I don't know where this old man is going to pull me, I just feel that I feel colder and colder, and the cold aura around me is getting heavier and heavier, but I don't think I can pull it far before stopping.

Then I heard the old man's door shut, and then I heard him humming a little song, and the sound of the cloth shoes under his feet faded away, and there was silence all around.

What this old man did seemed so natural, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to this kind of life.

Maybe I have a psychological problem and feel that I am lying in a hospital bed very abruptly, but this old man does not care at all, and it seems that this is not the first time this has happened.

"Save ...... Help, save ...... Not! ”

I could hear the shout clearly, but how could the old man not hear it?

Could it be that only I can hear this cry? A tingling sensation hit my cranial nerves and made me almost collapse.

I quietly lifted a white cloth and felt a ray of light stinging my eyebrows, I was startled, opened my eyes suddenly, and found that it was the wall lamp on the wall that was shining, so I was relieved.

Peeking in, I found that there was a wall lamp illuminating, and the surroundings were miserable. The floor and walls are not decorated, and the cement surface is directly visible.

On the left is the wall, and on the right is a row of iron-framed beds like mine, covered with white cloths, and as far as the eye can see, a row of bare, white-flowered feet.

Nima, I was so scared that I almost cried out.

Poke your head out and take another look, there is actually a large pool in this room, the large pool is divided into several small pools, all of which have covers, and on the top of the wall above the covers, there are several hoists similar to electric hoists, but they are wooden, and it has been like this for some years.

The crane hung a thick iron hook, presumably used to hook a corpse.

Looking at these hooks, my eggs hurt, after the death of the Nima people are not as good as dogs, the corpses are used to hook, and they are decisively defeated.

The pool was filled with a clear liquid, and I could tell that it was definitely not water, and I could smell that the pungent smell I smelled outside was from the liquid in this pool.

This liquid should be called formalin, right?

I didn't know that the smell was coming from formalin, but I did know that the liquid that soaked the corpse was called formalin.

I even saw two corpses left inside and soaked, and the soaked and white skin was greasy and greasy to look at.

After making sure that there were no other living people here, I lifted the white cloth, rolled over and got out of the hospital bed, frowned and glanced at the hospital bed I had just visited, and did not dare to reach out to remove the white cloth.

The bulging thing was still lying there, giving me a feeling of extreme unease.

I looked at the pale feet sticking out of the beds, and especially noticed that the two corpses were lying in the uncovered pool, and the slightly open mouth of the male corpse seemed to have something to say.

Some people say that ghosts are the scariest when they appear, and I would say that it's special, but it's the scariest when you're with a group of dead people, like me at this time.

I fought back the fear in my heart and slowly turned around this morgue.

The cold room was filled with the pungent smell of corpses and formalin, and I tore off my clothes to cover my mouth and nose, and looked at the rows of shelves covered with plastic bags, some covered with white cloths.

There are no less than thirty corpses parked in the narrow morgue, and they all say that the medical school has a shortage of corpses, why don't I see it at all?

I walked slowly through the morgue, the breathless sound of help echoing intermittently throughout the morgue, the echo interfering with my judgment again and again, and when I frowned and listened carefully, I could not hear the cry again.

Where the hell is it? If you want to shout, you will continue to shout, snorting for a long time, scary and inaudible, making my heart tremble, what is this called?

I looked at the row of feet lying on the bed, slowly walked to the position of the first corpse, lifted the white cloth and took a look.

The deceased was a middle-aged man of unknown age, his face was already soaked and pale, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he was about to say something.

I hurriedly put on the white cloth again and lifted the white cloth on the second bed.

It's an old woman, with miserable white skin, and she looks very infiltrating.

My hands trembled, and I covered it with a white cloth.

There will definitely be no living people in this whole row.

I turned my gaze to the corpses wrapped in plastic bags, and my head ached.

You can't unravel them one by one to see if there are any living people, right?

"Tong Nan?"

I let out a low cry.

At this time, I realized that I was really special, was my brain frightened, and even forgot the basic function of speaking.

My voice echoed in the empty morgue, hoarse and unpleasant, as if the voice had changed its tone in this strange space, and even I was startled,

Fortunately, as soon as my shout came out, it seemed to be answered, and the muffled cry for help seemed to change the audio to "Ou...... Ning ......"

I poke! It's really Tong Nan!

I lifted my spirits and looked around for the source of the sound.

'Click, click'

At two sounds, I was so frightened that I turned over and got under the bed of the row of corpses, my eyes fixed on the big iron door of the morgue.

'Click, click! ”

Two more sounds, I was stunned, no, this sound seemed to come from inside the morgue.

I slipped out from under the bed again, looked around, and when my eyes fell on the separated pool, I noticed a difference in one of the covers.

There are loops of rope tied to this rectangular cover!

"Tong Nan?"

I shouted again in the direction of the cover.

"Click, click!"

The cover moved twice.

I immediately stepped on the edge of the pool and ran over in three steps and two steps, clasping the cover with both hands and lifting it hard.

Uncle, the force is too small, but he didn't open it.

Annoyed, I grabbed the cover with both hands and flipped it over.

'Wow', a sound of water sounded, I tilted my head to look, a split head scattered, soaked all over the body, like the soup chicken was tied to the cover, I turned over with the cover board, I took a closer look, this is not Tong Nan or which?

"Tong Nan? Tong Nan? ”

I yelled at her twice.

"Poof!" Tong Nan opened his mouth and sprayed formalin on my face.

Formalin? Soaking here for so long, why is Tong Nan still alive?

I took a look at this pool, and it wasn't formalin, it was clear water! R1148