Chapter Thirteen: The Winding Path

  The warehouse is not large, but it can hold dozens of corpses.

  I looked at the dozens of corpses piled up like a small mountain, and I couldn't help but feel a chill. These people must not have died normally. The common people are very superstitious, believing in things like feng shui and ghosts. If these people had died normally, their bodies would definitely not be piled up here. They would probably have been buried in some place with good feng shui or spiritual energy by now. Which family would put the body of their loved one in a place like this? Unless it was a family that had been ruined and destroyed, or a family with hearts as cruel as wolves and dogs.

  Looking at the pile of deformed corpses in front of me, those faces that could no longer be recognized were terrifying. Were they suffering from some kind of disease? No, if it was a contagious disease, the hospital would have to report it to their superiors, otherwise the entire hospital would be held responsible for whatever happened. As soon as I thought of this, I immediately dismissed the idea. If it was a disease, why would this woman who was clearly a doctor also be here, and she had been dead for a long time already.

  Suddenly, I saw a familiar black corner of clothing exposed among the pile of corpses, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't recall where I had seen that grey corner before.

  A strong curiosity prompted me to walk over to the pile of corpses, and I touched a small piece of black clothing that was exposed, which was very clean and did not have the red and green mixed stains like those on the other corpses.

  I flipped through the black corner of the garment in my hand, and there were many patches on it. From the outside, they all looked like one color, but inside, they were colorful patches.

  I thought back to the people and clothes I had seen before, even my uncle who came to our house half a year ago to deliver wine. Suddenly, an image appeared in my mind - it was an old man in his fifties or nearly sixty, with a cigarette in his mouth, about my height. Ah, yes! It was the old man on duty at the hospital, Zhang Qihuah. When Da Zhuang and I first came to this hospital, Old Man Zhang was wearing that very same outfit. I remember Da Zhuang even joked that if you wear it with the front side out, you look like a senior citizen, but if you wear it with the back side out, you look like a young girl.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't care about being clean anymore. "Don't blame me, I'm also doing it to see if I know the person under you, forgive me." I muttered two sentences, and immediately covered my nose with my left hand and pushed the corpse at the corner of the clothes with my right hand.

  The corpse that was pressing on the corner of the clothes was pushed to one side by my right hand, and suddenly a face I was very familiar with appeared, and the owner of this face was the old man who had been seen in the duty room before.

  The old man's eyes were open, but there was no spark in his pupils, and it seemed that he had already died. Looking at the old man's body, I became even more convinced of my thoughts, but as for this, I couldn't muster up any strength. At this time, Da Zhuang had already disappeared, leaving only me alone. Now, I was completely unable to stir up anything.

  I calmed down and thought carefully, still deciding to go out and find the local police to solve this matter, but before that, I must first find Da Zhuang and pull him out, whether he's dead or alive.

  At that moment, I lifted my feet and prepared to walk towards the door. Suddenly, I heard a "creaking" sound, which was very familiar to me. Wasn't this the same sound as when I opened this thick wooden door just now?

  After hearing the sound, I looked back and found a wooden box. Immediately, I turned around and ran lightly and quickly to the back of the wooden box. I climbed up onto the edge of the box and stared at the door, seeing only a black figure, taller than me.

  The figure walked towards the pile of corpses, and made a sound that only leather shoes could make. When I heard this sound, I let out a sigh of relief, it wasn't a ghost after all.

  All I saw was the figure walking to the side of the corpse heap, looking at the corpse heap. With the help of the light, I saw that the owner of the figure was a middle-aged man. All I saw was that the middle-aged man had rubber gloves on his hands and was constantly pinching those deformed corpses with his gloved hands.

  Light! No! Where did the light come from? With the help of the light, I saw the middle-aged man's appearance and couldn't help but take a breath. Only then did I remember that after I came in, I actually put the oil lamp on the wooden box behind which I am now hiding.

  This isn't self-inflicted, is it?! I cursed myself silently, at this moment I really wanted to slap myself.

  The middle-aged man patted the rotting growth on the deformed corpse again, and with a burst of strength, he slapped the rotting growth into a pulp. The greenish-red stuff splattered everywhere, and it was clear that even the middle-aged man's face and clothes were covered in it.

  Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel my stomach churning again. This son of a bitch is really suspicious. Seeing the middle-aged man's behavior, I was convinced that these corpses must be related to him.

  Suddenly the middle-aged man burst into loud laughter, then walked towards the wooden box I was hiding behind. As I watched him approach the wooden box, my heart filled with a hundred resentments - damn it, I had betrayed myself! I gripped the iron rod in my hand tightly, preparing to engage in a fierce battle with the middle-aged man. Just as he drew closer and closer to me...

  Just as the middle-aged man stood beside the wooden box, I was ready to stand up and fight him, but he seemed to be looking at the female corpse in a white coat as if he couldn't see me.

  Just as I thought the man hadn't noticed me and let out a sigh of relief, suddenly, that man gave a vicious kick, and with one foot, he kicked the wooden crate that was shielding me into pieces.