The elevator shook, and the pungent and disgusting smell became heavier the further down, but Fang Zhe was already a little numb from the smell.

He had been constructing the general structure of the fourth underground building in his mind, and how to deal with various accidents in the event of a disaster.

The first choice is to call out Xia Ran.

It's just that Fang Zhe doesn't know if his current physical state can withstand the side effects of the alternation of personality.

If his body was not like before, he fell into a coma after calling out Xia Ran, he dared to wander around the Third Hospital alone.

"Damn, the nightmare started, it's all to blame on that Doctor Gao, what did he call me at that time, causing the new personality to be released? He can't just call me dad as soon as he comes up, right? ”

After making a little joke in his heart to ease his uneasiness, as the elevator stopped, he began to stare at the elevator door that was about to open, and his hands clenched into fists.

When the door opened, there might be the faceless corpse waiting for him outside, or maybe there were many.

Fang Zhe was not surprised that there would be an underground morgue in the Third Hospital, but he couldn't figure out why it wasn't stored in a freezer like a morgue, but in a pool full of formalin.

"The Third Hospital is not a medical school, so it doesn't need so many corpses to be a general teacher? Could it be that you are helping other medical schools to help store it? Or is it something else? ”

I don't want to forget it, the more I think about it, the more panicked he feels.

The elevator door, creaking and squeaking, opened, there was no horror, the light outside was dim and empty.

Fang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, but his fists were still clenched, and he vigilantly paid attention to the movements around him, especially the sliding door on the right.

Behind the sliding door, there was a dreaded underground morgue and a pool of corpses.

Without much thought, he quickly moved to the left-hand side, where there was a small door, and the traces of pulleys on the ground had also disappeared in front of this door.

It seems that most of the tracks stopped in the underground morgue, and a small part was still sent to the back of the door.

He twisted the doorknob and slowly opened a crack.

Another passageway, somewhat dim and musty, with one of those old-fashioned light bulbs hanging overhead, the so-called incandescent lamps.

The blackened tungsten filaments were lit with a faint yellow light, the passage was very long, but there were few light bulbs, as if only the scene under the light could be seen faintly under the light of the street lamp, and the rest of the place was wrapped in darkness and could not be seen clearly.

Here, like a prison, the rooms on the left and right sides were all locked with iron doors, except for a small window like a lookout window in the upper compartment, and a horizontal, not very wide rectangular opening below, as if used to deliver food.

Each room door is marked with a marker, like the door number.

The whole passage was very quiet, a little eerily quiet, and some dust could be clearly seen floating in the air under the pillar of light, and the damp rancid smell made Fang Zhe mistakenly think that he was standing in a public toilet.

No, to be precise, public toilets don't smell like they smell here, and they don't smell bloody.

"The basement floor of the outpatient building is the entrance to Building 4, and it is also the first and second floors of Building 4. Below the No. 1 inpatient building is the underground corpse store, and the area I am currently in is under the No. 2 inpatient building, how can it be a cell area? What the hell is going on in this third hospital? ”

Goosebumps had already appeared on Fang Zhe's arms, and his body was a little chilly, and he thought of some very bad things.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he looked out the window of the nearest cell, where an old man was sitting.

Fang Zhe was ready for any fright, but he didn't expect that there was just an ordinary old man sitting in the cell.

There wasn't much room in the room, just the old man, a small bench made of iron frame where he sat on his buttocks, and a faintly glowing incandescent light bulb hanging above his head.

The old man's hair was sparse and white, like a few white strands dotted on his dull yellow scalp. He was wearing a strip of black cloth on his face and blindfolded, sitting on the bench with his face facing the iron door, smiling and smiling, holding Erlang's legs, and the flip-flops on his feet were still shaking there, as if he was waiting for Fang Zhe's arrival.

If he was holding a newspaper, Fang Zhe would definitely feel that this was the legendary ultimate killer king, the Fire Cloud Evil God.

Without paying much attention to it, Fang Zhe went directly to the next room.

"Eh, don't look at it, I'm the only one in the whole passage."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was full of breath, and it seemed that his physical condition should be good.

However, after he finished shouting what he had just said, he could clearly hear him coughing a few times.

The old man didn't expect that after the person outside the door saw him, he ignored it and looked away, which made the posture he had prepared for a long time useless, but made him look a little embarrassed.

Fang Zhe ignored the old man's words and continued to look from cell to cell.

Indeed, there was no one else in the room, only a plank that looked like a bed, and nothing else.

The atmosphere in the passage was oppressive and dreary, and there was not only the smell of dampness and blood, but also the smell of death.

Twisting his neck, Fang Zhe returned to the first ward, he stood outside the iron door, and looked inside through the small viewing window.

Motionless.

It seems that the window has been wiped down in advance, and it is clean, unlike the other wards, which are covered with dust and blood.

The old man inside was a little embarrassed, but the black cloth covered his eyes, and he couldn't see the exact expression on his face.

He silently put down Erlang's legs, sat on the small bench very upright, first coughed a few times, and then cleared his throat and said, "Come in, this door is open." ”

The iron door is thick and has a certain soundproofing effect, so the old man almost roared before the sound penetrated out.

Fang Zhe stood outside the door and shook his head decisively.

The old man: "... ”

"Don't you want to know about this hospital? I know a lot of things you want to know! ”

The old man shouted at the top of his throat, the blood vessels in his neck were obvious, and then there were several dry coughs, as if his body was not as good as it seemed on the surface, as if he had a dark disease.

The doorknob was twisted slightly, Fang Zhe opened a crack, and asked through the crack in the door, "Then tell me what I want to know now?" ”

With that, he quickly closed the door again.

He just didn't want to shout at the top of his throat like an old man, so it was safe and trouble-free, and he didn't have to use his voice.

The old man in the room was laughed at by the other party, and coughed violently, he had seen a cautious person, but he had never seen such a cautious and cheap person.

The old man coughed and waved his hand, signaling that Fang Zhe could leave, he had nothing to say.

The door opened another crack, and Fang Zhe continued in the same way as before: "You lean back against the wall, keep your hands high and stay still, and I'll go in." ”

In between words, he quickly glanced inside the room to make sure no one else was hiding inside.

The old man smiled helplessly, so he did so, he moved the bench with a screeching noise, and then pressed his back against the cold wall and raised his hands high.

Seeing this, Fang Zhe pushed open the door, but he didn't go in, just stood outside the door.

The door was only half open, and he could clearly see the old man's every move, and he could immediately reach out and close the door again.

"Look like you're waiting for me here, say it." Fang Zhe pulled the doorknob with one hand, while maintaining a calm appearance.

The old man bowed his head slightly, and looked at the other party with the black cloth: "Fang Zhe, as the investigator of the Abnormal Crime Handling Bureau, what is the purpose of your coming here?" ”