The morgue of the hospital was on the basement floor, and Su Zhu walked directly to the stairs in the dark and walked to the next floor. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoGenerally speaking, the morgue in the hospital is guarded by security guards, so Su Zhu is very cautious, trying to slow down his pace, not wanting to be noticed.

The room in the security room was still lit, especially in this dark place. Being able to work as a security guard in this kind of place naturally requires strong psychological quality and the ability to remain calm on any occasion, so this security guard is obviously also very good at entertaining himself, and the sound of some songs came out, echoing in the empty corridor.

Quietly passing through the security room, Su Zhu's eyes under the mask glanced at the inside, and then walked quickly, really like a black wind.

I don't know if it's because of some strange sixth sense, but the security guard, who was listening to music on the radio, seemed to notice something and turned his head suddenly.

It was pitch black, and there was no change from the past days, the security guard was an uncle in his thirties, he looked at the dark corridor carefully, and his expression became solemn.

He had also conceived of this situation when he was in this terrifying profession, but he had always admired science, and naturally he did not believe in the so-called ghost theory, in fact, he had always been like this, even if he was guarding the corpse, he had never been afraid.

But just now, he felt something.

In the dead of night, it was pitch black, and it was outside the morgue, so it was normal to be creepy, and people's attention at this time was usually several times that of usual.

Therefore, even if there is music in his ears, his spirit will be unnaturally tense, and he will listen carefully to every detail around him.

He had just heard a slight sound, like footsteps.

Is anyone coming? Who is it? He didn't know, but he didn't immediately shout or anything, because it would be a scareless.

The security guard was very steady, his ears were always paying attention to the faint footsteps, but he was humming a song in his mouth, pretending not to know anything. It wasn't until that cold wind blew that he really felt that there was really someone walking in the dark corridor behind him.

Is it human? Or what kind of cat or something? Or ...... Corpse? No, if the corpse comes out of the morgue, it must go out, not in the direction of the morgue at all.

That's who there is. The security uncle thought firmly, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead because of nervousness.

His excellent acting skills obviously concealed the mysterious visitor, and the security guard stood up lightly and patted his chest hard to cheer himself up.

He's going to catch the thief who sneaked in in the middle of the night, no matter what the other party's purpose is.

It's not because the security guard is angry that he wants to catch the other party with all his might, but because of fear.

He didn't turn off the music on the radio, and he didn't make any obvious moves, as any sudden movement might be noticed by the thief who had come in, so he gently put the stun baton on his waist.

Then walked out of the security room.

A cold wind blows in the face, and now it is autumn, and the autumn breeze blowing on the face every day is also particularly cool, but if there is a breeze blowing here, it will only give people a cold sense of horror.

The security guard touched the electric shock baton on his waist and calmed down. Although the chill crept up his spine unnaturally, no one could stop him from moving forward.

Almost tiptoeing, the security guard uncle walked through the dark corridors. The dark corridor he was used to in his usual days looked eerie and eerie at this moment, and the surrounding walls seemed to jump out of evil spirits - although he didn't believe in ghosts, it didn't hinder this terrible fantasy.

Finally, as if it was a difficult time, as if he had crossed some important hurdle, the security guard walked to the door of the morgue room, and at this time, he finally mustered up the courage to take out the mobile phone he had hidden in his trouser pocket, and shone it with the faint light, which he thought should not attract attention.

The light of the mobile phone was faint, but it was enough, and through this dim light, the security guard could see clearly the lock in the morgue.

The door of the morgue has always been locked by a large lock, and the metal door lock is very hard, and generally requires special equipment to cut it open, which is very safe.

The lock on the door is still very intact, and there is no sign of any movement.

What's going on? The security uncle was stunned, thinking that if he didn't break this door lock, it would be impossible to get in at all, how did the other party do it?

Is it really a ghost...... The security uncle quickly stopped this terrible fantasy, if there was really a ghost, he would have died ten thousand times, how could he still be so jumpy?

Although the door lock is intact, the security uncle is still not at ease, especially today when the body of a big man was sent in.

Although I don't know why the people around this big man are so anxious to cremate the body, I think there may be some special reason. Then it seems possible that someone will come over and attack the body at this moment.

Anyway, it would be better to go in and check it out. Thinking so, the security guard took out the key and opened the door of the morgue, and walked in gently.

He didn't notice that at the moment he stepped into the morgue, a black figure followed him, walking in one after the other, like a terrifying shadow.

The security guard checked the condition of the corpse and found nothing unusual, and finally he came to the body of the big man and uncovered the cloth covering the body of the big man.

Hey? The security uncle glanced at the corpse of this big man suspiciously, this is an old man, his death is a little different from a normal death, this old man has a deep wound in his chest, as if he has been stabbed by a knife, it is not a normal death.

Is there any terrible struggle involved? The security guard's imagination was brilliant, and he carefully covered the cloth again, as if he was afraid of alarming the dead man, and walked towards the outside of the morgue.

If no anomaly is found, then in the end, it will only be down to your own delusion. The security guard breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that after working here for a long time recently, people have become nervous, is it time to relax.

He walked out, turned back and locked the door to the morgue. However, just as he walked out and turned around, a pitch-black figure passed by him silently, like a ghost who came out of the Nine Shadows, disappeared into the dark corridor, and disappeared without a trace.

From beginning to end, it was like a ghost, Su Zhu left the hospital like this, and came to the noisy street, without alarming anyone.

As Su Zhu expected, Mr. Kong's body had a huge knife wound on his chest, which couldn't be compared with some myocardial infarction.

Standing under a street lamp that was not very bright, Su Zhu frowned, took off the mask on his face, and walked in the direction of his house.