Zheng Jieming and Guo Zhenlei no longer ignored the horror of going to the morgue, and rushed to the dark corridor without their lives. Behind them, the real zombie threat is unstoppable.

The two slammed open the door of the utility room, Guo Zhenlei turned around, locked the door, and then continued to run forward.

The zombies slammed on the door one after another, and all the zombies that came after them were piled up in the utility room.

Zheng Jieming ran to the L-shaped corner, where there should have been three doors: an open door to the backyard, a locked door to the morgue, and a final hidden door to the dispensing room, which was actually the place where formalin was stored and embalmed.

What made Zheng Jieming incomprehensible was that the door in the corridor that should have been open was locked!

And the door to the morgue, which was supposed to be locked from the inside, is now open!

"Why don't you run away!" Guo Zhenlei followed, and saw Zheng Jieming standing in place in a daze, feeling inexplicable, and when he pushed the door of the corridor, he was dumbfounded.

"This! This! Isn't this supposed to be on..."Guo Zhenlei's voice began to tremble.

Just then, there was a strange noise of metal grinding in the morgue.

The two of them suddenly fell silent and listened carefully.

The sound of metal grinding seems to be getting sharper and sharper, becoming the sound of metal sliding rapidly.

Boom!

There was a loud bang.

"Could this be the sound of a morgue sliding out?" Guo Zhenlei whispered.

Zheng Jieming didn't speak, his breath trembled, but at the same time he was thinking about the possible situation.

It's sliding again! This was followed by another loud bang!

There was a strange low sound in the morgue, Guo Zhenlei shone it with a flashlight, Zheng Jieming quickly stopped it and asked him to turn off the flashlight.

After a while, there were more loud noises, more and more low noises, and more and more morgues slid open.

A figure crawled out of the white door of the morgue.

"Do you believe in ghosts or zombies?" Zheng Jieming suddenly calmed down and asked Guo Zhenlei seriously, he noticed a stick standing by the wall.

"I believe... Ghosts. Guo Zhenlei's tongue was so frightened that he couldn't straighten it.

"I believe in zombies and people." Zheng Jieming said, grabbed the iron rod by the wall, crawled out of the morgue while there was no more thing, and hit the figure on the ground, the thing howled a few times and stopped crawling.

Zheng Jieming asked Guo Zhenlei's flashlight to shine on the figure that no longer crawled - the red of his eyes had not completely disappeared.

"So they're zombies, not ghosts!" Zheng Jieming returned the flashlight to Guo Zhenlei and closed the door of the morgue.

"You mean, the corpses in the morgue turned into zombies and crawled out?" Guo Zhenlei asked, he calmed down a little.

"That's right. And it's certainly artificial! The door to the morgue had been locked from the inside, but now it was open. In the dressing room of the morgue before, there must have been someone! Zheng Jieming frowned, thinking about who would do such a thing.

"Could it be the old man of the morgue? After all, it should be him who has the key to open the door. Guo Zhenlei guessed.

"What's in it for him to do this kind of thing? And it's been so long since the zombies broke out, why is he still staying here. Zheng Jieming couldn't figure out anyone's motive for staying here.

There was a terrifying crashing sound from the utility room, and the two hurriedly turned around the corner, only to find that the door was about to be slammed open......

Zheng Jieming and Guo Zhenlei were forced to retreat to the formalin room, surrounded by several strange corpse specimens, and in the middle there were several beds for embalming. There is a shelf on the side of the room with three rows of solvents, each in small kegs. In the deepest part of the room, there is also a square pool with what appears to be some strange liquid in it.

Formalin is actually formaldehyde, because formaldehyde can react with proteins and make proteins coagulate, so hospitals will use formalin as a means of embalming corpses. But this thing is very volatile and toxic, and it can cause damage to the human body.

As soon as the two entered the house, they covered their noses. Guo Zhenlei accidentally knocked over a standing corpse specimen, and the person and the corpse fell to the ground at the same time, Guo Zhenlei accidentally pinched the corpse's face, and his hand felt stiff and cold, and inelastic. Guo Zhenlei screamed in fright and struggled to get up from the ground.

It's so choking! It seems that he was either bitten to death by zombies or smoked to death by formalin. It's all death! Zheng Jieming thought.

Zombies swarmed to the door, huddled outside the formalin chamber. The door was suddenly slammed open by a group of corpses, and a zombie rushed inward, jumped into the formalin chamber, and fell to the ground, then trembling violently, his limbs stiffened, and his eyes lost their red.

The two looked at the large number of zombies outside the door in horror, feeling powerless. There is nowhere to hide in the room, there is no way to escape, and as long as this group of zombies pours in, the two of them will definitely be torn into meat sauce.

But there seemed to be something invisible blocking the doorway, and the zombies poked a few steps inside, and they all retreated little by little.

Occasionally, a few zombies came in deeper, and immediately convulsed and stiffened to the ground.

Zheng Jieming suddenly realized, he coughed while signaling Guo Zhenlei.

"It's formalin!"

Zheng Jieming didn't care about the toxicity of the liquid at this time, took a bucket of formalin from the solvent rack, unscrewed the lid and walked forward.

"You're crazy! Come back! Guo Zhenlei saw Zheng Jieming walking towards the group of corpses and hurriedly shouted.

If this trick works, you will die for a lifetime; If this trick doesn't work, it's all death!

Zheng Jieming made a heart, carried the formalin bucket, and continued to stride forward, the zombies obviously did not like to smell this smell - it should be said that they were disgusted and afraid of this smell, and they retreated one after another, not daring to approach Zheng Jieming.

Zheng Jieming boldly threw the bucket at the corpses, the solution spilled out, and the smell of formaldehyde in the air aggravated. The liquid-stained zombies in the front row let out extremely painful screams, and thick white smoke rose from the place where their limbs came into contact with formalin, and they fell to the ground one after another, no longer moving.

There's a play!

Zheng Jieming retreated to the formalin room, put down the bucket that had been half spilled just now, and walked away with a full bucket of formalin in his left hand, still carrying the iron rod he picked up from the morgue in his right hand, and he put some formalin on the head of the iron rod and put it in front of him.

"Guo Zhenlei! Keep up! Carry formalin! These bastards are afraid of this! ”

When Guo Zhenlei heard this, he immediately carried a bucket and followed behind Zheng Jieming, holding a flashlight in the other hand.

In the dark corridor, Zheng Jieming was in front and Guo Zhenlei was behind, and the two walked forward in fear.

The corpses surrounded both sides, and from time to time some zombies approached the two of them, sniffing with their noses, and some even opened their mouths violently and retracted their necks.

In a place where zombies are dense, Zheng Jieming covers his nose and mouth to avoid more formalin from touching his respiratory tract, he is worried that formalin will volatilize too quickly and lose its effect, so he walks as fast as possible. The zombies in front of them retreated one after another.

The two of them finally walked into the surgical building! Passing through the ghost gate of the morgue, the two saw the light again, but they did not dare to let their guard down at all. Guo Zhenlei closed the door after going out, hoping that the zombies could be trapped in the morgue.

Formaldehyde is extremely volatile, and the formalin solution in the hands of the two is constantly volatile, and the potency is also weakening.

"Where's the medicine warehouse!? Lead the way! Zheng Jieming turned around.

"Go to the hall first, then go up the third floor from the stairwell!"

The number of zombies in the stairwell decreased significantly, the two rushed up quickly, Guo Zhenlei led the way, and after going upstairs, the two turned right and found the drug warehouse. Guo Zhenlei found the duty desk, took out a bunch of keys from the drawer, and opened the warehouse door.

There are no zombies in the medicine warehouse! Zheng Jieming put down the formalin bucket, closed the lid, and turned out two empty boxes from the cabinet.

"You said that if you bring more formalin back, won't you have to be afraid of zombies in the future?" Guo Zhenlei also breathed a sigh of relief.

"That thing volatilizes quickly, and it hurts the human body too much, so I poisoned myself first when I turned around. At most, prepare a bucket and take it out when it is critical. The question is, do you still have the life to go back and get it? Zheng Jieming picked up a box of medicine, looked at the effect of the medicine carefully, and found that he didn't particularly understand, so he simply grabbed three or four boxes on a cabinet and put them neatly in the box.

"If they are afraid of formalin, highly volatile things like sulfuric acid may also have some effect." Guo Zhenlei pondered, he focused on finding the medicine for his mother, and then put the other medicines into the box.

"Are there any alcohol swabs or anything like that?"

"In the back shelf! There is no need to take the medicine in the refrigerator, and it is useless to take it! Guo Zhenlei replied.

The two of them each filled a box full of medicine, straddled their shoulders, and prepared to go out.

"How do you get there in a while?" Zheng Jieming felt that the smell of formaldehyde seemed to have weakened.

"There's a formalin bodyguard! Walk through the main building and walk through the main entrance? Guo Zhenlei trusts the timeliness of chemical preparations.

"Just kidding! I don't want to walk through the zombies anymore and feel like a girl going to sacrifice. Zheng Jieming felt completely unacceptable to Guo Zhenlei's idea.

Zheng Jieming thought about it, carried formalin, straddled the medicine box diagonally, knocked the zombie's head with an iron rod all the way, and walked to the ward next door. Inside the house was a corpse, with a cast on his left leg, lying on a bed covered with flies.

He changed to a room without a corpse, beckoned Guo Zhenlei into the house, closed the door, lifted the three-bed sheets, tore the sheets into long strips of cloth, and connected the six strips of cloth into a long rope.

"Come, hold on, try to have enough strength!" Zheng Jieming handed the rope to Guo Zhenlei at one end, and pulled it by himself at the other end to try whether the rope was strong enough.

"You're going to go down through the window?"

"Of course! This is only the third floor, if you don't take a shortcut from here and return the same way, wouldn't it be a death to walk through the gate! ”

Zheng Jieming wrapped the rope around the radiator and released both ends out of the window.

He stretched out his head and looked down, and downstairs happened to be the small courtyard of the morgue. The courtyard is still very quiet, and there are no zombies coming around.

The smell of formalin is almost gone, and there is no more stench from the nose. Outside the ward, there were more and more zombies, and they began to bang on the door violently.

Zheng Jieming decided to leave formalin in the hospital room.

"You go down first! Take it easy when you go down! Grab the two ropes together, or you'll fall straight down! Zheng Jieming greeted Guo Zhenlei.