpse, and these days, he is a little more bold, and he feels that since he has toasted, he shouldn't embarrass him, thinking about it like this, he feels a little relieved.

He continued to walk inside, and could clearly see that the room in the front corner was lit with orange and yellow lights, and an elongated figure appeared very tall, reflected on the wall of the room, holding a kitchen knife and slashing down.

He heard a thudding sound, which was supposed to be the sound of a bone being slashed by a knife and slashing on a cutting board.

"Strange, didn't Lao Sun Tou say that the dishes were all delivered by order takeout? Why did he do it himself today? The beggar muttered quietly, but he also knew that there was a gas stove in this room, maybe it was these days, eating takeout every day, and the old grandson couldn't afford to eat? So you plan to buy the materials and make your own?

But no matter what, it is already very good to be able to drink and eat, and the beggar is not only not dissatisfied, but also looks forward to the craftsmanship of the old grandson.

When he came to the door, he didn't smell the aroma of stir-frying, thinking that the old grandson should still be processing the ingredients, and heard the sound of grunt and coodong as if he was pouring water, and he didn't know what was going on inside.

He was about to enter the door, when he suddenly saw a liquid flowing out of his feet, he stopped at once, looked down, and found that the liquid was actually red!

Blood?!

The beggar was taken aback, thinking that the old grandson had hurt himself when he was chopping bones, so he hurriedly rushed into the room, so he saw the old grandson who was raising the bone chopping knife high and was about to cut it down.

Old Sun Tou was also a little surprised by the beggar who suddenly appeared, but he quickly reacted, grinned, and said, "Why did you come so early today?" His face was stained with blood and shredded flesh, and even his grinning mouth could see that his teeth were bright red.

"You...... You......! The beggar's eyes widened, and he saw that his face was covered in blood, and that it was in disposition on the cutting board, but he could still clearly distinguish the corpse with human hands and feet.

A few red wine bottles, still stained with blood, were sitting in the sink, not even the cork was closed, and on the side were a large pile of internal organs and intestines.

Human flesh!? Blood wine!?

The liquor in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground, and the beggar just stared at him and fell to the ground.

(End of chapter)