Hu Zongren asked Political Commissar Liang, where is your morgue, and is the scene still the same as it was at the beginning? Political Commissar Liang shook his head and said, the scene must not be left unattended all the time, because there are still the bodies of the deceased inside. But since that incident, our medical staff have not been alone in the morgue, but several of them have gone to work together. Although our hospital did not tell the new medical staff about the specific situation, we always felt that since something strange happened, so many people could take care of each other together. The morgue is located on the second annex of our surgical building.

I asked Commissar Liang, attached to the second floor? Isn't that the garage where we parked our car before? Political Commissar Liang said yes, because if there is a patient in the ward, it will be transported directly to the garage through our elevator with a large space, and sometimes if the patient's family has contacted the funeral home when the patient dies, there is no way to move the body out of the gate in full view, the Chinese pay attention to avoiding light after death, so we use a quilt to cover the face of the deceased. If you go directly from the garage, it will be much more convenient, and it will also avoid being seen by other patients or family members, which will increase their psychological burden. Political Commissar Liang paused and said, think about it, people who are sick and hospitalized are under great pressure in their hearts, and there are patients who have passed away in three days, and other patients seem to be seeing their own future when they see all this. Hu Zongren nodded and said, yes, if you don't always comfort those terminally ill patients, you have to maintain a good attitude. Fuck you, it's easy to say, having this disease is like a death sentence, it's okay to have a good time, every day since I learned about the disease, I'm waiting for death, can the psychological pressure not be great.

Although Hu Zongren's words are not good, I must admit that what he said is the truth. Someone in my family has also passed away due to a terminal illness, so I know how painful it is to wait. I even thought that if one day I were unfortunate enough to suffer from a similar illness, as a person who had long been accustomed to seeing life and death, I would be able to wait in peace and bear everything in silence. Later, I also had my own answer, I felt that I couldn't do it, people are squandering when they have health and beauty, and they don't even think that all this is beautiful, and when these are gradually moving away from you knowing the way, you only realize its preciousness at this time.

Hu Zongren stood up and said to Political Commissar Liang, "Sir, if you don't bother, I hope you can take us to the morgue." Political Commissar Liang looked embarrassed, he said a little hesitantly, I have worked in the hospital for so many years, and I rarely go to the morgue, although I am a soldier, I still resist that kind of cold death, but since I am in charge of this matter, I have no reason to let you go by yourself. After saying that, he stood up, closed the lid of the computer he was sitting on, then picked up his hat and said to us, please, a few people.

We followed Political Commissar Liang out of the office together, on the way Hu Zongren and I passed by Zhao Jing's side, the two of us still didn't give her a good look, her embarrassment made me feel particularly enjoyable, all this is to blame on herself, no matter how we know each other, the only thing we can't tolerate is to be deceived, and it is deceived in this way. When passing by the security guard at the door, Commissar Liang stopped and asked us, did you register for a visit just now? I said yes, the security guard asked for it. Political Commissar Liang said to the security master, you find out the records, this visit must be deleted.

After all, it's good to be an official, just because of this military uniform and official rank, the security master began to become very respectful, compared to the previous attitude towards me and Hu Zongren, he was simply not a person. I can't help but feel funny, and I also understand why Commissar Liang wants to do this, because this is not a glorious thing after all, and he himself may also be secretly tasked with it, so it is better to avoid suspicion.

The straight-line distance from the office to the surgical building is several hundred meters, but because of the boxy terrain of the military hospital, we turned several times along the road before we arrived, and after arriving at the lobby on the first floor of the surgical building, the six elevators in parallel were lined up with all kinds of people, some wearing hospital gowns with anxious faces, and some holding flowers or fruits in their hands to visit patients, and everyone had their own hearts in their hearts. Commissar Liang pressed the button to go downstairs, and after waiting for a few minutes, one of the elevators came, and the people inside rushed out, and we crowded into the elevator. Many people who were worried that there would be no place to go upstairs also followed us down, and it was a very long elevator in the car, so it is not difficult to imagine that this length was so that the deceased who were lying on the bed could enter the elevator smoothly. Hu Zongren may be because of his nature, he actually asked me directly in the closed and quiet elevator, this elevator is so long, maybe it is because sometimes the relationship between the dead is released. I coughed twice and hummed lightly to ask him not to ask in front of so many patients, but this guy didn't seem to understand what I meant, but smiled and said, If Yao Ming comes in, it may not be enough to lie down, haha.

After arriving at the second floor, a few of us got out of the elevator under the disgusted and disdainful gaze of everyone. Commissar Liang led us down a small dark passage around the corner, stomping our feet to turn on the lights. At the end, he pointed to a double door and said, "This is our morgue."

Then he knocked on the door, and a woman wearing a blue antibacterial suit and a maternity hat and mask came to open the door, much like a milkman in a dairy factory. The other party saw that it was Political Commissar Liang who came with someone, although he looked at us a little surprised, but he didn't ask anything, thinking that maybe we were the family of a deceased or something. When we all entered the house, we found three medical staff in the same clothes. Political Commissar Liang said to one of them that we need to know about the situation of the store, and these people are assisting in the investigation, which is a confidential task, and I hope they can avoid it a little. That's the good thing about being an official, you only need to give orders, you don't need to explain the reason. Several medical staff took off the milky white rubber gloves on their hands and walked out of the morgue back and forth, and the last one to leave closed the door very intimately.

With the sound of the door closing, there was silence in the morgue. Political Commissar Liang looked nervous, he opened his hands and patted his thighs and said, Everyone, this is it, what you need to investigate can just start. I took a closer look at the layout of the morgue, which was about 100 square meters, with a laboratory table in the middle with various instruments such as microscopes and something, and on one side of the wall facing the laboratory table was a filing cabinet densely packed with many boards for holding documents, and on the other side was a washbasin, a sterilizer, and something that looked like a beer freezer. I took a closer look, and there were some small bottles and jars for laboratory tests, and there were all kinds of fleshy things in them, and I didn't need to look closely to know that they were some parts of the corpse. There are also things like ashtrays and test tubes that are placed in the freezer with some liquid in them and labels on the outside, which are supposed to be used for laboratory tests. On the other side of the room, directly opposite our entrance door, was a whole wall-mounted drawer, all of which were made of stainless steel, and judging by the temperature-regulating dashboard and lock-on handles outside, these cabinets were used to store corpses.

Other than that, the lights in the morgue are those rows of fluorescent tubes, which are well-lit and cover a wide area, and I guess that's because it's a basement and there are no windows. In the corners of the room were small sliding beds, from which the corpses were transported in the first place. I asked Political Commissar Liang, which is the smoking corpse that the medical staff encountered before?

Political Commissar Liang probably didn't expect us to play such a heavy game at the beginning, so he pointed to the row of freezer drawers and said, it's drawer No. 10. I nodded, and instead of opening the drawer, I pulled out my compass and looked at it clockwise from the point where I entered. Hu Zongren was also looking around, when he paced to Zhao Jing's side, his eyes did not look at Zhao Jing, but as if she was something, blocking him, so he reached out to protect her shoulder and pushed Zhao Jing aside. I thought it was funny when I looked at it, but this action made Zhao Jing completely unbearable, she began to say to Hu Zongren angrily, okay, you are angry enough, if there is anything unpleasant, just say it!

Zhao Jing's voice was very loud, causing a burst of echoes in a quiet, narrow and sealed environment. Hu Zongren still said coldly, who dares to be angry with you, aren't you afraid of being followed and assassinated, this girl, please dodge aside, my old Hu is stinky, it's not good to make you smelly. Although he said such things, Hu Zongren still didn't look at Zhao Jing. After seeing all this, Political Commissar Liang looked at me with his eyes, as if to say, what's the matter with these two people, why are they still quarreling? I made a shushing gesture to Commissar Liang, then shook my head and said, you don't care about it, this is a personal grudge between us.

Zhao Jing was so angry that she looked like she was about to cry, she said to Hu Zongren, I didn't want to do this by following you, I have been following you for many days, haven't you noticed that you have done the same, and I haven't done anything to you. Hu Zongren sneered and said, How do I know if your group of people are perverts or voyeurs, when the things here are over, maybe I will find someone to follow you, you have to know Lu Dao, my wife is the only daughter of a no-road leader, if she wants to play yin, can I still be afraid of you.

Zhao Jing stopped talking, just got angry on the side. Hu Zongren still didn't look at her and said, I said, girl, you either take out your housekeeping skills to help, or you can wait for us to go out, don't get in the way here, why are you standing here motionless, do you want to be a security guard. Zhao Jing left the place where she stood before, but walked to a seat, sat down angrily, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and looked at Hu Zongren with an unhappy expression.

At this time, I was almost finished, and standing in front of freezer No. 10, there was an irregular beating on the compass, and this way of beating meant two things, the first was that there were indeed traces of a ghost here, and the second was that the ghost was struggling, and as for what was tangled, I guess it was probably thinking about whether to leave or stay. So I said to Hu Zongren:

"Come here, there's going on here."