I grabbed my backpack and took a step back. The corpse sat up straight in front of me, creaking at its joints. I couldn't help but weaken my legs, I used my right hand to hold on to the cold wall, and hurriedly ran to the outhouse, the outhouse was dark without lights, and my flashlight shone on the large row of chairs by the wall, where were the 34 family members? In front of me was a dark and rusty iron door, and I struggled to run over and grab the frame, and shook it twice, but the iron door was locked with chains from the outside! The iron door was shaking from me, and dust was falling from the top of my head, and I smelled a musty, damp rust in my nose.

At the same time as I shook the door vigorously, the light bulb in the room where the corpse was placed and the flashlight in my hand exploded with two consecutive "bangs". It was pitch black before my eyes. I turned around and took a step back, my back pressed against the cold gate, my fingers covered in rusty slag from the gate, and my nose smelled cold and damp.

What about the plastic gloves I just wore on my hands?

My heart pounded, almost in my chest, in my throat. I can't hear anything. Stretched out his hands and swung twice in front of him, only to feel that he had hit something warm. Why can't you even hear the old man's corpse walking?

My eyes widened in horror, there was darkness in front of me, I could not see anything, I felt a pressure in my chest, and I seemed to hear a coherent and piercing sound of electricity in my ears, and I cried: "Ah! Unable to support his legs any longer, he sat on the cold ground at the door.

I only felt cold, the tips of my fingers seemed to be frozen ballast, and my body struggled to move, at this time, the mobile phone fell out of my pocket, and suddenly fell to the ground, clicked, and the flash of the mobile phone lit up for a moment. A strange sound sounded in my ears, as if the "old ......" in my throat was mixed with hoarseness and screeching noise, and in an instant, I felt the pressure in my chest quickly begin to subside. There was a light in front of me, and gradually my ears heard the voice.

"Doctor, doctor?"

I looked at it, and it was the son of the dead patient, who was crying out to himself with concern.

I looked at myself again, and saw myself standing in the morgue hut with a thermometer in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, and in front of me was a motionless and dead patient on the stone platform.

"Ahh I replied blankly, stunned.

"Doctor Meng, you've been in a daze." The patient's son said. "My father's body temperature just cooled down suddenly. Are you alright? ”

I quickly glanced at the corpse in front of me, which was getting cold through the thin plastic gloves. The body gradually began to become cold and stiff, and the corpse's hair stood on end. It looks long.

I couldn't help but feel weak, my head buzzed, and my legs didn't obey. He pressed the edge of the stone platform with his right hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Your father is gone, you have to mourn." With that, he stumbled out of the morgue door. The atmosphere didn't dare to breathe, and he didn't dare to turn his head back, and he returned to the bright department office in a trance.

What was it just now?

Hallucinations?

How is it so real? The chilling eyes, the broken flashlight of the corpse that sat up, the dark morgue......

That's right, a flashlight.

Why isn't it on you? It must have been lost there.

That's impossible! It must be my hallucination, it must be!

I took off my gloves in a panic, and I was dumbfounded, there was a pile of rusty scum in my hands wearing gloves!

I stumbled over to the faucet, panicked as I washed the rust off my hands, and another thought came to my mind!

With this thought in my heart, I sat on the chair in the office, slowly dried my hands, took out my mobile phone from my pocket tremblingly, and clicked a few times before opening the photo gallery of the camera on my phone: a virtual shape with no facial features, it should be said to have facial features, hideously twisted on a photo with a dark background!

I glanced at the time of the photo: 21:13 minutes and 20 seconds.

Looking up again, on the white walls of the office, the time is 21:18.

My hands shook, and my phone clicked and fell to the ground.

At this point, I have no more doubts, hell I'm in for hell!