Chapter 11: The Stinky Morgue for 400 Recommended Tickets

  As soon as I entered the hall, I became alert. Avoiding the cameras as much as possible, I took the elevator directly to the 8th floor and walked into room 803.

  Back to the place where I first met Xiao Luqi, I have a lot of feelings. I still remember that at that time, the sunlight on her face brought out a color that made her look even more holy and warm. But now she has become an icy corpse, lying in the icebox in my home.

  I took off my hat and looked at the hospital bed where Xiao Luqi had lain.

  The ward has changed beyond recognition. Three beds are occupied by men in their fifties.

  I stood in the ward for a moment, and the patient and their family all looked at me. I hurriedly smiled and said, "Sorry, wrong room." Then I turned around and left.

  As soon as I left the ward, the lighter in my hand fell to the ground. The nurse sitting at the duty desk looked over at me from afar.

  I made an apologetic gesture to her, bent down and picked up the lighter. Then I walked straight in front of her and said softly: "Hello... my old man might go to the toilet in a while, that... he's been constipated for many years... can you... lend me a glove?"

  The nurse sister was already familiar with the situation of a filial son manually digging out his constipated parents' feces, and she forced a smile at me, got up and took out a pair of gloves from the low cabinet next to her: "Here, remember not to throw them into the toilet after use."

  I hastily thanked and took it, stuffing it into my pocket. I circled around, quietly going downstairs from the stairs.

  Okay, I actually forgot to bring gloves. It's my fault.

  But now there is, can start working.

  I turned into the hall, dodging the camera's position with ease, and entered that safe passage leading to the underworld.

  As soon as I entered, a foul odor hit me in the face. Although I was wearing a mask, it couldn't block out the smell, and I almost vomited.

  What's going on? Last time I came, it was still a strong smell of disinfectant. Did Wang Yongshun not come to work for the past two days and neglect the corpse, letting it rot?

  There are two types of mortuary cabinets, one is non-refrigerated, stored at room temperature. Because they will be taken to the funeral home for cremation soon. The other type is refrigerated. If all were refrigerated, it would consume too much electricity. After all, hospitals also need to consider costs, and electricity is mainly used for the upper floors. Living people are more important than dead people, and electricity should be prioritized for treating living patients, this logic is simple.

  However, some corpses were originally stored at room temperature, but due to unexpected circumstances, they could not be taken to the funeral home in time and had to be transferred to a freezer for storage. If they were not transferred, the stench of the rotting corpse would be unbearable. After Qin Shi Huang's death, the eunuch Zhao Gao kept the news secret and did not announce his death. To cover up the stench, he even bought a lot of salted fish to put on the carriage.

  Now this smell is like the simultaneous rotting of hundreds of corpses, stinking to the heart, stinking to the point of wind and rain being dull, stinking to the point of heaven and earth being dark.

  I'm terrified in my heart, if I stay under this smell for too long, I'm afraid I'll be poisoned to death.

  Actually, cadaveric toxin is a gas and ** released by various microorganisms decomposing the corpse, which has high pathogenicity.

  I steeled myself, hastily put on my gloves, turned on the flashlight and rushed into the darkness with three steps at a time.

  I arrived at the iron gate, and the lock was no longer an obstacle for me. I stuffed the flashlight into my mouth, took out the ear scoop that I had brought with me when I left home, and quickly settled it.

  It was supposed to be quick, but it actually took me five or six minutes. At this point, I already had a wave of dizziness. If I didn't take some protective measures, I'm afraid I would have fainted.

  I try to breathe as little as possible, pinch my thigh hard, and stay awake. I keep telling myself: no matter how terrifying the scene is when I open this door, I must not be afraid. Even if there are piles of corpses behind the door.

  On the other side of the door, it was pitch black. The sound of disinfectant dripping could be heard clearly.

  I took a look around and didn't see anything, just as I was about to take the flashlight out of my mouth to shine it inside. But because I was wearing a mask, the flashlight slipped from my mouth and fell to the ground. That damn flashlight quality! It broke with just one drop!

  I felt like I'd fallen into an ice pit. Made in A! This inferior product can't even withstand a single drop, is it trying to kill me? MD! My phone's also out of battery, what do I do now?

  People are most afraid of darkness. In an environment with no light at all, various fantasies may appear in front of your eyes, which are triggered by the deepest fear of darkness in your heart, especially when you are in such a terrifying and eerie place. But I have no way to retreat, since I arrived here tonight, I must explore it thoroughly, so that I can formulate my next strategy based on the current situation.

  I steeled myself, if I dragged it out any longer, I'd probably be poisoned by the foul smell and pass out. I had to find a solution quickly. Suddenly, I remembered that there was a lighter in my pants pocket, and I hastily felt for it. Suddenly, my hand stopped -

  No way, this intense stench is likely mixed with methane or other flammable gases. If I carelessly light it up, that's a death wish - not only will I be burned beyond recognition, but the oxygen here will also be depleted. If that happens, when Wang Yongshun arrives tomorrow morning, he'll just hum a tune and directly move my corpse into the morgue, no need for a stretcher even.

  Helpless, I can only rely on the memories of that day when I hastily glanced at this place and quickly outline its structure in my mind. Then I entered the iron gate, closed the door behind me, and walked to the right along the wall.

  The ground was wet and squelching, making a slapping sound when stepped on. I couldn't tell if the ground was covered in water, blood, or... corpse oil?

  Suddenly, something on the ground tripped me up and I almost fell over.

  In a panic, my first reaction was that there was a rotting corpse on the ground. Hurriedly comforting myself: Wang Yongshun's guts are big enough not to dare put corpses everywhere, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong.

  I leaned against the wall, feeling with my foot, this thing is very hard, square and square, it should be a cement base. Probably used for storing disinfectant liquid that drips from pipes. Fortunately, I didn't move forward quickly and didn't fall down, if I fell to the ground, my body would be covered in **, I wouldn't be able to leave with my whole body intact today. I couldn't help but miss that raincoat.

  Two more steps forward and I felt a door.

  I felt around the door for a bit but couldn't find the light switch.

  What's behind this door?

  With a surge of courage, she pulled down on the door handle and it actually opened.

  I hastily inserted my hand and felt that the room was exceptionally cold. I touched the switch by the door, and finally there was light. I quickly dodged inside and turned on the lights.

  The light is very bright. My eyes have been in the dark for a long time, and the sudden brightness makes me dizzy, unable to open my eyes.

  When I opened my eyes again, I almost shouted out in surprise -

  This room turned out to be an organ preservation room! On the tables in sight, there were three-tiered white shelves, and on the shelves, jars filled with hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys soaked in formalin. There was also a skeleton specimen, two black eye sockets that didn't see any light, but seemed to be staring at me dead.

  Generally speaking, only large hospitals have such a room in their morgue! How...

  I steeled myself and walked towards the wardrobe on my left, trying not to make eye contact with that skull.

  Inside the cabinet were all sorts of human organs, and in a large jar was a dead fetus, its face still seeming to wear a faint smile, as if it weren't floating in formaldehyde but in its mother's amniotic fluid. But now this smile seemed especially sinister, making my heart tighten with anxiety.

  No time to look closely, I searched through various bottles and jars on the small table beside me and finally let out a sigh of relief.

  Cotton balls, alcohol, this is just what I need. A flurry of activity, stuffing cotton balls dipped in alcohol into my nostrils and applying some to the mask. This way, for the time being, I don't have to worry about being poisoned by that foul-smelling corpse gas.

  I quickly walked out of the room and opened the door. Taking advantage of the light that came in, I made my way into the room across from it. The sign on this door read "Office", so it must be Wang Yongshun's room. After turning on the light, I went back to the first room, turned off the light and closed the door. Then I entered Wang Yongshun's office again.