Deep in the night, the hospital was constantly emitting a bone-piercing cold air.
He wrapped his coat tightly around himself and appeared in the corridor of the basement. Passing through the medical rooms in front of him was the morgue. If he hadn't bribed the two security guards at the entrance of the first floor, it would have been difficult for him to get in.
After opening the double doors of the morgue, he slowly walked in with a flashlight in his hand.
The cold air in the morgue was very heavy. It was close to -10 degrees Celsius. Luo Wei felt as if she had instantly entered another season — winter! Thus, he couldn't help but start to tremble.
The morgue was not large, but there were nearly a dozen portable beds. Each bed was covered in a layer of white sheets. The towering white sheets proved that there was a corpse underneath.
In addition to the heavy air conditioning, the air was also permeated with the pungent smell of formalin.
Although he had been here once or twice, Luo Wei was still unable to adapt. He held his nose in one hand and his flashlight in the other, stopping beside a nearby bed. Then he lifted a corner of the sheet, took a deep breath, lowered his hand from his nose, and gently touched the dead man's calf.
"Come on, inspiration!" He was so excited that he could not help but pray in a low voice.
Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds!
His eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets, but he was still unable to see a single detail.
"Fuck, what's going on? Why can't I see anything? Impossible? "This …" He lifted his hand in disbelief, touched it again, and repeated it several times.
On the last try, a hand shot out from under the sheet and grabbed his elbow.
Ahh!" Luo Wei screamed in terror.
The "body" under the sheet suddenly sat up.
"Sorry, the inspiration didn't come, but a lot of the police did." The body actually smiled at him and spoke.
"You … "You …" "Luo Wei felt as if his tongue was coming to an end. He couldn't even speak properly. For a broadcaster like him, this was an unbearable pain." You... Yes... "It's the police …"
At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the morgue.
Dozens of plainclothes policemen appeared at the door as Lu Xiang walked in from among them.
"Sorry to trouble you, police officers." He bowed.
Fang Mo stood out and coughed twice before saying, "Mr. Luo, breaking into the hospital's morgue in the middle of the night is illegal. We need to take you back to the police station to record your statement, but before that, this friend has a few words he wants to say to you."
He patted Lu Xiang's shoulder and said, "You owe me a favor."
Lu Xiang nodded: "Got it."
Fang Mo then clapped his hands vigorously, "You've all worked hard. I'll treat you all to a midnight snack later. Get up."
After saying that, the "corpses" in the morgue stood up and walked down while complaining to each other. Luo Wei was dumbfounded — all these "corpses" were actually made up by the police.
After the police had all left, only Lu Xiang and Luo Wei remained.
"Isn't it strange that the police have set a trap here?" Lu Xiang smiled slightly. He wasn't in a hurry to take out the Soul Devouring Orb.
"At most, I've committed a small crime. They can only detain me for a few days." When Luo Wei saw that the police had gone outside, she was no longer afraid. Besides, this young man looked like a student. What could he do to her?
Lu Xiang said, "Actually, whatever you do has nothing to do with me. I'm only here to retrieve the lantern. This is an unknown item from the underworld, and it's of no benefit to you."
"You … You know how to walk a horse? " Luo Wei opened his eyes wide and took a few steps back subconsciously.
"Since you are using it as an inspiration for your creation, you should know that sooner or later you will be discovered. Just a week ago, a horror story you broadcast was heard by the real culprit of the incident, guilty of guilt and fear. Then I came to the police station and reported it. It's just that I don't know who provided you with the story, and then I sent the police to your colleague's house to ask, and I know that the manuscript was sent to you by someone else on the radio, but I didn't expect you to actually send it to yourself, and this sort of thing made it clear to the employees of the post office with just a little bit of cooperation. So I let the police follow you for a few days and saw you wandering around the entrance of the hospital for a long time. I immediately guessed that you might want to borrow the corpse's inspiration, so we waited here, but you didn't take out the lantern and even touched it with your hand, could it be that you and the lantern have become one? "
Luo Wei's breath quickened. It was unknown if it was because of the cold air or the fear in his heart, but his body trembled. "Who the hell are you? How do you know so much? "
Lu Xiang wasn't in a hurry to answer him and continued, "Implantation of a walking stick into my body is a convenient way to do so. I don't even need to feed him blood every day, I just directly take the blood in my body. However, if anything goes wrong with my recovery, you can only blame yourself for it. "
Without wasting any more time on nonsense, he took out the Soul Devouring Orb.
"Don't!" Luo Wei covered his face with his hands and shouted.
Lu Xiang didn't pay any attention to him. The Soul Devouring Orb started emitting a red light. "Xiu —" Luo Wei's left eye instantly exploded, and the lantern hidden inside was quickly sucked into the Soul Devouring Orb.
"I... "My eyes …" Luo Wei kneeled on the ground in agony, clutching his eyes. Fresh blood was seeping through his fingers, drop by drop, onto the ground.
"You stole my dream!" He murmured.
"Dreams are always realized on their own, not on something or someone else. There is no such thing as a free lunch. When you get a free lunch, it's very likely that this will be your last lunch. " Lu Xiang looked straight at him, his tone firm.
"Who the hell are you?" Luo Wei asked again unwillingly.
"Then remember, my name is Lu Xiang, I'm a underworld detective!"