Chapter 66: The Mortuary

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The heavy curtains seemed to block out all the light outside the window that tried to break through and enter the room, and it was so dark inside that even the lights were not turned on.

I held up my phone and used the LED light on it to take a look at the environment inside. There are a total of six beds in a symmetrical arrangement. These beds are all iron frame beds, and the white-painted iron shelves have severely faded. Put it on and put it on a neatly laid quilt that I don't know if it's white or beige.

Standard room configuration. My heart said.

Is this really for people?

"Hello, is anyone here?" I stood inside the door and knocked on the door and asked.

No one responded to me.

I frowned, and said to myself, should everyone go out? Thinking about it, I looked at the time on my phone. Ten minutes after half past four in the afternoon, it's not time to eat yet, right? That's weird. If this man has asked me to meet here, why is he not there?

I hesitated, and my heart said should I go out and wait for him? But when I think back to the strange environment in the corridor outside, and the thing that passed me twice, I really don't have the courage to stand outside and wait for this person to come back.

I started looking for the light switch by the door inside the room.

There is no light in the hallway, which can explain that the old man is slamming the door and wants to save on electricity bills. But if there is no light in the room, it will be a bit too much, right? And I just saw a light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the room.

After looking for a while, I felt a thread on the edge of the door frame. The thread hangs down the wall from above.

Damn, this switch still uses a pull cord. Do you dare to be a little more retro.

I pinched the rope and pulled it down, only to hear two crunching "ticks" and the light bulb on the ceiling to turn on.

Damn, it's still an incandescent lamp.

The blinding white light made my eyes sour and began to cry after finally getting used to the darkness. I subconsciously closed my eyes and raised my hand to block my eyes.

Two minutes later, I lowered my hand and opened my eyes. The instantaneous bright light exposure made me see a large spot of light in front of my eyes, but it didn't affect my vision. At least I can see 60 percent of the stuff. And it was in this 60 percent of my field of vision that I saw that the beds in front of me were full of people.

My first reaction was that they were all sleeping. The second reaction is that the first reaction is to fart.

The people lying on the beds were all covered with quilts. I've never seen anyone put their face in a quilt.

Dead person. There was a room full of dead people.

My subconscious tells me. This room is a morgue.

Since I came out of the thousand coffins, I have become much bolder. Because in my opinion, as long as it is a dead person who will not be transformed, it is not a good rice dumpling. Of course, this sentence was originally said by the fat man. But that doesn't stop me from using it as a reason to cheer myself up.

I slowly approached the two beds closest to me, and in my left hand I had reached for the Swiss Army knife that was with the keychain.

Truth be told, I wouldn't mind letting them die again if they dared to cheat them. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to hurt them with a knife in my hand that can't even stab a living person.

I walked to the edge of the bed, and the LED light on the back of the phone hit the head of the person lying on the bed, and I found that the person in front of me was not covered with a quilt, but a sheet.

I interrupted with a silent thought, and then reached out and gently picked the sheet over the man's face with the tip of my knife.

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment when the sheets were lifted. It's not that I'm scared by this dead man, it's true

Grandpa's, why is it an inflatable doll lying on the bed?

"Holy." I cursed, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The heart said that it should be that the incandescent light on the head was too bright, and I looked away.

When I opened my eyes, I looked at it carefully, and after reading it, I was still unwilling, and pulled down the sheet with the tip of the knife. The heart said that as a man, I can still see the truth and falsehood of some parts.

To be honest, even though I was subconsciously sure that it was an inflatable doll lying in front of me, my hand couldn't help but pull the sheet down. At this time, I didn't have the questioning mentality just now, but waited for the next scene with a pilgrimage mentality.

Speaking of which, I'm sure many people will scoff at my approach. But I'm sure that as long as it's a normal man, I should understand my mentality at this time.

I won't go into detail about some things here, you just need to know that what lies in front of me is really just an inflatable doll, and that's enough.

I breathed a sigh of relief, the boiling blood slowly receded, and reason began to reoccupy the high ground.

I began to lift the sheets from the rest of the hospital bed with a normal heart.

The second hospital bed, yes, is indeed an inflatable doll again. And it looks so familiar, that face seems to be made in the shape of the goddess in my mind. I shook my head, the reason why goddesses can become goddesses is because they are all gods. And God cannot be blasphemed.

I started walking towards the third bed.

To be honest, I subconsciously decided that the rest of the hospital bed was full of this kind of thing, so I almost did it with the nostalgic mood of a child secretly watching AV.

But when I lifted the sheets on the third bed, I was stunned.

It's a person lying there. What a dead man.

I couldn't react a bit, and I held the sheet high in my right hand, and the LED bulb of the phone in my left hand was still shining on the man's face. The whole person froze in place.

The face of the person in front of me was a perverted pale, and I could see thin lines of purple under the pale face. It seems like blood vessels or something.

This is a fucking pervert! I shook off the sheets I was carrying and took a few steps back. But I forgot that there was a hospital bed behind me, so I accidentally sat directly on the hospital bed.

The sensation from under my ass told me that the person lying on this bed must be a dead man.

Really, I was almost devastated in the face of this situation. If I were given a mirror now, I'm sure I'd see my hair standing on end.

"You're so afraid of the dead." Just as my bladder was about to collapse with my spirit, a voice rang out in the room.

I looked at the body I was sitting underneath me, almost reflexively.

"So cowardly, how could that dead fat man take a fancy to you." The voice said again.

"Who are you?" I asked. After asking, I figured it out. The fuck is that guy is setting up a game, and he's testing me.

"Who am I?" The voice asked rhetorically, and I heard a woman's voice again: "Aren't you looking for me?" ”

Hearing that it was a woman's voice, my tense nerves relaxed slightly, and I smiled bitterly: "Then why don't you come out too?" ”

"I'm above you."

"Above?" I was stunned for a moment, and then realized what she was referring to. Looking up, sure enough, a woman was hanging upside down from the ceiling. She was looking at me as I was looking at her.