Chapter 4: The Mummified Black Cat Appears One After Another

  Actually, as long as you understand the structure of the lock, opening it is not a difficult task. To put it simply, no matter what style or model the lock is, as long as it consists of a lock body and a lock core, the lock core must be a circular object. This principle will not change even after decades or centuries. Now that there is the tin foil unlocking method, it's even easier. However, the tin foil used for unlocking is specially made and cannot be purchased by ordinary people.

  I had a flashlight in my mouth, first using one bent bottom ear scoop to hook the lower edge of the lock core, then inserting another ear scoop with a flattened spoon part into the lock core, finding the first spring inside, and after some manipulation, pressing it onto the contact surface between the lock core spring hole and the lock body spring hole. Then, following the same procedure, I fixed the second and third springs. While doing this, I used the first ear scoop to rotate the lock core to ensure that the already fixed springs were locked in place and wouldn't be pushed out by the subsequent springs - there is no lock with an interior that is perfectly seamless, as long as there is a margin of error, it can be exploited.

  After repeated efforts, after an extremely long 15 minutes of effort, I finally fixed all the balls in the lock core. Not daring to slack off, the ear spoon in my right hand tightly hooked onto the already rotated lock core outer mouth, and my left hand took out a small paper package, pouring all the graphite powder inside into the keyhole, then taking out the third ear spoon, inserting it into the keyhole and making several piston movements. When the graphite powder had taken effect as a lubricant, I used both the first and second ear spoons to card the lock core and turn it forcefully.

  A loud crack echoed through the pitch-black surroundings, making it even more jarring.

  The lock is open.

  I really don't know whether I should let out a sigh of relief or keep my nerves tense - this gate, which is almost the entrance to hell or purgatory, has been opened by me. Alright, carefully take down this big lock and put it on the ground beside me. With an extremely nervous heart, I pulled open the iron door a crack.

  This door opens on my side. There is light shining through from behind it, indicating that the lights are on inside.

  In case there were staff members walking by, I crouched down and opened the door.

  What caught my eye was a pale and withered hand. I involuntarily looked up...

  My hand suddenly covered my mouth.

  A corpse with a pale complexion and a withered appearance stood right in front of me!

  The light was shining from behind, so his face was backlit, with deep-set eye sockets and shriveled lips revealing a few yellow teeth protruding outward. All of these were wrapped in the dark shadows of the backlight, looking exceptionally eerie and ominous...

  I clamped my hand tightly over my mouth, preventing myself from crying out. If I had cried out, I would have definitely been discovered, and the consequences would be unthinkable.

  But when a person is extremely frightened, they must shout to relieve themselves.

  I forcibly suppressed the urge to shout out loud.

  If it were someone else, they would probably slam the door shut. But I just closed it gently.

  The difference between people lies in whether they can remain calm in extreme situations. I consider myself to be a person with relatively strong self-control.

  After calming down a bit, I started thinking, what the heck is going on?

  How can a corpse stand up? Is it fake death? Could it be... could it be the "zongzi" written in the grave robbery?

  But I didn't feel any pulling force from the door - whatever this bizarre corpse was, it seemed to have no interest in me.

  Less than half a minute later, a voice came from behind the door.

  "Kick, kick......"

  It's footsteps.

  I bought a watch last year! Did it really resurrect? Can they even walk now? Aren't corpses supposed to be stiff? At most, can't they just jump around? How is there still a skill that can make them walk like this? What kind of innate talent did it learn to increase its skills?

  No, absolutely not. The footsteps were made by leather shoes. Corpses in the morgue, no matter what they're wearing or not, are always barefoot.

  Wearing shoes, it shouldn't be something running out of a morgue. Most likely they are staff members.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, a nagging voice rose up, sounding annoying.

  I recall that in the morgue, there is a kind of rack that can hang the corpse's armpits on it. This sound is probably emitted from the pulley under this rack. The reason for hanging up the corpse is not because there are missing limbs to be reattached, but rather because a special autopsy needs to be performed. Judging from the dryness of the corpse, it was likely placed in an environment with good ventilation and drying for a long time, perhaps it's a mummy dug out from some ancient tomb, and brought to this hospital for research purposes.

  I pressed my ear against the iron gate and listened carefully, the staff pushing the cart had already walked far away, so I reopened the door and looked around to make sure no one was there. Hurriedly retreated back, took out the raincoat and mask from my backpack, and fully armed myself.

  After putting on these things, it's hard to tell whether you're fat or thin, handsome or ugly in front of the camera.

  Maybe someone will wonder, why I open the door and take a look first before putting on these things? Isn't it a waste of time? It's simple, if I put on my raincoat and mask, what if I'm discovered by someone when I open the door, turn around and run away, there won't be enough time to take them off. Once I run out of the safe passage exit into the hall... can you imagine a person wearing a raincoat easily escaping in a hospital hallway? I'll definitely become the target of everyone's attention.

  After making sure no one was around, I dared to put on the raincoat and inserted my hands into the two holes that had already been cut out. Convenient for arm movement - you know, raincoats usually don't have sleeves, of course, in order to make it convenient for arm movement, even if there were sleeves, I would cut them off.

  All set, no more hesitation, swift entry.

  This is a 20-meter-long corridor, just like a hotel room corridor, with dim lights on top and doors on both sides.

  It's okay, there are no cameras. This corridor has no turns and no obstructions, if someone comes over, I'll be completely exposed. Now the most important thing is to quickly find the room where my goddess Xiao Luqi is located and hurry in.

  I chose to go left. Because the staff member who was pushing the stretcher just now went right. If that corpse is for research, it must be very valuable and is generally stored in the deepest part of the morgue. Reverse reasoning, the room where the latest deceased is kept should be at the other end.

  I wasn't mistaken. Each room's door had a date and AM/PM marked on it. Without taking two steps, I saw the room with May 24th AM - May 25th PM stuck on it, my heart skipped a beat, and I hastily pushed open the door to enter.

  Fortunately, the door of this room was not locked, and as soon as the handle was pressed lightly, the door opened.

  Inside, it's just as I imagined, a deep room with one side being the wall and the other side being row after row of cabinets, very much like storage containers in a shopping mall. Each container holds a once-lively body, a skin that had once experienced joy and sorrow. Now, the oil has run out, the lamp is dry, the soul has returned to heaven, leaving behind this flesh waiting to be sent into the blast furnace.

  Of course, in this eerie place where the smell of disinfectant and decaying bodies mixed together, it was absolutely not suitable for sentimental thoughts. Time was of the essence, so I hastily grabbed my flashlight and began searching through each cabinet one by one, my eyes scanning quickly. The order in which the bodies were placed was according to the time of death, from bottom to top, from left to right. Probably because there weren't many people who died between 0:00 on May 24th and 24:00 on May 25th, the cabinets here hadn't been filled up, only about half full. However, from start to finish, I didn't find the name "Xiao Luqi".

  How is this possible? Did she get transferred for emergency treatment?

  Searched again, still can't find it.

  Was it because they were in such a hurry that the staff forgot to put up signs? I looked at the last cabinet with a label on it.

  I clutched at a glimmer of hope and pulled out the cabinet on top of it.

  I almost shouted out loud.

  There is no human corpse inside, nor is it completely empty—

  There is a dead black cat inside...

  Its eyes were open, with a greenish color, and even after death, they still emitted an eerie glow under the flashlight. The stiffened body, after I stared at it for 5 seconds, seemed to twitch!

  How is this possible! I must be seeing things, my hands are shaking...

  But why is there a dead cat in this place where only the dead are buried?

  I couldn't help but think of the famous story in history about the fox spirit swapping the crown prince.

  In fact, in many mysterious tombs, there will be the shadow of a dead cat. Among them, the probability of black cats appearing is the highest. For example, in the cave where the Dead Sea Scrolls were unearthed, in the pyramid tomb of the Egyptian pharaoh... Even on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro, where ice and snow cover, a block of ice wrapped around a black cat was found.

  Just thinking about it, the black cat's corpse seemed to twitch again. My nerves couldn't take it anymore, and I slammed the cabinet shut with a bang.

  Still unwilling to give up, he pulled open the drawer above.

  Empty and hollow as if nothing exists.

  At this time, suddenly footsteps sounded, listening to the sound, it seemed to be walking towards this room.

  I bought a watch last year! I was clever for a lifetime and confused for a moment, and just now I was scared by a dead cat and made a noise, attracting people!

  As expected, this person came in following the sound of me slamming the cabinet shut just now. He walked in.

  Perhaps he was also a little afraid. After all, in this place where everyone is dead, making any strange sound would be terrifying.

  But he turned around in a circle and didn't find anything unusual, so he finally left.

  Ridiculous me. Just to sneak a peek at the corpse of a beauty, now I'm lying in this extremely cold morgue like a real corpse. Inside the cabinet, the stench is even heavier. A smell similar to rotting flesh and maggots fills my neck and above.

  He didn't find me because when I heard his footsteps, I flipped over and jumped into the mortuary cabinet that had just been opened. Then, using my hands to support the walls of the cabinet on both sides, I relied on the friction between the raincoat on my back and the plastic sheet below to force the cabinet shut, narrowly avoiding being discovered by the person who entered.