In the silent corridor, the sound was particularly abrupt.

Anhe wanted to complain before, but this elevator actually has sound.

An He took a step back, leaned diagonally, and looked over from Ke Tong's neck.

There are lights in the corridors, cold lights, and the color is cold.

The six rows of cold light lights in the corridor that have not been managed for many years have been broken, and there are occasionally a few lights that flicker.

At the end of the swaying and swaying lights, like moths covered in a layer of smoke and stained with white putty, they hit the lights with a "click".

"Crackling".

Then the elevator closed again.

Don't know why.

An He felt that the elevator door was closing very slowly.

At the moment when it was about to close, Anhe looked away.

"Bang!"

The line of sight has shifted, but the embers of the field of vision have seen dripping blood.

Anhe's pupils contracted violently.

"Den!"

"Ahhhh!!!" An He shouted and grabbed Ke Tong, his voice became unstable, "I-I-I!!! There is something in that elevator!"

Ke Tong was startled by him and was so angry: "What did you see?"

An He said in his ear, "There's a ghost hand in that elevator!"

Ke Tong's face turned blue: "Shut up!"

【Ah ah ah! ! ! I saw it too! ! ! 】

【Why didn't I see it? Did you read it wrong? 】

[Wuwuwu, the camera flashed just now, I didn't see it clearly! 】

[Wife Xiaozhi, come and protect me! ! ! Hey, I don't know if I can see Xiaozhi's wife today. 】

The administrator smiled beside him: "Isn't it true, there have been people who died inside. I heard that the death was terrible. Are you afraid?"

Ke Tong's face turned pale: "What are you afraid of, can there be an angel of death scaring you?"

The management said: "Huh. He is not afraid of death."

Ke Tong glanced at the morgue, and there were several corpses in it.

Ke Tong asked, "I heard that he had a weird smile on his face when he died?"

The management touched the warm soy milk: "Yeah. It's a big smile, it's like encountering the happiest thing in the world. They made a deal with the devil, do you believe it?"

"Huh—" An He asked, "Have you ever taken pictures of the dead?"

The management lifted his eyelids: "You dare to see?"

An He said: "If you dare to show it to me, I will see it."

The management did not make it difficult for them, and he flipped through the files next to him and recognized two photos.

"Look."

The two people saw the person in the photo through the dim light.

Just slapped the face.

The face is shot, the huge smiling face is very clear.

The stiff muscles were pulled on both sides, and even the movements of the corners of his eyes and brows were indescribably strange.

On his dead white face, he smiled rigidly but brilliantly, no longer disturbed by illness.

It was as if an invisible hand was pulling the muscles on both sides of his cheeks.

An He looked more and more frightening, and threw the photo to Ke Tong: "Look at it."

Ke Tong didn't eat ginseng fruit like Zhu Bajie. He read the photo carefully, and kept all the details firmly in his mind.

Then he handed the file back, and he noticed that there was a 6 on it.

It seems that there are already six people who have died in this way. If it is not intentional killing, then only ghost killing can be explained.

The management took back the file booklet and put it back in his management folder. He seemed to have remembered something. He said to the two: "It's a coincidence. I just sent one over today. Do you want to see it?"

An He almost jumped up: "lucky! Of course it depends!"

The top of his head has a twisted strand of hair, which makes people feel silly when shaken.

[Oh my God, for the first time I found that An He looks like an old silly dog! 】

【Do you see Brother Ke Tong's eyes? I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates. That's what my brother's eyes mean. 】

[Well, I just glanced at the picture of the dead man, it's really scary! ! ! 】

[Their faces are very strange, how could anyone smile like that when they died? The arc of that laugh was a little too big. I did the same thing in front of the mirror, guess what? 】

【What's going on? 】

[Normal people can't do it at all, unless they don't care whether they die or not. 】

[Come to a class representative to speak. 】

[In other words, there is no way for a living person to do this expression, and only a dead person can do this action. 】

Ke Tong also discovered this problem. The expressions of the dead people in the pictures were too grim. Hearing that a fresh corpse was brought here, of course he wanted to take a look.

At first glance, the administrator looks like a good fisherman. In fact, he is not that old, but he looks like an elderly person in his movements.

The management said: "Generally speaking, these are not easily seen. But if you..."

Move, it's coming for something.

Anhe understood, and immediately offered two valuable cigarettes.

An He flattered: "Hey, uncle, I have a few good cigarettes here, but I have used them to honor you. You see, it's not easy for you to work here. Today's affairs really trouble you."

The management put away the cigarettes and patted An He on the shoulder: "You really understand."

After putting away the cigarette, he slowly opened the door of the morgue.

As soon as the door of the mortuary was opened, the cold and dry air rushed toward the face, and there was a chill unique to the dead.

I don't know who arranged the lighting effects, but the cold, snow-white light and shadow fell on the cold iron bed, and it felt like pulling life and death away.

In the morgue, covered with white cloth, there were several corpses.

An He rubbed the goose bumps on his hands and sighed: "It's cold enough, yo, a lot of people have died recently."

The manager glanced at him and put the cigarettes into the bag: "Not much, sometimes there are too many, and there is not enough here. In the past, those who couldn't wait for it were directly pulled to cremation. Can't see."

An He shrugged: "That's really miserable, hey, uncle, where is the one you said?"

The management stared at the corpse in a corner for a long time, until his eyes were stained with a clear smile.

"where?"

[What's the matter, I seem to feel that the management is laughing? ? ? 】

[Upstairs you are not blind, but he really smiled. Unlike the fake smile before, his smile is like seeing a baby that makes him happy. 】

[Hey—how did he show such an expression to a corpse? ? ? Could it be that he has a necrophilia? ? ? 】

[Stop, where do you want to go...Although this is a good drive...cough, cough, doesn't anyone think that the management itself is very strange? 】

[Hey, I feel a little bit when I hear you say that he is strange. I remember when the camera swept in front of him at first, his feet were a little lame, but now it looks like, isn't he very good? ? ? 】

【Isn't it? Not only did I feel that his feet were no longer lame, but I also felt that the temperament of managing the whole body suddenly changed. When I saw the management before, I thought he was an uncle who messed around, but since he started talking, I felt a strange sense of oppression! ! 】

【I feel it too! ! ! There is a pressure from the superior! ! ! 】

【I have a bad idea! ! ! 】

"Uncle, you've been looking over there, is that the corpse?" An He stepped over there, "I'm a little timid, brother Ke Tong, you have to look at me a little bit! Hey, hey, Ke Tong. Brother Tong, don't go so fast, rush to see the corpse."

It really is.

Ke Tong has met so many men and women, but he has never seen such an annoying person, so it is very difficult for him to immediately take off his smelly shoes and slap An He.

And what made him even more concerned was.

Before, he had a conversation with Xiaozhi Miaomiao. Xiaozhi Miaomiao told him that he was in the morgue.

First, he didn't tell Xiaozhi Miaomiao that he was going to the morgue, how did the other party know?

Second, will Xiaozhi Miaomiao also follow?

Ke Tong connected the clues and came to a conclusion.

Maybe Twig Meow Meow is spying on him!

And in terms of how obsessed Xiaozhi Miaomiao is with him, Xiaozhi Miaomiao might really follow.

If he does come...

Ke Tong remembered what An He said about the weird big hand in the elevator. Since Xiaozhi Miaomiao is so crazy for him, let him try the one in the elevator.

After making up his mind, Ke Tong walked over to the corpse over there.

The gloomy wind blew, Ke Tong narrowed his eyes, and for a moment, he felt a corpse in the corner, and his naked fingers moved.

[I really want to see the corpse move...]

[It’s an illusion, it must be an illusion. 】

[Hey, wasn't that a gust of wind just now? At first I was blinded by the wind. 】

[Woooooo, it's too scary! ! ! The corpse moves, the corpse moves! ! ! I saw both eyes! ! ! 】

·

a little itchy.

Still a little cold.

The key seems to be that someone is staring at him. The scary thing is that the gaze seems to be hot, and he can light the white cloth covering his face.

It was so cold, and there was a mosquito scratching on his hand, drawing blood from it.

But there is no blood.

Sunanzhi thought.

I'm already dead, and there's no way I can give you blood.

However, the mosquito straw stuck into the small opening, and it was a little itchy.

Sunanzhi's face under the white cloth was about to cry.

【“Mr. System, my fingers are so itchy.”】

System: ["But the host, you are trying to put on a corpse, you can't move."]

Su Nanzhi felt uncomfortable: ["Please, please, Mr. System, can you give me a breath and let me scratch it quietly?"]

System: ["Wuhu, OK."]

The system took the data and gave Sunanzhi a sigh of relief, and the gloomy wind blew, and Sunanzhi took the opportunity to scratch the pimple in her hand.

Itching to death.

The moment he retracted his hand, he heard the system screaming in his mind.

System: ["Oh my God, host, so you want to use this method to create horror value! Even your predecessors didn't think of a way, you actually thought of it!!! And, if the host really thinks so , tell me in advance, and I'll give you a hard shave!"]

Sunanzhi:  …

Sunanzhi: ["But...the corpses are all naked..."]

System: ["My God, the host sacrificed his life to create terror!!!"]

Sunanzhi: ... I will definitely not dislike the system because it is stupid, I want to heal its brain for it.

The author has something to say: explain it.

Anhe is the player.

Anle is an NPC.

When the name was chosen, um, just um, I didn't realize they were so similar.

Anle called Anle because he was euthanized.

hint:

【Immovable Morgue Play】

My weird X-P...