It took several days for the fat man to finally transport all the materials he needed back to the Flowing Fire Avenue.

On the quiet avenue of flowing fire, soon there was the sound of clanging iron.

When they were idle and had nothing to do, the fat man would curiously gather outside the blacksmithing shop, carrying a maza, chatting while watching Zhao Hu look serious and very skilled in forging iron.

In other places, the blacksmith is often unbearably hot, but this blacksmith is the only one that not only does not feel the heat, but also has a chill.

That's because Zhao Hu didn't use ordinary flames for forging, but used corpse fires that were extremely cold to forge.

Corpse fire doesn't emit any heat, but it is strangely able to melt metal, which is extremely fast.

This faint blue flame also makes Zhao Hu's work of striking iron very ornamental.

Every time the hammer fell, the blue sparks splashed like brilliant fireworks.

In the past few days, Zhao Xue has gradually adapted to her new identity, and she can often be seen wearing a slim robe with a bird pattern on Liuhuo Avenue, recording the location of each store in detail and marking it with a number.

In this way, it will be easier to manage more and more stores in the future.

At the same time, in the middle of the Flowing Fire Avenue, outside the gate of the Poll Bureau, three pillars of more than one meter high fragrant green smoke curled.

Feng Yunzheng fulfilled his previous promise and burned incense for three days in a row for the night boy who had evoked the soul to express his gratitude.

Whenever a tourist passes by, they will look at it curiously, they don't know what the poll bureau is, and they don't know what the purpose of burning incense is.

But fortunately, the Drifting Fire Avenue is still deserted, and there are few passers-by, so the establishment of the poll bureau here has not attracted any attention since then.

Of course, in the future, as the number of tourists increases, and the place becomes more and more prosperous, the headquarters of the poll bureau will be hidden, and it will not be easily seen by the general public.

Just when Zhao Xue was recording carefully, she accidentally noticed that Brother Pingtou walked leisurely by the side with his hands behind his back, which made Zhao Xue feel a little puzzled:

"Brother Pingtou, shouldn't you teach in the martial arts hall at this point normally, how can you have time to hang out today?"

When Brother Pingtou heard this, he scratched his head impatiently:

"Don't mention it, it's not good.

There are always so many students, and they can't recruit new people, so I'm worried.

There are few people in this place, and my hands hurt when I hand out leaflets every day, and there are still only a few people who come. ”

Just when the flat-headed brother was complaining, he stood at the door of the blacksmith shop and watched the lively fat man come over with melon seeds:

"Pingtou, don't blame the road for not being good, you have to stand up.

It's almost the end of the month, and the rent, the loan, can't be less, do you hear? ”

"I know!"

Brother Pingtou seemed to be angry when he saw the fat man, stared at a pair of round eyes, and said angrily:

"I'm not trying to figure out a way, I know how to urge!"

Zhao Xue smiled gently, and the shallow dimples on her face were extraordinarily gentle:

"Brother Pingtou, don't worry, the director will let me assist in the management of Flowing Fire Avenue now, and I will also help you think of a way to do these things.

Then again, why don't you try to work with Zhao Hu?

The weapons you need in the martial arts hall can be customized here by Zhao Hu, and then you can share them with Zhao Hu? ”

When Brother Pingtou heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did he smash his mouth, and nodded in hindsight:

"yes, why didn't I think of that?"

While muttering, Brother Pingtou walked towards his martial arts hall, seeing that this posture was indeed thinking about Zhao Xue's proposal.

As for Zhao Hu, he naturally doesn't worry about anything, and he doesn't seem to pay attention to anything except striking iron every day.

The fat man and the others talked to Zhao Hu while watching the excitement, but Zhao Hu didn't respond at all.

Only when Zhao Xue came to speak, Zhao Hu would be more enthusiastic.

This made the fat man can't help but sigh, Zhao Hu just looks stupid, but in fact, he can be clear, whoever cares about him, he will be enthusiastic about whom.

However, this also confirms Feng Yun's wisdom in choosing Zhao Xue, and Sister Zhao is indeed very suitable for this job.

Whether it is the grumpy Pingtou brother or the silly Zhao Hu, Zhao Xue can always find a suitable communication method.

This made the fat man and others admire it, after all, Brother Pingtou is a warmonger, and whoever talks to him has to choke on two sentences, and he can't wait to fight if he looks at it more.

Before Zhao Xue came, except for Director Feng Yun, Brother Pingtou would not communicate well with anyone at all.

But after Zhao Xue came, he was able to get along with Brother Pingtou very well, and even made a casual suggestion, which made Brother Pingtou think about it seriously.

In addition, Zhao Xue is also very attentive to her job.

In her spare time, she was thinking about how to better manage this Flowing Fire Avenue, and even wrote a lot of dense notes for this.

The case on Xiheli Road is over, and the team members finally ushered in a short vacation.

During this period, in order to combine work and rest, Feng Yun did not set up too many training courses for them, except for Ma Ling'er's individual training, most of the time he spent explaining folk knowledge and ancient folk customs to several people.

Give them a good foundation before they can carry out the subsequent 'Hell Mode' training!

But this is still early, their foundation is too weak, and the hell level can't bear it for the time being.

And the reason why Ma Ling'er had to be trained alone was to let her catch up with the level of the fat man and Yan Qilin as soon as possible.

Ma Ling'er is also worthy of being the heir of the Ma family, although she has many unheard of these ancient methods of the Ma family, her talent is good.

"Those who are fighting in the face of the army are all arrayed forward......"

Ma Ling'er can always be seen on the training ground constantly practicing her handprints, and through the last action, Ma Ling'er also realized the difference in strength between each other, so she worked harder when training.

On this avenue of fire, the days were peaceful and peaceful, and it seemed that the world was peaceful, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.

As the construction of Xiheli Road continues to advance, the citizens have gradually forgotten the strange things that happened here before, and occasionally someone mentions it after tea and dinner, but it is just a joke.

Time, firewood, rice, oil and salt, in this disturbing and red-lit city, has finally smoothed out all the waves......

Zhu Zi and the two soldiers, who had been living in the hospital, were sent to the psychiatric rehabilitation hospital next door to the 'Gaoxin City' for a final psychiatric examination, and after confirming that there was no mental problem, they could be discharged from the hospital.

On the afternoon of this day, Gaoxin City Psychiatric Rehabilitation Hospital.

The three of them have completed many days of examinations one after another, and they have been completely confirmed to have recovered, and even their trance-like spirits have all recovered as before, and they are finally able to be discharged from the hospital.

After being discharged from the hospital, the two soldiers quickly returned to the Yanjun Military Mansion, and the pillar stood at the entrance of the hospital as if he were in a different world, looking up at the dazzling sunlight.

His figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, like a pebble sinking into the sea.

Everything that I had experienced before was hidden in my heart by the pillar.

Including the few people who suddenly appeared in the hospital and claimed to be the polling bureau.

There are also many doubts in Zhuzi's heart that cannot be answered, but for him now, these doubts are not so important......

The departure of the three people actually brought a certain amount of turmoil to the High-tech City Psychiatric Rehabilitation Hospital.

For example, at night, two nurses on duty on the night shift were chatting to pass the time, talking about Zhu Zi and others who had just been discharged from the hospital today.

"Sister Wang, hey, I heard that the three people in the intensive care ward were all discharged today?"

"Yes, Expert Liu, they have conducted brain examinations on the three people for several days, and they have determined that there is no problem, and they will definitely be discharged from the hospital."

Hearing this, the younger nurse asked curiously:

"Then find out why he was in a coma at that time, and it was such a strange coma?"

The nurse called Sister Wang has been in contact with Lin'ancheng Hospital a lot in the past few days, so she also learned about some gossip, she looked around, and after making sure that no one noticed them, she lowered her voice and said:

"It's weird.

It is said that half a month ago, they suddenly fell into a coma at the construction site of Xiheli Road, and they couldn't wake up no matter how they were treated.

Later, someone went to clean the ward, and the incense ash on the ground seemed to have burned incense here. ”

"Huh?"

The little nurse said in surprise:

"Is it so evil?"

"These things shouldn't be something we should have to worry about in the first place, and who can say for sure some things?

Some time ago, I didn't always have strange things at the Xiheli Road construction site, but now it's too peaceful in the world. ”

"Then Sister Wang, you say, are there really ghosts, gods, or the like in this world, why do I feel more and more evil the more I listen?"

Sister Wang said earnestly:

"It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not ......"

The two of them talked very quietly, and in the silent hospital corridor, only whispers could be heard.

At this time, the night was deep, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, and it was ten in the morning.

Hospitals are finally no longer crowded.

The outpatient department was dimly lit, and the doctor on duty was drowsy.

It was a rare time of silence in the hospital, and most of the time, it was full of people in a hurry.

The whole building is as high as 18 floors, and the division of labor between various departments is clear, and the inpatient department above the 15th floor is even more overcrowded at this time, and many patients can only hang one bed in the corridor.

The eighteenth floor of the building is overcrowded almost every day, but few people set foot on the second basement floor of the building.

Because here, there is only one lonely department: the morgue

At this time, in the dimly lit corridor leading to the morgue on the third basement floor, a man who looked to be in his 60s, holding a thermos cup with tea in his hand, returned to his workshop of more than ten square meters.

He is the gatekeeper of this morgue, and he is also guarding the last door of the yang world.

The dim and white lights overhead flickered on and off because of the unstable wiring.

The light is barely enough to illuminate the narrow corridors, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Next to the workshop is the large iron door of the morgue, and on the yellowed sign above the iron door, three large characters of the mortuary are written.

The gatekeeper has been working here for more than a decade, and with no children and an eccentric personality, he seems to prefer to work with these corpses that can't speak.

The gatekeeper's surname is Wu, and the doctors he knows well call him Old Man Wu.

This kind of work often faces the dilemma of recruiting people, so it is these old people who are willing to do it after retirement, and there is nothing else to do.

Since Old Man Wu is a bachelor, this job is simply a beauty in his opinion.

He doesn't need to do anything, he just looks at the display set up in the studio from time to time.

Surveillance in the morgue ensures that no one enters it or that the body is removed without his knowledge.

Old man Wu, who returned to the workstation, sat on a chair, picked up a newspaper that he didn't know how many times he had flipped through, and began to pass the time.

The clock hands on the wall were getting closer to 12 midnight, and the old-fashioned radio on the wooden table had few channels left.

In this room, apart from the wooden table where the surveillance screen is placed, there is only a wooden bed in the back.

Although the conditions are a little simple, Old Man Wu is also enjoying it.

No one comes to this place during the day, let alone in the middle of the night.

Therefore, there was silence all around, except for the old radio, where unknown operas were still playing.

Old man Wu sat drowsy on the chair, the lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and with this babbling opera tone, there was always an indescribable sense of weirdness.

"Knock knock!"

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound of tapping, and Old Man Wu was so frightened that he sat up straight.

What's moving?

Like who's knocking on the door?

Old man Wu looked out of the window in astonishment, and there was no doctor who came to deliver the body.

The elevator door at the end of the corridor was never opened, but the voice just now, Old Man Wu clearly heard it clearly.

"Nourish...... ......"

Just when Old Man Wu was thinking about whether he had heard it wrong just now, he suddenly found that the monitoring display began to flash and flash, and the screen went black after a few seconds.

"It's weird......"

Old man Wu muttered, then stood up, picked up the key hanging on the wall, and prepared to open the door of the morgue and go in to see if the surveillance was broken.

Just when Old Man Wu went to open the door, he didn't notice that the monitoring screen, which was originally black, lit up again after a few seconds of black.

It's just that it's as if it's being strongly disturbed, and the picture is very unstable all the time.

Soon, Old Man Wu skillfully picked up the key hanging on the wall, and came to the iron door step by step, and the footsteps were particularly harsh in the silent corridor.

With the sound of the key turning and the rust of the iron door, the iron door of the morgue was slowly opened a crack.

Old man Wu walked sideways into the door and touched the switch on the wall next to him.

"Smack!"

The lamp was cold, the darkness faded, and the lamp overhead was white.

Five or six morgues lined up in a neat row came into view, and on top of them were corpses covered with white cloths.

On one side of the wall is a row of mortuary cabinets, most of which are stored for long-term corpses that need to be kept at low temperatures.

Many have reached the deadline, and if no one comes to claim them, they will be sent to the crematorium for burning.

Old man Wu, who was used to seeing this kind of thing, could be regarded as seeing it, so even though he was in a morgue full of corpses at the moment, he did not feel fear until he ......

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Again, there was a strange noise, which was particularly harsh in the silence.

Old man Wu immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from, where the freezer where the corpses were parked, but there was a strange sound, as if someone was knocking on it......

And with the sound of the sound, a gap was slowly pushed out at this time.

A chill hit from behind, and Old Man Wu's eyes widened.

The overhead light began to flicker on and off, and then went out after a few seconds......

Darkness enveloped the entire morgue, and in the silent corridors, a small sound could be heard from inside the morgue.

Bang, bang, bang-

It seemed to be the sound of walking.

"Ahh

Immediately after, Old Man Wu's heart-rending screams came, full of fear.

The old radio in the workshop was still babbling and singing opera.

It's just that the more I listen to this voice, the more desolate it becomes......

……

The next morning, a doctor came to the third basement floor to retrieve information about a corpse.

But when he stepped out of the elevator, he quickly noticed that the door of the morgue, which should have been closed all along, was now wide open.

"Old Wu, old Wu?"

He kept calling Old Man Wu, but he didn't get any response.

It is clearly stated in the work rules that the door of the morgue must be retrieved at all times and that entry and exit must be registered, so this is a very serious disciplinary offence.

There were some doubts and frowned, Old Man Wu had been working here for some years, and he had never made such a mistake.

Could it be that something is wrong?

While guessing, the doctor came to the workstation and found that there was no old man Wu in this room.

A little uneasiness hung over the doctor's heart, and he hurried towards the morgue that was open in the big factory.

However, when he stepped into the cold room, he saw a figure lying faintly on the floor.

"Old Wu? Is that you? ”

There was an inexplicable cold feeling in the whole room, which was completely different from the feeling caused by the low temperature environment of the usual morgue.

As the doctor walked forward, he subconsciously touched his neck, and he always felt a cool breeze pour into his collar.

Since the morgue has no windows on all sides, even during the day when the lights are not turned on, you can't see your fingers.

The doctor felt for the switch on the wall from memory and gently pressed it.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound was heard, and the room was soon lit up by lights.

But in the next second, the doctor's face was full of fear, and he froze in place.

I saw that all the beds where the bodies were parked in the morgue were empty at this time.

The cloth that was supposed to cover the corpse was scattered on the ground.

Old man Wu was also lying on the ground at the moment, with his back to the direction of the door.

The doctor endured the fear in his heart, came to Old Man Wu's side with difficulty, and gently patted his shoulder.

Old man Wu, who was originally lying on his side, turned around weakly because of the doctor's call.

"Ahh

The doctor soon sat down on the ground and looked at the old man Wu in front of him with a pale face.

I saw that this old man Wu had a blue face, staring at a pair of big eyes, but only the whites of his eyes.

The distorted face, formed by extreme fear, was frozen on the face at the moment of coma.

Soon this incident alarmed the senior management of the hospital, and Old Man Wu was also sent for examination as soon as possible.

More doctors arrived, and in the empty morgue, all the morgue doors were wide open and body bags were scattered all over the place.

Even more bizarrely, the body bags were already in tatters, as if they had been violently torn apart.

There were as many as ten old and new corpses parked here, and they disappeared overnight.

There was such a serious accident, and the hospital naturally did not dare to delay too much, so it called Ti Xingsi as soon as possible.

From the call made from the Gaoxin City Hospital, the case was naturally accepted by the nearest Gaoxin City Ti Xingsi.

"What? The body is missing? ”

The case was also transferred to the serious crime team as soon as possible.

Chen Shengdong, the leader of the team, is a capable general sent from the Tixing Division of Dongshan Prefecture in recent years, and is very familiar with Lin Feng of the Tixing Division of Lin'an City next door, and the two have been competing openly and secretly in the detection of the case.

After learning about this, Chen Shengdong's first reaction was that someone still stole the corpse this year?

Compared with Lin Feng's case-handling style, Chen Shengdong is more inclined to details, and he can always show extraordinary thoroughness in his thoughts.

Now that he has learned of the incident, Chen Shengdong naturally rushed to the scene to investigate as soon as possible.

He and his team soon arrived at the hospital morgue, but at this time the morgue was empty, and all the bodies were gone, as the phone said.

Chen Shengdong frowned and glanced around, and his eyes quickly fell on the camera on the wall.

"Take me to the surveillance!"

With surveillance, Chen Shengdong didn't think much about other places, just thinking that as long as he looked at the surveillance, everything would be revealed.

Sitting in front of the monitoring screen, Chen Shengdong skillfully manipulated, adjusted the time of the monitoring screen back to last night, and began to speed up the playback.

In the surveillance footage, there are at least eight or nine bodies in the morgue, and they do not appear to be out of the ordinary.

The time on the surveillance is constantly approaching twelve o'clock, and at this time, the originally good video screen suddenly fell into darkness.

"What's going on?"

Chen Shengdong was about to check if there was something wrong with the display screen, when the surveillance screen returned to normal again, and at this time, he could see that the door of the morgue was pushed open a gap.

Old Man Wu's figure appeared in the surveillance, and it seems that everything is normal at present.

Chen Shengdong frowned, subconsciously touched his chin with his right hand, and looked at the surveillance screen in front of him in confusion.

Old man Wu seemed to have heard something, and after he walked in, he had been carefully checking around, and then what everyone didn't expect was that when Old Man Wu went to check the corpse placed in the innermost......

The corpse lying on the bed closest to the door sat up silently.

"Smack!"

The monitoring screen is here, and the screen is completely black!

(End of chapter)