After coughing a few times, the old man stood up.

He looked at his hand in disbelief, then looked at Shi Yuan, and said, "Young man, thank you." Who are you? ”

"Are you Dean Sun?"

"Yes, I'm the dean here."

As he spoke, the old man's gaze dimmed.

But he immediately reacted to his embarrassment, sighed, and said, "I thought that I was in a catastrophe this time, and I was ready to die, but I didn't expect that you would be able to find me." ”

"Dean Sun, there is a very important matter at the moment, and we need your cooperation with us."

"Okay, what's the matter?"

The old man looked at Shi Yuan kindly and asked.

"Let's go to the next room first."

Subsequently, Shi Yuan briefly processed the matter of taking pictures and told Dean Sun about it.

Dean Sun lay on an iron bed and closed his eyes according to Shi Yuan's words.

Royassen pressed the shutter and took a picture.

The photo immediately spat out from under the camera.

Luo Yasen immediately took the photo down and flipped it to the back.

"Great, there are words!"

The crowd leaned over to check the text on the back of the photo.

It reads, "Requirements for the second photo: one, the location is the morgue; Second, place someone in the cabinet in the upper right corner of the morgue and take a picture of the top of your head. ”

"This ......"

Royasen felt his face twitch again.

What are you kidding about putting a living person in a morgue?

However, turning his head to see the kind old man, Luo Yasen could only sigh helplessly.

For the sake of the mission, for the sake of life, there is no way. A more difficult task, not unseen.

Yang Shuang's mobile phone rang again.

Shi Yuan glanced at her and said, "Is it Zhao Xitong's phone?" ”

"Well, yes."

Yang Shuang nodded and said.

"Hang up."

Shi Yuan said without hesitation.

Now, the situation is very obvious.

Now, indeed, they have gathered all the executors. That Zhao Xitong is not one of the executors.

In other words, Zhao Xitong is actually just a ghost who interferes with them.

If you are lucky, thinking that she may be alive, and run to find her, you are likely to be wiped out.

Yang Shuang pursed his lips and hung up the phone as he said.

But a text message was delivered quickly.

"Yang Shuang, why didn't you answer my phone? I'm really sad. You left me alone. Are you still a good sister to me? ”

Shi Yuan glanced at her and noticed her movements.

"What are you doing?" Shi Yuan immediately asked.

"I ...... She...... Xiaotong's text message ......"

"Ignore it. If you don't want to die, don't respond to any of her contacts. Shi Yuan said.

Yang Shuang hesitated slightly and pulled Zhao Xitong's number into the blacklist.

She kept apologizing in her heart, but in the end she chose to believe Shiyuan.

Dean Sun, who had recovered his health, strode towards the morgue. His life was saved by Shi Yuan, although he felt that his request was incredible, but he still did it.

However, fifteen minutes is too limited after all. Just after the second photo, the time shifted back to "now".

Dean Sun disappeared in an instant.

And the request for the third photo is "take a picture with Monroe's body".

"The next time we make the switch to 20 years ago, we're going to have to speed it up a little bit more. You should have noticed just now that Dean Sun is dying. If we don't do it faster, maybe he'll die before we get to the storage. In that case, we will surely die. ”

Shi Yuan told everyone.

There are a total of 10 photos, and only two have been successfully taken so far.

Fifteen minutes is really too short, and in the face of all kinds of difficulties, no one can guarantee that they will be able to take a few pictures.

And in the time of "twenty years ago", once Dean Sun died, it was really dead, and there would be no resurrection.

At that point, the task will be completely dead.

Everyone felt extremely tired. Running upstairs and downstairs, mentally tortured. It's as if this mission exists to drain their physical energy.

Not to mention that people like Yang Shuang who have not performed tasks, even Shi Yuan, Luo Yasen and others, also feel irritable and tired.

And once the time is changed back to "now", they have to stay in this morgue, otherwise, someone will be killed by the ghost.

It's a refuge, but it's also a restriction.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door of the morgue.

Someone is slamming on the door outside.

"It's Gatson!"

Fang Yisheng said immediately.

He was captured by Gatson, and for this person who attacked him twice, Fang Yisheng was eager to kill him as soon as possible.

His numerical perception is still functional, and he can sense that there is a living person outside.

"He's dying." Royasen said.

Shi Yuan and the others gathered on both sides of the door and listened carefully.

Gatson appears to be banging the door of the morgue with a large metal object.

The door wasn't sturdy, and it was smashed. Although the inside is latched, if you smash it with this force, it will soon be smashed open.

"Shall we open the door?"

Luo Yasen said silently with his mouth.

Shi Yuan waved his hand.

Gatson continued to slam on the door.

Shi Yuan actually didn't understand what this Gatson was thinking.

He should have seen the number of Shi Yuan's team, and he should have known that they had all kinds of weapons in their hands. In such a situation, why did he still come to provoke?

Could it be that he doesn't know that Shi Yuan is hiding here? No, if you don't know, what are you doing desperately trying to smash open the morgue?

Boom. Boom. Boom.

There was a loud bang, which sounded surprisingly similar to the death knell of a mission text message.

All eyes were focused on the door, and no one noticed, and on the ground below the morgue, a white candle as thick as a child's arm appeared.

Hiss......

There was an extremely slight sound, and the candle burned.

The light in the morgue, though dim, was still not comparable to the little flame of a candle.

No one noticed that a candle was burning.

The loud noise outside the door continued, and there was no sign of slowing down.

The crack in the door is getting bigger and bigger, and the latch is deformed.

Finally, the latch fell and the door was smashed open.

A figure rushed in at great speed.

Without hesitation, Royasen swung the metal rod over and slammed it the man's head.

The imaginary screams did not materialize.

The man lay straight on the ground, motionless.

It wasn't Gatson at all, it was just a corpse.

Shi Yuan and the others did not act rashly and continued to ambush on both sides of the door.

There was a rustling sound outside.

Seconds later, another corpse flew in.

Subsequently, there was the third.

Finally, Liu Tong sensed that something was wrong.

She felt as if she had a faint smell of ...... Meaty.

That's right, it's the smell of meat, the smell of roasted fat.

How can there be the smell of barbecue here?