The mossy floors, along with the grey walls and ceiling, shrouded the morgue in cold tones, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked living room.

The morgue has no doors or windows, and is a complete "secret room", with four silver metal beds on wheels. Except for one of the beds, which was empty and empty, the other three beds all had the appearance of a humanoid silhouette covered by dirty sheets.

Zhang Luo tried to lift the sheets on the three corpses, but found that the corpses and the sheets seemed to be glued to the hospital bed, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a single bit.

Although the corpse could not be seen, there were still three metal nameplates hanging on the ankles of the gray and white feet exposed under the sheets, and the oval shape looked a bit like the "dog tags" used by American GIs.

The nameplates of the three corpses do not have obvious text prompts like crematoriums, but only three names are written on them:

"Wilhelm", "Jacob", "Hans".

“……”

Seeing these three names and thinking of the text prompt above the crematorium, it took Zhang Luo less than five seconds to immediately understand the solution to this puzzle, his frowning brows stretched, and he once again showed a smug smile that resembled a villain:

"That's it? The difficulty is too low. ”

Adhering to the principle of "the early puzzles are just practice, and the later you go, the more difficult it becomes", the first puzzle Zhang Luo encountered after entering the inner world was as simple as he expected.

As long as the corresponding corpse is advanced into the correct crematorium, the puzzle should be solved, as for the order of the corpses:

"No. 1, William. Mr. Shakespeare, who was indeed the envy of other playwrights, wrote the famous Four Great Tragedies. ”

Zhang Luo muttered as he pushed the corpse with the "William" nameplate on his ankle to the No. 1 crematorium.

"Click!"

With a sound that seemed to be made only by gears, the corpse on the metal bed suddenly twisted and crawled into the crematorium like a worm!

"Crematorium No. 2, Hans. Christian. Mr. Andersen, it is said that he still held the letter of his first love before he died......"

Zhang Luo pushed the corpse marked "Hans" to the No. 2 crematorium, and the corpse wrapped in a sheet also entered the crematorium by itself, and froze inside in a curled position, never moving again.

"Crematorium No. 3, Jacob. Green and William. Grimm, damn Brother Grimm did write dark fairy tales......"

Recalling the famous children's book "Grimm's Fairy Tales", which is actually full of dark and terrifying stories, Zhang Luo pushed the body marked "Jacob" to the No. 3 crematorium.

Seeing that the corpse also climbed into the crematorium by itself, Zhang Luo stood in front of the No. 4 crematorium, sighed long, and then stretched his arms into the crematorium, climbed in by himself, and kept complaining: "It's really a bad design......

- Obviously, the fourth crematorium is asking the puzzle solver to climb into it himself.

Zhang Luo knew very well that if he couldn't use the domain control ability, if there was a sudden fire in the crematorium or a mechanism such as spikes, he might really die inside!

But even though he knew so, he solved the puzzle in his own standard way.

The temperature in the crematorium was extremely low, basically the same as the temperature inside the freezer, and Zhang Luo soon got goosebumps, and then-

"Bell!"

The heavy metal door on the outside of the crematorium suddenly closed, all light was blocked out, and Zhang Luo's vision suddenly turned into complete darkness.

"Isn't it really going to burn me? If I were the Lord of Paradise, I would probably do this, wait, then wouldn't I be looking for my own death......"

When Zhang Luo was thinking in the dark, he was suddenly attacked by a severe headache again.

When his vision became clear again, Zhang Luo found himself lying in a garbage pile composed of black plastic bags, and the crematorium just now was long gone.

"It's finally out, where is this?"

Zhang Luo, who had already begun to adapt to the inner world, sat up with his hands on the ground, and then suddenly touched a cold hand.

"Where to dispose of corpses again?"

Looking down at the stump exposed in the black plastic bag beside him, Zhang Luo raised his head and stared at the dark brown walls of the room.

Different from the square morgue just now, this time the room is a small "cylinder", surrounded by walls in a standard circle, and there is no ceiling above it but a dark round hole, making Zhang Luo feel as if he is standing at the bottom of a well.

"Seems like a garbage passage in the real world?"

Thinking of the old-fashioned residential building where Lin Miao lives, there is indeed a garbage passage from the top of the building to the bottom of the building, Zhang Luo also has a general idea of where he is currently located.

Thinking of this, he was about to open the Eye of the Executioner and confirm his judgment through the map inside, but immediately found that in this "inner world", even the Eye of the Executioner could not be used.

No matter how much you squeeze your eyebrows, the portable combat power calculation device that is installed in your eye like a contact lens has no response.

As a result, it is clear that accurate electronic maps cannot be used. Not only could he not determine his exact location, but he could not contact Frankenstein and borrowed strong "foreign aid".

-- I'm fighting alone.

However, that doesn't seem to be a bad feeling......

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo smiled slightly, turned around in a chic manner, walked to the only iron door in the cylindrical room, and soon stood in front of the door, holding the rusted doorknob, and twisting it vigorously.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, Zhang Luo looked speechlessly at the broken ball handle in his hand, then threw away the thing and kicked it on the rotten iron door.

"Bang!"

Under the powerful foot, the iron door fell without suspense, stirring up a puff of smoke and dust.

Zhang Luo, who used the "physical door opening method" to forcibly break down the door, walked out of the room full of corpse fragments, and was greeted by the black stairs leading to the top and bottom on the left and right sides, and a map hanging on the blood-drenched wall next to him:

"Left, up, 1F-7F."

"Right side, downside, 1F-B8."

"This building has eight floors underground?" Zhang Luo frowned slightly.

――If memory serves, this building has only six floors in the real world, and there is no basement at all, but in the inner world, it has become a situation of "seven floors above ground and eight floors underground".

So the question is, should I go up or go down first when I am on the first floor?

Zhang Luo didn't waste too much time on this question, and strode to the right and entered the descending staircase. (To be continued.) )