The new caretaker of the morgue is a skinny old man. His surname is Kong, and he looks like he is in his forties. What is the specific name, Liu Tianming didn't bother to ask, and the other party didn't say.

casually made up an excuse, Liu Tianming picked up the file book in the morgue office, looked at it pretendedly, and gently put the notebook back in its place.

There was nothing noteworthy in the room, everything was still the same as when Chen Po was there, even the position of the chairs had not changed.

Liu Tianming was still a little reluctant, and asked, "What, has Dr. Chen never come back?" ”

The old man, surnamed Kong, was a local, spoke a thick dialect, and was obviously unhappy with this kind of question: "Come so-and-so, always come." What did she do when she came back? I heard people say, I'm afraid that they get along well, and the old man will play together. ”

After thinking about it, Liu Tianming shook his head self-deprecatingly and left the office.

I'm really dizzy.

This kind of unskilled caretaker job, although it pays little, is a job after all. Many people don't even have enough to eat, and they are trying to find ways to get money to spend. Although he is guarding the corpse, he can also get paid on a monthly basis. For example, this guy surnamed Kong, if Chen Po comes back, it means that he must leave. After all, Chen Po is an old employee in the hospital. And he is an ordinary person who was temporarily recruited.

I'm afraid he burns incense and prays every day, begging Chen Po never to come back!

Walking to the corner of the stairs, Liu Tianming was about to leave the morgue. The moment he lifted his foot and stepped up the stairs, he suddenly had an indescribable sense of wonder.

That's an attraction. It's like two magnets, but they don't have that strong adsorption. It's very prosaic, if there is nothing, but it does exist.

On the vents connected to the underground bomb shelters, a metal cover has been covered. It was about the same size as a sewer manhole cover on the road, and a new lock was attached to the buckle next to it.

Liu Tianming was a little puzzled, turned around and went back to the office to call out the guard surnamed Kong, pointed to the iron lock and the cover, and asked, "I remember that there was no such thing before?" The tubes here are also not covered. Why is it sealed now? ”

The old man surnamed Kong glanced at it and said casually, "You said this! It was the captain of the security department who called someone to get it. He said that there was a hole in the place, and rats might crawl in, so he simply told someone to seal it and put a lock on it. ”

He Dashan sealed it?

Liu Tianming couldn't help but think of the scene that happened at the door of Chen's mother's house before.

He didn't go any further, and turned away in silence.

Liu Tianming had a feeling that there must be something wrong under the ventilation pipe. Although there is no evidence, he trusts his own judgment. Because, it's the perceptual power that comes from the cell.

……

Four days later, at night, Liu Tianming quietly came to the entrance of the hospital building to the morgue.

There are two stairs here. Turn left and you will find Pharmacy 3, which is just a wall away from the morgue. At the beginning, Zhang Hongliang was able to hear the movements of Chen Po and He Dashan in the morgue office next door, and it was because of this.

The dark night enveloped everything, and the smell of a hospital filled the air. The outpatient building in the distance is brightly lit, and people can be seen walking by from time to time. It's always been a hot spot in the hospital, and most of the surveillance cameras are pointed there.

Liu Tianming has been busy these days.

He spent a lot of time dealing with those in the hospital's engineering department. In fact, it is just to find an excuse to go to the engineering department to sit and chat, and then everyone has an appointment to have a meal and drink some wine in the evening...... This is how feelings and friendships are cultivated. Now, Liu Tianming and those people in the engineering department have nothing to say, and they are also very enthusiastic about meeting.

It's no secret that there is a bomb shelter under the hospital. It's just that no one goes in there, and it's closed all year round. Liu Tianming had seen the structural drawings of the hospital building, and had also been to the entrance to the inside of the bomb shelter under the ramp. But it was firmly locked. I asked around in the engineering department, but no one had the key.

Liu Tianming thought about forcibly removing the lock there, and he quickly dispelled this extremely unwise idea. Regardless of whether or not anything can be found in the bomb shelter, this kind of behavior is considered vandalism in the eyes of most people. Besides, I'm just an intern, so there's no reason to do such a thing.

The attraction is getting stronger and stronger. For several days in a row, Liu Tianming would walk around the corridor outside the morgue. He was pretty sure it wasn't an illusion, and it wasn't an illusion created by the brain's consciousness. There, underneath, there is indeed a strange attraction that beckons to itself.

By chance, an old employee in the engineering department who was about to retire chatted with Liu Tianming, and the topic was, of course, the air-raid shelter under the hospital. The old man suddenly remembered: just on the side of the medicine depot on the morgue partition, there should be an entrance.

"It's actually a utility room. Usually no one goes in at all, and there is some garbage left over from the renovation of the old hospital. What a broken tire, an old wooden plank or something. In the past, people were used to frugality, and the hospital leaders at that time were reluctant to throw away anything, but these things were kept and took up space, so they built a bungalow on top of the air-raid shelter and stuffed all these messy things into it. Later, the building was renovated and expanded, and the bungalow was used as a basement and buried without affecting the overall building structure. I remember there was a passage that led directly into the bomb shelter. It's just that after a long time, that door may not be opened! ”

Following the route pointed out by the old man, Liu Tianming found the utility room. The area inside was littered with worn-out tires and wooden planks, and the air smelled of scrap rubber. He bypassed the mass and soon found the iron door covered by a pile of old wooden planks.

The surface was covered in rust, and a heavy iron chain held the handle. The keyhole is rusty and cannot be opened even with a key.

This is not difficult for Liu Tianming.

Before he came, he was well prepared.

This old-fashioned iron lock is easy to deal with. The steel bar was inserted horizontally, and the rusty iron lock was broken with a "click". Liu Tianming gently untied the chain, pushed open the door, and walked in.

At the foot of the foot, there are concrete steps about ten meters high. The steps rotate down along the column located in the middle. There are no lights, and just looking at this dark and dreary crater is enough to take your heart away.

Liu Tianming took out a flashlight from his backpack and turned it on. Illuminated by the scattered pillars of light, he saw the basic outline of the steps beneath his feet.

Walking down the stairs, the first section was dirty, with traces of sewage seepage everywhere. The further down it goes, the cleaner it becomes. The ground is dry, and you can even feel the wind blowing in the distance.

The work of the Revolution was indeed very quality-oriented. In particular, this kind of shelter that can withstand air raids pays more attention to all aspects of engineering index. Near the bottom of the pit, Liu Tianming even saw a huge five-pointed star inlaid on the wall. It's just that the color has peeled off, revealing a grayish, rough baseplate.

The attraction grew stronger, guiding him in the right direction.

After walking the steps, the soles of the shoes touch the ground. A thick sense of stability spreads throughout the body. Liu Tianming saw that there were many round-vaulted rooms around, and the walls separated them, and there was nothing inside.

Am I in the wrong place?

Liu Tianming was a little puzzled, raised his handweight and took a look around, but still didn't find anything.

This is indeed an abandoned pothole. The engineering guys weren't lying. This kind of place can't even be used as a warehouse. And the renovation project is huge, and instead of investing a lot of money here, it is better to use it elsewhere.

Continuing to walk forward, the flashlight illuminated the ground, and Liu Tianming saw a pool of dried blood.

The color has faded, and the middle part of the cement gap has turned black. Liu Tianming squatted down, wiped his fingers on the ground, and then leaned close to his nostrils and smelled a faint blood.

That's right, it's blood.

Didn't you say that no one in the bomb shelter would come? Where does the blood come from?

He couldn't help but look around, flashlights shining around the walls and ceiling. Soon, Liu Tianming found a ventilation pipe that connected directly to the place.

He stared at it, frowning slightly.

At the place of the exit of the pipe wall, a small piece of white rag hangs. The nozzle has a layer of embedded metal edges that firmly hook it.

White cloth?

Although he couldn't reach it down, Liu Tianming couldn't help but think of the white coat that Chen Po wore when she went to work.

Oh, yes! Where is Po Chen?

Also, how did that mysterious attraction suddenly disappear?

There was a slight muffled sound in the air.

"Bang, bang!"

The sound is very soft, as if it is striking a leather drum or something like a thick obstacle.

In this closed environment, it is not difficult to find the source of the sound. Liu Tianming listened sideways for a while, and determined a location on the side wall.

The flashlight shone through, and after carefully distinguishing it for a while, Liu Tianming saw that the walls there were somewhat damaged, and they were stuffed with a few wooden boards. The sound came from behind the wall.

He leaned close to the wall and asked in a low voice, "Who's over there?" ”

The impact sound has no sense of rhythm and varies in severity, obviously not from a mechanical device.

There are a lot of rats underground. But how could a rat make such a big noise?

The walls are the same color as the planks, but they are messy. Liu Tianming thought for a while, opened his mouth to bite the tail of the flashlight, grabbed one of the planks, and pulled it out forcefully.

A crack was revealed in the wall. Before Liu Tianming put down the wooden board in his hand, a black shadow had already "swished" from the wall.

In an instant, Liu Tianming felt that the blood in his entire body instantly coagulated, and the huge fear suppressed his nerves.

It was a familiar face, flesh and blood blurred, but it was incomparably real.

Dr. Chan ...... You, why are you here? ”