Although it is September and the weather is still hot, the aisle is getting colder and gloomy, and the further you go, you can even clearly see the white breath coming out of your mouth.

As he gradually deepened, getting closer and closer to the door of the morgue, Zhang Yi's heart was beating like a drum, and the cold hairs on his body stood up, and the unusual reaction of all this was that the brain was telling Zhang Yi through his body that there was a creepy fear in front of him, telling Zhang Yi that he should stop like this.

Zhang Yi finally stopped, his body and brain fighting whether to move forward or flee quickly. The place in front of him was his coffin, and in the cold and biting drawers of this room, there were still hundreds of male and female corpses, and Zhang Yi was once one of them.

But fortunately, among so many corpses, Zhang Yi was chosen by a certain hand behind him, he revived his heartbeat, pushed open the drawer and returned to the world again. Zhang Yi deeply knows that a certain hand behind him will definitely have to pay a certain price for him to regain his life, but this is nothing, but Zhang Yi must clearly know why he chose himself, what he wants to do, and why his identity is as confused as a dream.

Since he can live again, then Zhang Yi must live clearly and clearly, otherwise he will be used as a pawn in a daze, and he doesn't even know when he will die, so what is the meaning of this regained new life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi strode over, and only by pushing open the door did he know the secret behind the door.

The door of the morgue was undoubtedly locked, but this bothered Zhang Yi, and his plan was to knock on the door first, and then give him a stuffy stick to rest when the old man inside came out, and then Zhang Yi would go inside to see if he could find some useful information.

Zhang Yi stood in front of the iron morgue door and exhaled deeply, then gently knocked on the cold iron door.

The sound was unusually crisp in this quiet environment, and it kept echoing in the narrow corridor.

After the sound stopped, Zhang Yi held his breath and listened, and found that there was no sign of anyone coming to open the door, so he bent his finger and knocked on the door again.

But after the sound stopped, he still didn't see anyone coming to open the door, Zhang Yi put his hand on the door and gently forced, and the door creaked and slowly opened.

Zhang Yi carefully poked his head in and looked left and right, and found that in a glass office on the right, an old man with gray hair was lying quietly on the desk.

It's better to fall asleep, Zhang Yi thought of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he tiptoed behind the old man and put his head close to the old man's head and listened quietly for a while, he couldn't help but be surprised, the old man's breathing was very weak, and there seemed to be a thick phlegm in his throat with a gurgling sound that went up and down.

This is not a good phenomenon, Zhang Yi knows very well that generally only when people have poor breathing and the air supply tube is blocked, which often means death.

"Uncle, uncle" Zhang Yi shouted softly twice and found that the old man had no reaction, he checked his pulse again, everything was as Zhang Yi guessed, the old man may suddenly fall ill and his life is in danger.

Zhang Yi secretly rejoiced, fortunately he didn't give this old man a dark stick, otherwise he wouldn't have escaped this murder, but now he couldn't bear to let him run away immediately.

"Forget it, human life matters" Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and immediately ran to pick up the old man and rushed out of the morgue.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yi walked out of the gate of the police station with a tired body, he now feels a little ridiculous about his life, just a few months, he has been in and out of the police station twice, is he really a heinous bad person.

However, fortunately, the incident of helping the elderly was not staged on Zhang Yi, and the old man woke up after the rescue and gave him a certificate in time, of course, the doctor also gave a medical certificate.

"Hey!"

A deep voice came from behind, and Zhang Yi instinctively looked back, only to see a young man in a dirty overalls and a hard hat standing there under a locust tree on the side of the road.

Zhang Yi pointed at himself and asked softly, "Did you call me?" ”

The young man looked a little shy, and he said in an almost shy tone, "Yes, big brother, it's my second grandfather looking for you." ”

"Who is your second grandfather, why are you looking for me?"

"It's the old man you rescued from the morgue, the gray-haired one"

The young man gestured in his hair and smiled at Zhang Yi honestly.

Zhang Yi looked at the young man again, and he could see the simple and simple peasant child appearance from him, so he didn't ask a word anymore and stopped a taxi and said, "Let's go!" ”

Zhang Yi immediately sat in and waited for the young man to come in, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the young man come in, he poked his head out and found that the young man was squatting on the side, rubbing the mud on the upper of his shoes with leaves.

Seeing Zhang Yi seeing him, the young man suddenly blushed and said in a voice that was almost like a mosquito: "I am mixed with concrete on the construction site, so my body is a little dirty, and I am afraid that I will dirty the car." ”

Zhang Yi smiled and nodded, but heard the driver's voice, "Boss, do you still have to wait for someone, you will be fined for parking in this place for a long time." ”

Zhang Yi smiled awkwardly at the young man, who immediately got into the car in a hurry, and accidentally put his head on the roof of the car when he came in, but it should not be heavy and did not make any sound.

The car started, and the driver could faintly hear the driver scolding a nervous word from the roar of the engine.

When I saw the old man again, I found that he was in much better spirits, and he was leaning on the bed and drinking millet porridge in small sips.

Seeing Zhang Yi come in, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and beckoned to Zhang Yi to sit down.

Zhang Yi put a fruit basket on the cabinet and sat next to him with a smile.

After the young man walked out of the ward, the old man mysteriously closed the curtain on the side of the bed, separated the other two beds, and surrounded him and Zhang Yi in a small and dark space.

Zhang Yi was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions, just sat there quietly and waited for the old man to speak.

"The morgue is a place where the body is parked, and in the eyes of the world it is extremely eerie, before I went there, the guard there was an old man surnamed Li, but then the old man said that he saw a corpse in the morgue run out, and everyone thought he was crazy, so the hospital fired him, and after that, the morgue of this hospital was empty for two months before the guards found me, because I was not afraid."

The old man spoke in a small voice and looked at him with a creepy smile as he spoke.

Zhang Yi's body shook slightly, but he quickly stabilized his mood, moved his buttocks up, and sat more straight.

"Then why aren't you afraid, uncle, don't you believe that there is such a bizarre thing in this world, don't you believe in ghosts and gods?"

The old man laughed twice and moved his body forward, gently leaned his head close to Zhang Yi's ear and whispered: "Believe, of course believe, for example, you are an outlier."

Zhang Yi was taken aback, and immediately turned his head and asked fiercely in a deep voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Corpse pickers!"

"What is a corpse picker?"

"An ancient profession with a history of thousands of years, in the previous war era, there were often piles of dead soldiers' corpses abandoned in the wilderness devoured by wild beasts, or dig a pit and bury them together, and finally only a pile of white bones remained, if the families of the victims want to accurately find the complete bones of their relatives in these mixed bones, in this case, our professional corpse picker this profession came into being."