Chen Qixing was silent for a moment.

The hoarse voice didn't stop.

"It's hot, it's really hot."

The sound was as if it had been scorched by the heat, and there was a scorching breath, and just one or two sentences made the whole reception room hot and uneasy.

From the darkness ahead, a smell like a burning charcoal fire spreads.

Chen Qixing clenched the crowbar, he didn't know what the hell Qiao Du was doing.

"It's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot."

The hoarse voice grew more and more rapid, like some kind of murmur that could not be dispersed.

Without thinking, Chen Qixing immediately raised the crowbar in his hand and swung it vigorously towards the source of the sound.

A muffled sound and a soft touch were fed back through the crowbar, and Chen Qixing only felt that something flew in front of his eyes, fell to the ground with a click, and rolled several times.

Slightly confused, he fumbled his way away, and the end of the crowbar touched a stiff object.

Chen Qixing squatted down and vigilantly reached out to confirm.

He touched a face.

The face seemed to lack skin, and there was a sticky layer on the surface, as if some half-solidified liquid was attached to it.

Chen Qixing chuckled inwardly, and he felt the hollow eye sockets, the missing nose, and the shriveled lips.

"It's hot."

The only one head left, spoke, and its chapped and dry lips opened and closed to touch Chen Qixing's fingers.

"!"

Chen Qixing immediately understood that he had been tricked.

There may be a corpse here, and Qiao Dui has more or less talked to the other party, activating the corpse here.

"It's hot to me."

The skull's voice continued.

On one side, from the couch, there was a sensational sound, as if someone was standing up.

"It's hot to me."

Chen Qixing could feel a scorching radiation coming from the skull in his hand, from the person who stood up, the temperature was very hot, and immediately blistered the fingers he touched.

"Grass!"

He cursed and quickly stood up.

At this moment, Chen Qixing vaguely felt that someone had run out from behind the scorching corpse, and the footsteps were clear.

"Don't run!"

Chen Qixing's eyes were bloodshot, even if Qiao Duan was his good friend, he was angry at the moment.

No, just because Qiao Du is his good friend, he actually betrayed himself and broke the rules.

The man shook off the corpse dangling in front of him with a crowbar, and followed him out of the house.

Qiao Du went to the corridor and thanked the corpse just now, his mind was spinning rapidly, and in less than a second, he made a decision before he could stabilize his body again.

He took three steps and two steps, jumped down the stairs, and slid into the morgue at the hint of the bright red text in his field of vision.

A man entered the morgue.

Closing the door, Qiao Duan immediately lit up her mobile phone, and while sending messages to Zhou Mingke, Su Hong and others to tell them that she was in danger, she carefully counted the number of corpses parked here.

"One, two, three, four......"

As Qiao Du counted, he noticed that there was a slight movement in those freezers.

Knock –

It's like, somebody is knocking out from the inside.

Knock –

Qiao Dui's eyes moved, and every time she counted a freezer with a nameplate, she heard the contents of the freezer hit the door of the freezer.

Sure enough, you can't just count the number of them.

Qiao Du had a feeling that she was not deceiving me, but became more and more energetic.

Bang –

Just when Qiao Du was about to count all the remains, the door of the morgue was slammed open, and Chen Qixing didn't know where to find the malfunctioning flashlight that Qiao Du had used just now and stood at the door.

Qiao Twilight immediately locked the screen of her phone.

But the dim light of the flashlight immediately shone on Qiao Dui's face.

"You woke them up, do you want to die?"

Chen Qixing gritted his teeth.

"I think that if there are more people, they will not be so afraid."

Qiao Du was right.

In the next second, the outermost freezer was slammed open.

A frozen corpse slowly rose from within.

Bang Bang Bang –

All the freezers were smashed open at the same time, and scattered corpses crawled up from them.

There are burns, drowning, sickness, car accidents, homicides, suicides, all kinds of neat and untidy corpses are making whimpering sounds.

The hairs on Chen Qixing's back stood up, and he saw that those freezers were staggering because they were out of balance, and the corpses crawled out one after another, and a kind of cold and murderous atmosphere enveloped him, and even his mind was affected.

No, maybe every minute and every second in this funeral parlor will pollute his mind.

Some kind of strong emotion took over Chen Qixing's body, and he just wanted to knock Qiao Duan in front of him unconscious, then tie him to the chair, and leave this damn place by himself.

The crowbar was raised, and Chen Qixing slashed it, knocking back the corpse that was blocking in front of him, and at the same time walked towards Qiao Duan.

Beside Qiao Dui, the frosty corpses also reached out and tore at Qiao Dui's body, trying to pull him into the same world as them.

[They warmly invite you to join the party, as long as you close your eyes, you can get rid of the pain forever and become a happy corpse!] 】

Red writing snaked across those blue-black arms.

Seeing this, Chen Qixing immediately poked the crowbar in his hand at the oncoming corpse, kicked it away with another kick, and then turned around and ran away.

Since Qiao Du was trapped by the corpse and shouldn't be dead for a while, then he had to flee immediately and leave this damn place!

He ran out of the morgue and came to the front desk, where the green light illuminated the funeral home's code and the woman sitting at the front desk.

The woman was dressed in a red dress, her face was pale, her lips were bloody, and her eyes were pitch black, but there were no whites of her eyes.

She just sat there, waiting for Chen Qixing.

Chen Qixing hurriedly looked away, but his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

Looking down, he saw several bruise-black bruised hands grasping his legs from the dirty floor.

Chen Qixing was also taken by Qiao Duan to break the rules and couldn't run away.

"Go away, go away!"

Chen Qixing felt as if his brain was trembling because of this, and he felt that the tables and chairs, walls, and ceilings around him were all sticking out the arms of those corpses, pulling him, making his body temperature gradually cold and his reason gradually boiling.

Why is this happening?

He was only short of money recently, and he and a few accomplices met someone who worked at the funeral home, and he took advantage of the dark and windy night to meet up with the outside and try to steal the money in the safe here.

It is said that the dead man's money is the most profitable, and the funeral home does have a lot of money.

Unexpectedly, when they wanted to leave, this place changed.

One accomplice died for some inexplicable reason, and by the time Chen Qixing truly understood the rules of the funeral home, he was the only one left.

He couldn't leave here, so he could only wait for the arrival of the next person, and finally waited for Qiao Dui.

However, what the hell is this new Qiao Dui?

Isn't he afraid of death?

Chen Qixing could no longer think, his consciousness became stiff, his body fell to the ground, and he was firmly grasped by countless hands, and the tiled floor was like the surface of water, slowly swallowing him.

A moment later, in the security room, "Chen Qixing" got up from the bed, sat down at the desk, opened the work notebook, and wrote a line on it, in the middle of his handwriting.

[Chen Qixing is dead]