Fear grabbed Feng Chen like a strong big hand, he just held the flashlight in one hand and the lid of the morgue in the other hand and froze in place, cold sweat wet the clothes behind Feng Chen, beads of sweat slowly slid down his forehead, Feng Chen's brain was blank, his teeth trembled and he slowly turned his head, but he saw a face appear on his left shoulder like this, his head slowly turned around, and his dark eyes stared at him quietly, "Who are you~~?"

.........

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a snap of my fingers, and it seemed like endless years, a wisp of consciousness finally woke up, a heavy squeeze came from all around the body, and the feeling of suffocation filled all perceptions, and the limbs involuntarily swayed and struggled, but they were all limited by the thick barriers.

Grunt grunt ~~

Feng Chen finally woke up, sat up suddenly, slammed into the lid of the cabinet above his head, his body sank again involuntarily, and his mouth was immediately filled with pungent liquid as soon as he opened, rushing straight to his throat and trachea, almost choking to death.

Finally calmed down, spit out the liquid in his mouth, Feng Chen looked around in shock, there were no five fingers in the small space, but he clearly heard the sound of the liquid flowing and hitting the surrounding obstacles, Feng Chen tried to push it up, squeaked, and opened a hole obliquely on it, Feng Chen saw that there was a play, and his other hand also pushed the lid open at the same time.

Feng Chen stood wet next to the morgue, yes, the place where Feng Chen just climbed out was the morgue in the classroom, but the difference was that it was full of pungent liquid, and this smell he couldn't be more familiar with - formalin solution.

Feng Chen rummaged through his pockets and found that his belongings were still there, but the flashlight and mobile phone were probably no longer usable. Feng Chen was not depressed, but thinking of what was happening now, he was puzzled.

When that face appeared on Feng Chen's left shoulder just now, he was really scared so much that he couldn't even resist a little, or even scream. In that case, Feng Chen didn't feel that his limbs were soft and he could make any effective resistance and struggle.

Yes, when he was helpless and ready to be killed, a pair of hands dragged him into the morgue, and then he was unconscious and had just woken up.

Is it the other self that is helping you?

Feng Chen leaned against the side of the morgue, his brows squeezed together into a Sichuan character, and he didn't care about the pungent smell on his body, thinking bitterly. But there are too few useful clues, and he can't analyze anything, so he has no choice but to put them aside and think about where he is now.

At this time, Feng Chen was probably numbed by the stimulation of a series of twists and turns, and he stretched out his hand to grope in the morgue without hesitation, he clearly remembered that when he was dragged into the morgue, he was still holding the fruit knife that had not worked so far.

Aha, I touched it.

Feng Chen took the knife and shook it in the air a few times, shaking off the formalin solution on it, and then he had time to take a good look around.

Through the faint light, I found that this is still the dissection room of the teaching entrance, but the big difference is that it seems that a lot of time has passed here, with messy tables, half-inclined chandeliers, and dirty curtains, which seem to have been washed by the tide of time, and everything has become old and old.

Crunch~~

Feng Chen walked to the lampholder in the classroom and was about to try to open it to see if there was a store, but at this moment, a throbbing made him stop moving. Somehow, he felt that if he turned on the lights at will, it would lead to unforeseen consequences.

Feng Chen lightly bypassed the tables and chairs in the corridor of the classroom, and was about to leave through the back door of the classroom, going out to see if it was the same outside, but at this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from the podium. In such a quiet environment, Feng Chen, who originally thought that there was no one else, was shocked and fierce, and his cold hair suddenly rose, he did not shout, but quickly squatted down and took out the fruit knife, and then looked in the direction of the podium through the gap between the tables and chairs.

Feng Chen is not no longer afraid, but he has experienced a lot, and the upper limit of his bearing has increased, and his trembling hands and the Adam's apple that keeps swallowing saliva and moving up and down all show his external strength and middle stem.

Suppressing the constant fear and nervousness in his heart, Feng Chen looked patiently for a while, but did not find anything abnormal, and there was no movement after the strange voice sounded for a while. Feng Chen stayed quietly for about ten minutes, and after finding that there were really no moths, he leaned against the wall and moved to the podium little by little.

He held the fruit knife in his right hand and kept it in front of his chest at all times, and his left hand was clenched into a fist, ready to react effectively the moment another accident happened. He first walked around the podium, but found nothing unusual, and the moment he looked up, he suddenly noticed that something seemed to be written on the blackboard in white chalk, and he hurried over to it, and read it word by word with his face close to the blackboard (the light was too dim to see anything if he was far away).

There are not many words on the blackboard, only five words in total, but the font is really a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and you really don't want to recognize it if you don't recognize it carefully. Feng Chen looked at the words on the blackboard and fell into deep thought, there is no doubt that the strange sound just now is the sound of chalk when writing on the blackboard, if it is normal, unless it is a great habit, the book on the blackboard is not so clear and audible, but in such an environment, any subtle sound can be amplified, and it may even be heard if a needle falls on the ground.

"Give him back"

What do these five words mean? The voice just came out, that is, these words were not here in the first place, but some unknown force had just revealed them here, and this was a hint to me? Could it be that everything I experienced was deliberately controlled by someone? I became a guinea pig in someone else's experiment?

The more Feng Chen thought about it, the more angry he became, a wave of anger surged into his heart, the clay man still has three points of urine, he naturally can't allow someone to and pee on his head unscrupulously, if there is a chance, he must make the mastermind behind the scenes pay the price!

But it's a bit too early to think about this, if he doesn't survive this incident, then it's all in vain. Feng Chen settled down, and then savored these five words, he already had a rough idea in his heart, what he wanted to find and return, but the key was that he didn't even have a clue, how easy was it to complete it?

Feng Chen was thinking about the meaning of these five words, but he didn't find one thing that was enough to think of the creepy thing later, that is: why did he think that these five words were written to him, and why did he think that these five words must be related to whether he could live or not?

The subtle influence, the hint without a trace, seems to have been pushing, pushing him step by step from the depths of Feng Chen's subconscious, making him believe and convince himself, and he himself is not aware of it!