C32 morgue

To be honest, I'm a little scared by now.

I thought Xia Xin had fallen asleep, so I tiptoed over and stuck the needle in the top of her head. Even though he was nervous, he wasn't too scared. But the funeral home, it's full of bodies, and I'm standing in the middle of them, pricking them, isn't that a little too weird? Furthermore, Xia Xin was lying in the middle of a corpse, how terrifying was that?

After thinking about it again and again, I took out my phone and called Mr. Zhao.

He hung up and texted me about it.

I am a little bit anxious, it is already hot eyebrows, still send a text message, this is a sentence or two can be clearly said?

I made another call and got hung up again.

Mr. Zhao replied, "I know. She went to the funeral parlor to take a look around during the day. I already guessed that."

I said, "It's scary to have a needle in the funeral home."

Mr. Zhao said, "Then don't go."

I said happily, "Can I go?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Sure. Now turn around and head east. There's a cash machine two hundred meters east, and take out your twenty thousand dollars. You don't have to give it to me. In case no one burns paper for you after you die. "

I was silent.

Mr. Zhao's words were harsh, but this was also the truth. Right now, I'm in danger. If I don't save myself, I'll have to burn some paper for myself.

After making up my mind, I decided to go into the funeral parlor. However, when I looked up, I realized that my indecision had truly caused his death.

Xia Xin disappeared.

Cypress City was a small city, and its infrastructure was lacking. And the Cypress City's Funeral Home had already been used for who knows how many years. If it wasn't for the sign, I would have thought it was an old factory.

The door was a gate, and behind it was a large open space. Behind Berlin was the house where the bodies were kept.

I don't know what the funeral home people are thinking. This place is already scary, and there are so many trees planted here.

I sighed and forced myself to go in. The gate was locked, but the fence was broken enough so that someone could get in.

A gust of wind blew out of Berlin, whistling. I wrapped up my clothes and hurried through with my head down. At the same time, I muttered, "There's nothing, I don't believe in anything …"

In this sort of place, it was easier for someone with a guilty conscience to see dirty things. Thus, he repeated these two lines. Firstly, he wanted to strengthen his courage, and secondly, he wanted to tell those things: Don't play with me, I won't play with you.

I was going to push through Berlin, but in the middle of it I tripped and fell.

I got up in a panic, and the bottom of my foot was dragging as if something was hanging on my body. I pulled out my cell phone and looked down. It was a glove.

I shook off my gloves and walked on. It didn't take long before another glove hung on my foot.

My head began to sweat.

The funeral home had always been a shady place, and there was even a cypress tree planted here. It was unknown how many things were hidden in there since the sun was hidden all year round.

I took a deep breath, braced myself, and picked up the glove. Then I went back and picked up the other glove.

It was easy to hide imps in places with heavy yin qi. It was very likely that they had encountered some injustice while they were still alive, so they refused to leave. They would get involved with people who passed by and ask for help. If you refuse, you will often provoke them and they will teach you a lesson.

So instead of throwing the gloves away, I put them in my pocket and said to the dark night, "I'm just a passerby. You asked me today, and I can't refuse. But I can't help you. How about this, I'll take you out of the funeral home and find someone else to help you. That man is called Mr. Zhao, he is very capable. "

After saying that, I turned around and walked towards the rooms. As for whether or not this glove would bring trouble to Mr. Zhao, I don't care.

The rest of the journey was smoother, and a minute later I was at the door of the house.

This is like a hospital. There was a long corridor, lined with houses. The light in the corridor was an old-fashioned incandescent bulb. It wasn't very thick and was covered in a layer of dust. As a result, it was yellowish and dim. Due to neglect of management, it had already been damaged by more than half.

The first one was the gatehouse. I peeked through the window. An old man was watching TV.

The old man was probably in his seventies, and there was a pair of crutches beside the reclining chair. It was impossible for such an old man to have the function of preventing theft. In fact, no one came to the funeral parlor to steal. His presence was probably due to the fact that the funeral home's leader felt that it wasn't appropriate for no one to watch the door, so he was invited to do what he wanted.

I eased past the door of the guardhouse. The old man didn't even notice as he continued to laugh at the television. In my mind, I gave him a comment of four words: 'It's nothing.

I stood outside the door and looked through the small window above us. I couldn't see Xia Xin in any of the three morgue rooms. From the looks of it, she was already lying on the morgue bed.

I sighed. It seemed that I had to flip through them one by one.

I forced myself to walk to a morgue. It was cold, and the air smelled strange. I can't describe it. I can only say that it smells like death.

I muttered under my breath, "No offense, no offense."

Then I lifted a white sheet and saw a pair of feet. I quickly put the sheet back and opened the other end.

It wasn't Xia Xin, but a man. His eyes were closed and his face was deathly pale. It was truly frightening. I clasped my hands at him, excused myself, and closed the sheet.

Then I lifted the other one, but it wasn't. I had to be brave enough to open the third...

The morgue was quiet, except for my breathing and footsteps. My ears were nervously listening to the sounds around me, fearing that if I were to hear snoring from a bed, it would definitely scare me to death.

While I was looking for Xia Xin, I complained, "Why do you have to come to the funeral home?" He really didn't know what Xia Xin was thinking.

I went to the door and found the corner. I looked through all the corpses, but there was no Xia Xin.

So I decided to leave. However, as I walked towards the door, I felt a chill behind my back and a chill in my heart, as if someone were following me.

I jerked my head, but there was no one behind me. The corpses lay quietly on the bed.

Suddenly, my gaze landed on a nearby corpse. The corpse's feet were exposed from the outside.

My heart thumped. I remember very clearly that all the bodies were covered with a white sheet, from head to foot, and not one bit of it was exposed. This was probably the funeral home's rule.

However, why was the foot of this corpse exposed?

I can only console myself with the thought that I may have left the sheet open when I lifted it. I hesitated, but I forced myself to go over and cover him.

Ghosts were scary, but if you just wanted to run for your life and owe them something, then that was really scary. I didn't want to be knocked on the door in the middle of the night when I got home and had to go back and straighten the sheets.

After finishing this, I heaved a long sigh of relief and headed back to the door.

I dare not turn my back on this house of corpses. Who knows what they will do when I cannot see them?

Fortunately, I walked all the way to the door and they didn't move. So I turned off the light and closed the door. Back in the corridor.

I opened the door to the second morgue, and as I walked in, I was struck by a sudden shock: Oh no, that's not right.

Why are the lights on in all three morgue rooms?

In the dead of night, there was no one at the funeral home. Why was the light on in the morgue? It wasn't to light up the body, was it?

Could it be that Xia Xinyan had turned on the lights? To find an empty bed? But there were plenty of empty beds in each morgue. Why would she turn on all the lights?

The more I thought about it, the more wrong it became. Just as I was wondering, the phone in my pocket rang. Startled, I quickly pulled it out.

Mr. Zhao sent me a message and asked if I was alright.

I said soon. One of the three morgue rooms had been checked out, leaving only two.

I said I knew and put the phone in my pocket. At this time, Mr. Zhao also sent me a message, saying that when I looked at the corpse, I was to wrap it up with cloth.

When I saw this, I was so angry that I almost cursed out loud. Why didn't he say so earlier?

Where do I have cloth? He had to take off his coat and cover his head. I felt like a thief, stealing with his face covered.

The second morgue was slightly different from the first. The one just now was dressed in the same uniform as the funeral home. He had also put on makeup and arranged the remains. Although it looked strange, it wasn't too scary. But this one was different.

The dead people here were all wearing their own clothes. What happened when they died? Some were badly mutilated, while others had their eyes wide open. Every time I lifted the white cloth, it was a test for me.

I forced myself to look around the body, but I still didn't see Xia Xin.

She appeared to be in the third morgue.

I had to leave, turn out the light, and quietly close the door.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind me. Startled, I looked back and saw that the footsteps were coming from the third morgue.

My first thought was to hide, but the corridor was empty. Where could I hide?

While I was still in a daze, the door to the third morgue opened.