I had to go to see him for the last time, and I ran like crazy to the hospital where Zhang Ke died. When I ran to the hospital, it was already night, and I tearfully inquired about the location of the morgue and found the old man who guarded the morgue. After explaining his intentions to him, the old man reasoned with me and walked towards the morgue.

On the way, the old man sighed and said, "It's a pity, it's just a semester in college and it's gone." I have been guarding the corpse for so many years, and I have become numb to death, but when I see his remains, I still can't help but feel uncomfortable. ”

I didn't cry anymore, but when I heard the old man say this, I saw that the morgue was not far away, and three large white characters were lying across the lintel, looking gloomy in the dim light. The thought of my good friend lying in it made me cry again.

When the old man saw it, he probably wanted to comfort me, and said to me: "Child, you can't cry in the morgue, because crying is disrespectful to the deceased and will make him uneasy." ”

I stood still and wiped my tears, but I couldn't dry them at all.

The old man was really sad when he saw me, and knew that good words and persuasion would backfire, so he simply scared me and said: "You really can't cry in the morgue, the soul of the person who just died is still wandering near the corpse, and there are still memories of the world and relatives, if you see you crying, it will stimulate its resentment, and it will always follow you." ”

Actually, I'm not afraid of any ghosts at all at this time, and besides, it's my good friend Zhang Ke, I believe that even if he becomes a ghost, he won't harm me. However, since the old man said so, I always have to give others a face, so I endured my sadness and reluctantly nodded.

The old man took me and continued to walk inside, and soon arrived at the door of the morgue, he opened the heavy door, pointed to the inside and said: "He just turned around yesterday, because the weather is cold, he will be cremated tomorrow, and his classmates came here today to say goodbye to the body, so he didn't put it in the freezer, just on a mortuary table inside, you go and see for yourself, say goodbye to your friends and come out, I will go to dinner first." When you're done, close the iron door, and I'll lock it after I've finished eating. ”

I thanked the old man gratefully, and watched him disappear into the deep hallway, and then stepped into the door of the morgue.

I didn't feel cold in the heavy snow outside, but when I walked into the morgue, I felt a biting cold, and I shivered.

It was the first time I had walked into a morgue where a dead man was kept, and it was me alone. Although I was not very bold, I didn't feel scared at this time, because my best friend was here, and I had come to say goodbye to him. At this time, I could not hold any other feelings in my heart except sadness and regret.

In the dim light, I could see clearly the morgue, which was lined with two rows of mortuaries neatly by the wall, the top empty, and a morgue bed in the middle, and a corpse covered with a white cloth lying on the door.

As soon as I saw that figure, I knew it was Zhang Ke, my good friend Zhang Ke, my Zhang Ke who I avoided for half a year because of low self-esteem. He was lying quietly on the cold morgue now, and he couldn't say to me in person that he could forgive me.

Instead of rushing at once, I stood trembling, tears blurring my eyes once more.

I don't know if it was a wind blowing from the doorway, or if my teary eyes were hallucinating in the dim light, I saw the white cloth covered with Zhang Ke move slightly.

Could it be that Zhang Ke is not dead? Such a whimsical thought came to my heart absurdly, and I felt a sense of surprise as if I was perverted.

I couldn't help blurting out Zhang Ke's name, and immediately rushed over and uncovered the white cloth covering the corpse.

However, Zhang Ke's eyes were closed. I gently stroked his face with trembling hands, cold and stiff, and the painful expression of convulsions from the heart attack was clearly visible on his face, and the lips and nose were slightly crooked, and the originally handsome face looked ugly because of the distortion.

Zhang Ke is indeed dead, what a cruel fact. My heart was like a tearing pain, and I had already thought of saying goodbye in my heart, but I couldn't say a word at this time, and tears were dripping down Zhang Ke's cold face. I rubbed Zhang Ke's face with both hands, hoping to correct his face shape. However, it was completely futile, and his face was already stiffened. I had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, I hate myself so much, I hate why I have avoided him for half a year because of low self-esteem, how sad he must have been in these six months, I really want to make up for my mistakes, but he is dead now, and everything is too late.

Zhang Ke is now punishing my mistakes with eternal silence, which makes me so sad. The only thing I can do now is spend more time with him.

My tears were dry, my nerves were numbed by the excessive grief, and I sat on the cold floor, leaning against the morgue in a daze, waiting for the old man who ran the morgue to come and chase me away.

I don't know how long it took, but I faintly heard a strange sound, very similar to the sound of opening the door. I suddenly came to my senses, thinking that the old man was coming, and I wanted to stand up, but my legs were numb from sitting stiffly for a long time, and I couldn't stand up for a while, so I had to turn my head to look.

I saw that the door of the morgue was slowly opening, accompanied by a dull "creaking" sound. The door opened extremely slowly, and through the crack in the open door came a cold wind, which was so obvious that the corners of the corpse cloth that hung from Zhang Ke's body fluttered. At the same time, the incandescent lights on the ceiling began to flicker and flicker, as if they were flickering on and off because of the unstable voltage.

My heart suddenly became nervous, for I suddenly remembered that the old man had sent me to the door and left, and that the door had not been closed when I had entered, and that the door had been closed now? Moreover, if it had been the old man who had come, he could not have opened the door so slowly. What makes me even more puzzled is that this morgue is in the basement of the hospital, which is airtight, how can a clear cold wind blow in at this time?

Could it be Zhang Ke's ghost? Just like the old man said, because my excessive sadness alarmed Zhang Ke's ghost?

I've heard that ghosts exist in this world, but I've never really seen them, and I haven't ever wondered if they're real. At this time, I suddenly thought of a ghost, and I thought it was Zhang Ke's ghost.

However, Zhang Ke's body lay quietly on the morgue without any abnormality. I began to get scared, my heart was beating faster, and I couldn't care about the numbness of my feet, so I quickly crawled to the empty morgue by the wall, hid under the morgue, and looked at the door in horror.

It took at least a minute for the door to open completely, and the speed with which it opened was frightening. I was already aware that this could not be the old man opening the door, so who could it be?

I lay under the morgue by the wall, looking in horror at the completely open doorway from below. However, no one walked in, and the incandescent lamp, which had been flickering all the time, had stabilized, and the wind was no longer felt, but the cooling was noticeable.

I lay on the cold ground, staring at the door without blinking, and waited for about five minutes, still without any movement. I wondered, and began to wonder if the door had really been blown open by the wind. Because, although it is a basement, there is also a fan in the basement, is it the wind blown by the fan?

I thought it might be so, so I was not so frightened, and was about to crawl out from under the morgue, when suddenly there was a sigh from the doorway, and the voice revealed a chilling resentment, and the incandescent lamp began to flicker frequently.

I held my breath in fright, trembling and lying under the morgue, looking at the door in horror, and soon saw a figure slowly walking in. Because the light was dim and flickering, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, and I could only vaguely see his figure, which was about the same height as Zhang Ke in my impression.

But he couldn't be Zhang Ke, because Zhang Ke's body was still lying on the morgue in front of me. Of course, it couldn't be the old man who managed the morgue, because the old man was short and thin, at least more than a head lower than this man.

So who could he be? Could it be a doctor in a hospital?

I didn't dare make a noise, let alone go out, so I looked at the man nervously.

I saw the man walking slowly towards Zhang Ke's morgue, his steps were slow and heavy, and he felt that it was very difficult to walk. And, as he got closer, a foul smell came faintly, very much like the smell of rotting flesh.

I was so busy covering my mouth and nose with my hands that I could almost hear my own heartbeat. Soon, the man walked to Zhang Ke's morgue, stood at the head of the bed and looked at Zhang Ke's body fixedly, looked at it for a while, and then turned to one side, just facing my side.

At this time, the incandescent light slowly stabilized again, and it just shone on the man's face, because I was not very far from him, about five or six meters, and I could see his face clearly at once.

Oh my God, where is the face of a living man? frighteningly white and lifeless.

Could this be the legendary ghost?

I was so frightened that I almost cried out, and tried to escape immediately, but I didn't dare, so I could only lie motionless under the morgue and look at him in horror......