The muffled sound of the heavy iron door when it landed also attracted the attention of the subordinates who were close their eyes and meditate in their minds at the staircase not far away.

What was that?

Slowly opening his eyes, his subordinates turned their gaze in the direction of the approximate source of the sound.

The movement just now looked like something was slapping on the ground.

What's the situation?

He frowned in confusion, not knowing what was going on in his subordinate's mind at this time, but after hesitating for a moment, he suddenly took a step and walked straight into the darkness ahead.

At the same time, on the other side, Lao Meng, who had just suffered the catastrophe of Mount Tai, was also in the endless corridor on the third floor, trying his best to find his subordinates.

Damn! Where the hell did this little cub go?

Complaining in his heart, Lao Meng casually found an unlocked room, pushed open the door, and looked inside.

"Anyone!"

Standing at the door, he asked loudly into the room, and when no one answered, he didn't linger too long.

Turning around and closing the door, he wanted to find another place.

At this moment, the door that had just been brought by Lao Meng slowly opened a crack after a strange "squeak".

At this time, Lao Meng, because he had already taken a few steps away from the door, naturally did not notice the abnormal movement behind him.

In an instant, Lao Meng, who was strolling through the corridor, returned to the door of the ward where his subordinates had temporarily stayed.

glanced at the doctor who was still lying on the ground with his spare eyes, and his heart suddenly had some mixed feelings.

Tell me, the soul of a dignified class, but now it has fallen into such a miserable end, it's true, you can't feel at ease even if you die!

During the emotion, Lao Meng also slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand like dead tree bark, and gently stroked the man's face a few times.

From the perspective of an uninformed person, this kind of scene must be a perverted homosexual.

As if sensing this, Lao Meng "stabbed" took his hand away from the man's face and retracted it into his sleeve.

Standing up and looking at the straight corridor in front of him, he also looked a little confused.

I've been studying the theory of ghosts and gods all my life, but in the end, what do I get?

I might say that I didn't get anything, which ...... Is it a waste of life?

It may also be lyrical through the scene, and Lao Meng doesn't know why he suddenly thought of such a thing.

In short, there is no point in thinking about this now.

The past life is the past, people can't go back to the past, and naturally they can't change anything in the past, and there is no point in regretting.

As the saying goes: there is no regret medicine in the world, and life will not be repeated.

Even if you wake up now, it's still useless, it's ...... It's life.

The past is irretrievable, and the future can change.

Trying to leave behind such thoughts in his mind, Lao Meng stood in place at the moment, sighing incessantly, this face, it is indeed not an exaggeration to say that he is a cold plum standing in a blizzard.

Twisting his somewhat sore neck, Lao Meng seemed to suddenly notice something.

I saw him raise his head and look at a place on the ceiling of the corridor, and the expression on his face looked a little weird.

As if to confirm something, Lao Meng squinted his eyes and slowly moved two steps forward.

Mortuary?

Up?

I saw that on a wooden sign hanging on the side of the ceiling at this moment, the three creepy words of morgue appeared.

And at the back of this text, there is also a vertical upward triangular arrow, if nothing else, it should indicate that the location of the morgue is upstairs.

Upstairs?

Hiss?

Looking at the arrow outlined with a black pen, Lao Meng couldn't help but fall into the memory.

On the way upstairs with the doctor, he had been trying to get the other party's words, which caused him to ignore many details on the way.

Although at that time, I always felt that there was something strange that I couldn't say, but after all, I didn't pay attention to that aspect, and my heart didn't think about it, so I ignored those things that felt strange subconsciously.

But in retrospect, it was indeed a bit of a negligence.

Lao Meng felt a little self-blame in his heart, he couldn't remember what happened just now, and his brain seemed to have lost the ability to remember things for some reason at this moment.

it!

If I had known, I wouldn't have been so engaged!

It's good now, I can't remember anything!

"Hey!"

Sighing softly, Lao Meng bit his somewhat dry lip and found that he seemed to have not drunk water for seven or eight hours.

His mouth was so dry that he wanted to breathe fire, and even a drop of saliva was a gift from God to him.

Maybe he's already running out!

I suddenly thought of this possibility, and it felt like it was indeed an impossible thing.

If that little (forced) cub really went out, wouldn't it be in vain that I had worked so hard to find him for so long with a dry mouth?

In the end, he went back happily, and I, who helped him for a long time, suffered a lot of sins!

I'm a grandma!

This is too much of a trick for me, old man!

Thinking of this, Lao Meng was also a little angry.

The breath coming out of the nostrils is as strong as a steam train!

And at this moment, it seems that the fear has long since ceased to exist, and in its place, there is endless dissatisfaction.

I walked around to the back of the morgue sign to see if there were any useful hints on the back.

From the side, it looks like something is actually written on the back.

With some anticipation, Lao Meng turned around and raised his face again.

Just the moment he saw the sign, the moment the content was written, his whole person was like an electric shock, and he instantly froze in place.

This is...... What does it mean to sprinkle!

Lao Meng rubbed his eyes vigorously, then looked at it again and found that it was indeed true.

At this moment, what is written on the back of this sign is absolutely unreasonable.

It is estimated that Lao Meng would never have thought that the content marked on this would be this kind of thing.

This...... Is it a hint?

Lao Meng was entangled in his heart, and his brain could be said to be blank at this moment.

Some panicked and took two steps back, and Lao Meng looked a little overwhelmed.

This...... Is it divination?

Gritting his teeth, he hesitated for a moment, then turned around and strode towards the staircase at the end of the hallway.

At the same time that a figure was hurrying through the corridor on the third floor, the subordinate who was on the fourth floor at this time acted in the opposite way.

I saw that he was tiptoeing at the moment, quietly walking in the dark corridor on the fourth floor.

After a long stay, the eyes were almost able to fully adapt to the dark light here, and on the other hand, the range of vision of the subordinates at this time was gradually becoming normal.

The muffled sound before should not be too far from the staircase, but when he actually walked up, until now, he had not found anything on the ground that could emit that kind of movement.

Subconsciously turned his head and looked at the direction of the time, which had become a white spot, and this discovery also made his subordinates suddenly realize that the length of the corridor on the fourth floor may be much more than he imagined.

It must have taken a lot of time to build such a long corridor!

In other words, it is known that this hospital has four floors, and if the corridors on each floor are as long as the fourth floor, the workload at that time is not ordinarily large!

Even the best large hospitals today are estimated to have reached such a terrifying scale.

The discovery of this point can't help but make the subordinates more and more curious, how this hospital surpassed others in that era.

While thinking, the subordinate also yawned a little lazily, thinking that he hadn't just woken up from a coma, and why he was sleepy again after only such a short while.

I stretched out tiredly, but I still didn't feel enough to relieve myself.

Thinking that you can't lie on the ground and roll on a lazy donkey, the current occasion seems to be really not suitable for these things.

For such a strange idea that suddenly came to his head, he wanted to laugh, and his subordinates hurriedly snorted twice, trying to keep themselves serious.

It's like the usual leader holding a meeting on the stage, but the content accidentally pokes your laughter, one didn't hold back, but laughed, and everyone turned their eyes to you, and the only thing you can do at this time is to try to hold back your laughter, and then cough awkwardly at everyone.

This example is used to describe the behavior of the subordinate at this time, which is simply a figurative.

At the same time that the subordinates were doing their own thing, there was a ticking sound of falling water on the floor.

The sound was very small, but it was so pleasant in the silence of the corridor.

Pulling his thoughts back to reality, the subordinate stood in place and was stunned, and then swallowed and spat a little nervously, holding his breath and concentrating, his ears always alert.

"Tick, tick!"

It seems to be the movement of the ceiling when it falls to the ground due to the dew from the ceiling.

But on the other hand, this sound has to be said, but it is indeed quite rhythmic.

Even the subordinates who were nervous at this time, after finding this melody, their bodies couldn't help but move with it.

Twisting and twisting, you say, it really has the flavor of a square dance aunt.

If there is another accompaniment, it is estimated that the subordinates will have to directly treat this as a bar.

The beautiful melody of "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" echoed in his head, and the fingers of his subordinates who were close to the seams of his trousers were beating up and down.

After a while, he seemed to feel that his behavior was really stupid, so he hurriedly stopped his movements.

Not to mention anything else, to be fearless in such a depressing place, and to be able to dance, if any brother is present, it should be something that can't be done by beating to death.

Regardless of whether you dance or not, let's respect the terrifying atmosphere here, and if you are so engaged by your subordinates, it is estimated that you can't help but doubt your identity.