The 'person' behind the door has not moved, and the whole person is in the dark, and I can't see him clearly at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info can roughly see that this person is wearing an off-white hospital gown, about 1.7 meters tall, and is a man.

This is not a hospital, why are you wearing a hospital gown? I thought to myself.

After shouting a few more times, but the man still didn't reply, I felt strange, so I stood up and walked towards the door step by step, with both hands clenched into fists, ready to take precautions.

After approaching, the whole person breathed a sigh of relief. It's nothing more than a medical dummy, made of plastic models, and in the dark it looks like a real person. It's just that the appearance of this model is indeed a little terrifying, with round eyes and black beads, a big mouth, and a thick face, and it will make people panic if they put it anywhere at night, let alone this morgue.

There are many equipment rooms in schools with this model, and teachers often use them as tools to explain in class, so that students can understand the structure of the human body.

Now that I am desperate to get out of the morgue, I find myself getting colder and colder, and if I don't leave, I will faint here. But the iron door was locked tightly from the outside, and I couldn't do anything about it.

I tried to shout for help, but no one paid any attention to me, maybe the morgue was too remote and there was no one around. I don't know if the master who guarded the morgue lived here, but I had met this master once, it was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, and he had met him in a hurry when we were doing experiments, and he sent us corpses. At that time, everyone was focused on the corpse covered by the white cloth, and few people paid attention to him, and I just glanced at him casually.

"Smack!"

In the silent room, there was a soft sound behind me, which frightened me to turn around in a hurry, only to see the corpse covered by the white cloth on the iron bed, and the hand suddenly slipped out, hitting the sound of hitting the iron bed.

The hand was a woman's hand, very slender, with slender fingers, and very white, different from the white of people, more like a thick layer of foundation, and like frozen meat, which seemed to have ice beads on it.

I was overwhelmed by the sudden slipping out of my hand, and I wanted to go up and help and help me back on the bed, but I was a little scared. In normal times, I would not be so timid, but the atmosphere in this morgue is too oppressive and tense.

I have also touched this kind of corpse that has been frozen for a long time, after all, every student cannot escape the use of a scalpel during the experiment, and I remember the first time I dissected it, my hands were shaking. After the experiment, I didn't eat a bite of meat for a whole week, let alone go back to the pot, and I wanted to vomit when I saw it.

After a long hesitation, I finally lifted my foot and walked slowly. In any case, people are dead, but there must be a minimum of respect for the body of the deceased.

Standing beside the iron bed, I stretched out my hand and gently held the wrist of that hand, as soon as I touched it, it was like grabbing a piece of ice, the temperature was very low, and my hand felt a kind of cold to hot pain.

Lift a corner of the white cloth, gently place that hand on the bed, and then put the white cloth down. The process was very simple, but when I put down the white cloth, the strength was a little greater, and the whole cloth was pulled by me, and the woman's head was exposed. I hurriedly lowered my head, not daring to look directly.

Many people say that dead people are the same as falling asleep, but this statement is really only for people who have just died. And for the corpse that has been dead for more than a few days, or even stopped in the morgue, and frozen, the appearance of the deceased is very scary. Loose skin is like a piece of cloth, thin skin and bones, the skin is tight after long-term freezing, and the mouth is generally open.

Thinking of this, I didn't dare to touch the white cloth again. But I thought that if there was no white cloth to cover the face of the corpse, I was afraid that I would not be able to control myself to look at it.

So, I turned my head and carried a corner of white cloth and gently covered the corpse's head, and I didn't see the face the whole time. After seeing that everything was complete, my hanging heart fell to the ground slightly.

But just as I was about to leave, the hand I had just put back on the bed suddenly stretched out from the white cloth and grabbed me. I grabbed it very hard and locked my hand firmly.

I was stunned by this sudden move, and in my panic, I kept tugging, trying to get rid of it. But that hand was like a plice, and I couldn't get rid of the hand that grabbed me, and I felt like my hand was about to be pinched off if I pushed too hard.

Seeing that I couldn't get rid of it, I wanted to see what the situation was and why the corpse moved.

The white cloth was all pulled away by me, and a woman in a white filial piety dress was lying on the bed, I looked at my head, shocked, and the whole person seemed to forget the fear, and was stunned in place, staring at the woman's face blankly.

"Lady of the Skin?"

The lepers, in the tomb of King Nammer, have been following us, depriving many people of their lives. I remember her too deeply, I'm afraid it will be hard to forget in this life.

It's just, why, the tomb of King Nammer is thousands of miles away, why did the lepers appear here. I blinked vigorously, wondering if I was mistaken.

It was indeed a leprosy girl on the iron bed, and this was the first time I had seen her up close. No matter how you look at it, she looks like a little sister next door, in her twenties, with smooth and delicate fair skin, and a delicate face with a hint of innocence. Although it is not a beautiful embryo, it is very attractive.

When I look at my hands again, there is too much difference between them and the skin on my face, but I can't think of that much at this time.

The leprosy girl closed her eyes, really like a woman who had slept in the past, and slept very fragrantly, with a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth. It's just that this smile is very cold to me, as cold as in the tomb of King Nammer, which will kill me at any moment.

Now, I can't calm down at all and wonder why the leper girl is here, this hellish place, it's so abnormal, for a while, I can't explain it at all, leave, I want to leave urgently.

I pulled the leprosy girl's fingers hard, trying to get rid of them, but the fingers were like steel, and they were as soft as skin, and the hard lines did not move.

At that moment, the closed eyes of the leatic girl suddenly opened, leaving me unprepared, and we just looked at each other. I can't escape, I can't fight, at this moment, for some reason, I actually gave up any resistance, and stood beside the leprosy girl very dementedly.

The lewd girl looked at me and sat up slowly, her other hand pinching my neck, my throat was itching, I couldn't breathe, and tears flowed out. I found myself suffocating to death, but I didn't even resist in the slightest. Her eyes looked at the leprosy girl very quietly, and she slowly lost consciousness.

Just when I thought I was dying, I suddenly felt a pain in my neck, and I was completely unconscious. I knew it was someone behind me who knocked me out.

When I opened my eyes again, I was weak and had a high fever, and it seemed that I was indeed sick. And the neck is particularly painful, and when I touch it, it seems to be swollen.

I looked at where I was lying, this wasn't my dorm. The room was small, very messy inside, and everything was placed. Clothes and trousers are littered, light bulbs are old and covered with cobwebs, and there is a kitchen in a small room with pots and pans on low wooden tables.

"Are you awake?"

The door to the room was pushed open, and a man walked in with a low and hoarse voice. Isn't this man the master who guards the morgue? Could it be that he saved me in the end?

The man had a full beard and messy hair, like a chicken coop, and was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. With a bucket of water in his hand, the man put the bucket aside and walked slowly towards me.

I wanted to speak, but I couldn't make a sound after a few chirps in my mouth. When the man saw me like this, he stretched out his hand to stop me, took the ladle of water, and gave me some water, and I felt a little better.

"Master, did you save me?" As soon as I spoke, I began to cough, my voice became hoarse, and I tried to get up, but I was weak.

"Save you?"

The middle-aged man glanced at me, shook his head, turned around, and gathered around the small stove, as if he was about to boil water, and did not look back, just busy with him.

Seeing that he ignored me, I tried to sit up with my back against the bed. After seeing me sit up, the man turned around, looked at me and said in a low voice: "You are now the three fires are uncertain, the yang qi is weak, and the yin qi is invading, it is best not to move, lie down and rest for a while." ”

I know I'm sick, and I'm really weak now, and as a doctor, I don't usually say that when I see a patient. The words of the middle-aged man are more like a Taoist priest.

Could it be that he also understands Taoist things?

What happened in the morgue, looking back now, is more like a dream, and if it weren't for the fact that my neck was still hurting, I would have thought it was a dream.

But this thing is too mysterious, why is the lewd girl here? Did she follow us all the way? Is this possible?

If this happens, I won't be the only one who will have an accident, after all, so many people entered the mausoleum in the first place.

At the moment, my brain is like a mess, and I can't think of anything clearly. I still don't know, did I really show up in the morgue? Is it really sleepwalking? Looking at the middle-aged man who had already started chopping vegetables, I really had too many questions to ask him, because only he knew where to save me.