"Open the door, save people......"

With the appearance of the man, finally a voice was heard. It was a woman's voice, and there was anxiety in it. The voice was also a little hoarse, and even a little torn.

"You...... Who are you? Save...... Who to save? Ning Jian's heart was pounding, he hesitated, he didn't dare to lean up and look out again, he just opened his mouth and asked.

"Please, save my son, my son is inside, save him...... Open the door...... Open the door ......"

The woman's voice outside rang out again, and she was frantically slamming the door.

"There is no one else here except me, how can there be your son, are you mistaken?"

Through the door, Ning Jian spoke loudly to the woman outside.

"Make no mistake, my son was really in there. What about the old man surnamed Kang...... He knows, you ask him...... If he was there, he would have opened the door for me......"

The woman continued to plead.

"Then you wait." There was no way, Ning Jian had to take out his mobile phone and wanted to call Lao Kang again to verify.

As a result, after the phone was dialed, it was still the same sizzling sound inside. Not only did no one answer, but there seemed to be no signal at all.

The woman shouted at the top of her voice: "Hurry up, otherwise my son will die, and I won't live anymore......" Ning Jian had no idea at this time, but he still maintained a sense of sobriety, and he knew what kind of place this was. If it was an ordinary realm, he might have opened the door and let the woman in.

But this is the morgue, and in the middle of the night a woman suddenly appeared and wanted to come in. This is indeed a bit strange, plus the few things that Lao Kang explained to him when he left. So Ning Jian still decided not to open the door to this woman.

"Sister, you must have made a mistake. There's no son here, so you'd better look elsewhere......"

Ning Jian couldn't bear the woman crying outside, so he persuaded her inside.

"No...... No, my son is inside, and my son is not dead yet, so they sent him to the morgue. My son is not dead, I know very well, you don't believe it...... I don't believe you...... Do you hear my son crying inside......"

The woman outside continued to argue bitterly and asked Ning Jian to listen to her son's cry.

After the woman shouted this, she didn't say anything more. Ning Jian took advantage of this opportunity and listened attentively.

Sure enough, as the woman had said, a child's cry came through the end of the corridor.

The cry was intermittent and weak, but it was not difficult to tell that it really came from those morgues in the corridor.

Ning Jian was excited, isn't this a place to pretend to be dead? How can there still be the cry of the living? Is it true that her son is not dead, as the woman said?

Putting people who didn't die in the morgue is a big accident......

"Did you hear that? Cry, my son called me...... It's too dark inside, he must be scared, he's looking for his mother...... I beg you, let me in...... I...... Get on your knees ......"

Ning Jian couldn't help but go to the door again and look out through the cat's eyes.

It turned out that the woman outside was cloaked in a cloak, kneeling upright

on the ground. With his head lowered, he kowtowed vigorously to the door, and stopped talking.

Ning Jian was completely out of ideas, he was afraid of violating the taboo when he opened the door, and he was afraid of delaying things if he didn't open it.

The cries in the morgue were still coming from time to time.

At this time, the woman outside was silent, and in this frighteningly quiet environment, the cry stimulated Ning Jian's fragile nerves one after another.

In the end, Ning Jian thought about it and decided to open the door and let the woman in. If it is as she said, then it is necessary to go to the doctor to save people.

Ning Jian took a deep breath and reached out to open the door lock, and the security door creaked open.

The woman looked up sharply, her expression incredulous. At this time, Ning Jian found that although the woman had unkempt hair and was untidy, she looked very good.

Ning Jian pointed to the corridor inside the morgue: "Do you know where your son is?" ”

The woman got up from the ground and rushed through the door without saying a word.

But apparently she didn't know which room her son was in, and she began to slam on the door of each room, and shouted, "Son, where are you?" Mommy is coming...... Mommy came to save you......"

Every woman's shout was heartbreaking, it was the kind of grief that came from the heart, and Ning Jian couldn't help but be moved when he listened to it from behind.

In this case, there is no problem with the woman, it is a natural reaction of a mother to the death of her child.

So Ning Jian also followed the crying inside, and finally heard the cry most clearly at the door of the innermost room.

Ning Jian ran back to his room, took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, and opened the door of the room according to the room number.

An incomparably cold wind swept out of it, blowing Ning Jian into a shiver. The temperature inside was more than a dozen degrees cooler than outside.

A dim light from the hallway entered the room. Ning Jian found that there was indeed an iron bed parked not far from the door.

And in the whole room, there is only such an iron bed.

There was a corpse parked on the iron bed.

The corpse was covered with a white sheet, but it was easy to tell that it was not the body of a child, but that of an adult.

However, the room was still filled with the sound of crying, but Ning Jian couldn't tell if it was coming from the corpse.

Ning Jian actually forgot his fear at this time, and involuntarily walked towards the corpse under his feet, came to the front of the iron bed, reached out and pinched the white sheet, and gently lifted the sheet.

What Ning Jian didn't expect was that the corpse lying on the iron bed was none other than the woman who had just entered the door.

The woman's pale face was not bloody. What frightened Ning Jian was that one of her eyes was not closed, but open. When Ning Jian appeared, his eyes seemed to roll.

"Ah......" Ning Jian let go of his hand in fright, and the sheet was covered on the face of the woman's corpse again.

The woman is dead, so who just came in?

Ning Jian screamed in fright, turned around and ran out of the room. The hallway was empty, that

The woman who came in was gone.

Ning Jian's legs were weak, and only then did he react a little, it was a very reckless act to open the door by himself. Regardless of whether there is the child in this morgue as the woman said, even if there is, it must be in a state of dying when it is brought in, otherwise how could it be sent to the morgue?

(End of chapter)

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