A violent chill ran down his nasal trachea into his lungs, and the lobes began to open and close, moving the entire body organs, and then a warm breath came from the lungs and back to the trachea, exhaling from between the noses.

The warm sensation in his nose, in the bronchi, and in his lungs, caused a violent cough, and he opened his eyes at the same time as he coughed: it was pitch black, and there was not a single light in sight, not even a faint fluorescence. The black, thick black stuff wrapped around his body like a large sheet of ink, making him breathless and depressed.

He subconsciously raised his hand, but found that his hand seemed to be pressed under him for a long time and the blood was not smooth and he lost consciousness. He tried to twist his body again, to try to lift his feet, but when his brain gave these commands, no part of his body responded.

All this made him feel uneasy, followed by inexplicable fear. His brain was in disarray, desperately giving orders to various parts of his body.

"Get moving"

"Quick!"

"Please, get moving"

However, the various torsos of his body did not appear to exist, and did not bring any response to the instructions given by his brain.

The unknown environment, the darkness that he couldn't see his fingers, and his immobile body made him mentally collapse all of a sudden, and he became hysterical, opened his mouth, and held his strength.

"Ahh ……”

Sound reverberates in a space that resembles a metal container.

At this time, the body seemed to be awakened by this hysterical shout, the fingers began to move, and then the arms also regained sensation, and even the legs and body began to tremble.

He suddenly became much calmer again, and when he raised his hand, his fingertips quickly touched the cold wall, which he could tell by his touch that it was metal. He continued to fumble and found himself in a small, rectangular iron box, too small to turn over or sit up.

Where was this, why was I here, and who was I, a series of question marks kept popping up in his brain, leaving his brain in chaos and anxiety again, and this feeling turned into anger in an instant.

He raised his fist and slammed it into the darkness, quickly touching the wall, which made a metallic roar. But nothing has changed except that the roar is extremely uncomfortable for the ears

He was still black.

He didn't give up, he used his limbs together, his hands kept smashing, his feet kept kicking forward, and the small space was instantly wrapped in metallic sounds, buzzing.

Suddenly, all he heard was a click, accompanied by the sharp grinding sound of metal, his body slid outward, a white blinding light illuminated his eyes, and he instinctively raised his arm to block it, and closed his eyes at the same time. I felt a breath of fresh air rushing through my nose, making people feel comfortable for a long time.

After a long time, he opened his eyes little by little, slowly adjusting to the bright light around him, and he saw rows of metal cabinets, these metal cabinets had square doors, which could be opened, and after opening, a metal drawer stretched out, and he himself was in the bottom open drawer of one of the rows of metal cabinets.

He lowered his head and looked at himself, and found that he was wearing a gray T-shirt over his wide body, and a pair of navy blue jeans underneath, which were strangely damp and covered with a layer of white frost in some places.

Suddenly, he shuddered, and his gaze stopped at his toe, where a cotton thread was tied to the big toe of his left foot, and a small paper card hung from the cotton thread.

His trembling hand slowly stretched out to the card, and with a slight force, the card fell off, and when he saw it, he saw that it was written

Name: Yi Zhang

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Cause of death: drowning

Date of death: around May 1, 2018

"I'm dead, how is that possible?"

Zhang Yi trembled, and couldn't help but shudder, the piece of paper fell off his hand and swirled slowly, and finally fell on the white and cold floor tiles illuminated by the incandescent lamp, silently.

Sitting on the cold, glowing metal drawer, his eyes hollow and cloudy, and a faint mist lingering around him from his body and snort.

Motionless, like a corpse sitting dead.

"Didi...... Tick ......"

A string of pleasant dripping sounds came, and he looked up to find that it was a rectangular electronic clock hanging on the wall, which showed that it was 00:00:00 on May 20, 2018, and the temperature was 15°C, which was about 20 days from the time of death shown on his foot card.

Zhang Yi stared at this clock blankly for a long, long time.

After a long time, he suddenly seemed to think of something, stretched out his right hand and grabbed a piece of meat on his leg and twisted it violently.

"Ahh

Zhang Yi's face was hideous in pain, but his face soon stretched and he smiled.

"I'm not dead, I'm really not dead, I have a heartbeat, I'm afraid of pain, I'm still alive."

He suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, got up and jumped to the ground, he felt that it might be a misunderstanding, he was not dead, he was going out and telling the truth to the world.

"Wow"

The door suddenly opened, and an old man in a security uniform walked in, and he closed the door with his head down and said to himself, "Alas, the morgue...... It's all rats, what do you come in to eat, do you want to eat people, beware of being cheated by those corpses...... Eat you! ”

The old man's cheeks were red, his eyes were blurred, and his body was unstable and swaying, and it was obvious that he had just drunk wine.

Zhang Yi was extremely excited to see this old man, this was the first person he saw after waking up, it was like drifting on the vast sea and finally seeing a ship.

He immediately rushed over, for fear that the old man would disappear later.

A gust of wind rushed towards him, and the old man felt as if there was a person standing in front of him, and he raised his head, and in his drunken eyes, he saw a miserable white face looking at him, and his eyes were facing him, almost face to face.

Could it be that he drank too much, the old man raised his arm and wiped it back and forth on his eyes twice, and then slowly removed his arm, but he still saw a miserable white face.

"Mom, cheat...... Corpse...... up"

This voice howled so loudly that Zhang Yi's eardrums seemed to be shattered, and he made a roaring sound, and he instinctively covered his ears with his hands.

The old man screamed and turned around violently, but he suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground fiercely, making a dull sound

Zhang Yi hurriedly took a step forward, ready to help the old man up, and by the way, told him that he was a living person, and told him not to be afraid.

But Zhang Yi's step up made the old man let out a pig-killing cry, he trembled like a sieve of chaff, his limbs crawled out with struggle, and under him, a yellow liquid slowly spread around.

Scared to pee, it turns out that the word really exists.

Zhang Yi didn't follow up any further, he watched as the old man screamed and crawled out of the door, then stood up and staggered into the distance, disappearing into a white light, leaving only a string of screams and yellow droplets along the way.

"Am I really scary?"

Zhang Yi stretched out his pale hand and stroked it on his face, then shook his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He lifted his feet and stepped out the door, feeling an incomparable lightness, his whole body seemed to exude vitality, and every cell was greedily enjoying the rebirth of life.

There are two worlds inside and outside, and the door of death is a word.

"Tick, bang, bang, knock, click"

Suddenly, a noisy footsteps came rushing to this side, the footsteps were mixed with the sound of heavy breathing, the sound of swallowing saliva and even the sound of the heart beating.