This time, I just vomited, all over the floor. The hospital gown on my body is dirty, but where can I bother to clean it? Besides, there is no clean water here, so how can it be cleaned?

I just want to run and get away from this horrible place right away!

What kind of laboratory is this, this is simply a slaughterhouse? I even suspect that the internal organs of the human body are actually floating in the pool, and even in those glassware, or even, on the cutting board, in the pot, maybe, maybe they are all human internal organs!

Come on! If it's too late, maybe I'll have to be broken down into pieces like this! Here, there must be a murderous maniac who likes ** corpses! Perhaps, all the patients in this hospital, even all the doctors and nurses, were killed by this person?

In my head, the guy with the chainsaw came to mind again. I felt as if I heard the terrible sound of the chainsaw coming up, and it was getting closer and closer to me!

The lights in the lab were still on, and I quickly rushed to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and was about to get out. However, no matter how hard I tried, the door just wouldn't open, it was locked from the outside!

Damn it! I'm going out, let me out! I almost screamed. However, as soon as the words came to my mouth, I swallowed them again.

If there is really a psychopathic killer in this hospital, then my call is not equivalent to exposing myself, but reminding him? The thought of this made me break out in a cold sweat.

There is no one here, this is a dead hospital, a place like hell. If there really is a person here, then he is definitely not here to save me, but to kill me! That's right, he's going to kill me, and in the end, he'll cut me like an animal, piece by piece!

I leaned against the door and sat down weakly. I was still panting in my mouth, but the breath I exhaled seemed to smell of formalin, which was unpleasant.

Just then, suddenly, I heard a voice, one coming from outside the door.

I was stunned, pricked up my ears and listened carefully, the sound turned out to be footsteps!

Yes! I was stunned, thinking I was having auditory hallucinations. Is there really another person in this hospital?

But I heard you right. It was indeed the sound of footsteps, the sound of leather shoes on the floor. Click, click, this footstep is getting closer, closer and closer!

At this time, two different voices suddenly popped up in my heart. I wanted to call for help, to open the door, but I didn't dare to do that. In case that guy who came over is really a perverted killer, then am I not dead? But I wonder if I'm thinking about it. How can I be sure that guy is a killer? Perhaps, that's just the staff in the hospital?

Eventually, however, I chose to remain silent. I continued to sit on the floor, not daring to lift my head, but my body began to tremble, and although the temperature in the laboratory was not low, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and they stopped at the door.

Yes! So, that guy is coming in?

I crawled to the other side and hid under a table, curling up in this small space.

It's over, it's dead! If this guy opens the door and comes in, where am I going to run? I wanted to find a weapon to defend myself, but there was nothing I could use as a weapon within my hand's reach.

Please, don't come in, don't come in!

However, the more I feared, the more it happened!

The closed door was turned a few times from the outside, and then the door was opened!

Now, I'm really finished! The guy opened the door, and he's coming in! If he found me, I'd be dead! Please, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!

Strangely, although the door was opened, no one entered, and there was no one. Because, at this time, my eyes were fixed on the door that had been opened, and as long as the shoes stepped in, I could see it clearly. But the strange thing is that after waiting for a long time, I didn't see the shoes.

Then, suddenly, the door closed softly again, and the sound of footsteps disappeared.

Yes? I was stunned, but I didn't dare to crawl out from under the table.

Why didn't that guy come in? He opened the door, but didn't come in?

It was a long time before I slowly crawled out from under the table and cautiously walked to the door. There was no cat's eye or anything like that on the door, so I had to put my ears on the door and try to listen for the movement outside the door.

The corridor outside was eerily quiet, and there were no more footsteps, and the man seemed to just open the door and look, then closed the door again and left.

I let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the doorknob, and suddenly a thought occurred to me.

Just now, the man opened and closed the door, and it didn't seem to make any additional moves to lock the door. Perhaps, the door is no longer locked?

So, I reached out and twisted the doorknob.

The door is open to me!

Great, I can finally get out!

I was ecstatic, and though I didn't know if anything terrible would happen to me when I went out this time, I had to get out of here now!

Little by little, the door opened outward, and I could see the corridor outside. But at this moment, suddenly, something came from behind me, and it hit the back of my head, and my eyes went black, and I fainted.

In the moment before I was knocked unconscious, I suddenly understood.

There is another person hiding in this laboratory?

I finally understood, but it was too late······

Click, click, footsteps are getting closer, closer and closer. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped!

Yes! I woke up, only to find myself in a bed.

But when I looked closely, I was shocked again. I wasn't lying on a bed at home, or on a hospital bed, but on a stretcher bed. The stretcher bed was so narrow that if I moved my body slightly, I would even fall off it.

I felt cold and biting on my back, and I wanted to sit up, but I couldn't move, as if someone had given me numbing.

Where is this? The only things I could move seemed to be my neck and head. But when I turned my head to look at it, I almost screamed in fright.

In my field of vision, stretcher beds were lined up one after another, as if they were in a neat queue of troops, and those stretcher beds were covered with white cloth, and there seemed to be something covered under the white cloth. When I saw the bare soles of my feet down there, I finally understood.

Here, it's a morgue, a hospital morgue!

How did I get to the morgue? Oh my God, am I already dead?

However, I can still move. I twisted my head in the other direction, and on my left, on another stretcher bed, lay quietly a corpse wrapped in a white cloth, I don't know if it was a man or a woman, but its feet stretched out were surprisingly thin, so thin that they were almost skinny.

At this time, I smelled a smell, a bit like the strange smell of the formalin solution in the laboratory just now, which emanated from the white cloth that covered me. This is the cloth that covers the corpse, and maybe the rotten smell of the corpse is still on it!

Damn, I'd better get out of this place quickly! This is indeed the ghost place, in this morgue, except for me, those who are still and do not move are not people at all, but corpses one by one!

I struggled to move and found that my fingers seemed to move, and then my arms were able to do what I wanted. Little by little, my right hand moved up my calf, touching the trouser pocket of my right leg. I put my right hand in my trouser pocket and touched the severed finger with the ring still on. This time, I felt the severed finger, and I didn't feel horrified or disgusting, but I felt a little kind.

This severed finger belongs to the woman named Mary, she is the victim, perhaps, her body is lying in this morgue at this moment, right? But, strangely, why didn't the guy who attacked me from behind in the lab kill me or snatch the ring from my pants pocket? Didn't he find the ring? Did he not intend to kill me, but just to knock me unconscious? But why did he go to such lengths to throw me into this morgue? This guy, what the hell is he trying to do to me?

Countless questions were racing in my mind. But now, it doesn't seem like the time for me to stay in this place, so I'd better hurry up.

My feet can move, slowly, my knees and thighs can move. Perhaps, I was not immobilized by anyone, let alone given an anesthetic, but just because after passing out just now, my body was temporarily out of the control of my brain.

I was about to turn around and get off the stretcher, but at that moment, a bright light came over me and I couldn't even open my eyes. I squinted and looked in the direction where the light was coming from, which seemed to be the door of the morgue.

The door was opened.

Before I could understand what was going on, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and in the bright light, there seemed to be a white figure coming towards me.

Yes! The memory of me being knocked unconscious came back all at once.

Could it be that the perverted killer just now is back? Or is it the guy who attacked me in the lab? Or maybe these two people are the same person?

I immediately put the white cloth over my head, but under the white cloth I trembled.

It's over, I can't run now! Please, don't come to me, don't come to me!

The white cloth was over my face, and a pungent smell came over me, and I almost vomited. But I still held back, at this time, it was the most important thing to save my life, if I made a little movement, it would definitely be dead, just like the group of dead people in this morgue who will never move.

I began to pray, whether it is the God of the West, or the Buddha and Bodhisattva of the East, as long as I can avoid this catastrophe, I will thank them! Please, don't look for me! Please, my trick of pretending to be dead must let me get through the trick!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they seemed to be coming in my direction.

That guy, really came to me? Why, does he want to give me another stab? Or did he just push me out and throw me to the crematorium to be burned alive?

I'm ready to resist, even if I can't beat this guy, at least, I'm going to struggle before I die. I suddenly thought of the fish on the chopping board desperately trying to turn over. yes, now I'm not put on the chopping board, right? If you don't toss again, then I'm afraid you won't have a chance to toss.

Thinking of this, I clenched my fists, and if that guy dared to lean over, I would give him a punch and promise that he would remember me for the rest of his life!

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and my palms were about to sweat.

I waited, but not for the moment when he lifted the white cloth that covered my face. The guy didn't move, and the whole morgue became silent again.

What's going on? Didn't he come to me?

I opened my closed eyes, but all I could see was the white cloth. So, I quietly looked through the gap under the white cloth, and on the right, there was no one.

I turned my head to the left again, but this time I was taken aback······