Chapter 175: The refrigerator

Conan Doyle looked at it and there was indeed a pack of bulging things in his white coat's pocket. He took it out from it. It was indeed a heavy key with a white mark on it. When he saw the three words "morgue", he was sure that this guy didn't lie to him. He scolded him and let him go.

Finally got relief, the director's hands were red, and his face was twisted and deformed due to severe pain.

"Hmph, damn guy, what's his name?" The director looked at the other two doctors.

"It seems that he is called Conan Doyle. He is the person in charge of the case." A thin and trembling answered.

"Conan Doyle? Humph, today is your day of worship next year." The director took out the phone calmly and pressed a series of numbers: "Hey? Is it my brother?"

When Conan Doyle heard the sound coming from behind, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Underworld? Fight with me, you are still tender.

When he arrived at the door of the morgue, Tang Yan, Yin Hui and Lan Ting were all waiting here. The three of them were shivering with coldness.

"Why did you come?" Lan Ting asked with some complaints, and looked up at the three words of the eye-catching morgue: "This place is really... I don't want to stay for a second."

"If you don't want to stay for too long, go back." Yin Hui replied coldly: "Just have the courage to write horror novels? It would be great if you weren't scared to death by horror novels." Conan Doyle also sneered, as if mocking Lan Ting.

"What's wrong? Didn't I behave very bravely in the ward just now?" Lan Ting also began to complain. "No matter what, I've seen ghosts, how can I say I'm scared to death by horror novels?"

Yin Hui burst out laughing: "You are so embarrassed to mention the ward? But it's strange. You have put on the invisibility talisman. How could that ghost discover you?"

While speaking, Conan Doyle had already opened the door. With a crisp click, the door opened, and a stream of air conditioning turned into thick fog and rushed up, as if a group of evil ghosts were asking for food.

"If you want to prove yourself, go in first." Conan Doyle glanced at Lan Ting disdainfully, and then said coldly.

"Okay." Lan Ting looked confident and then crawled into the door. The cold mist inside quickly awakened her reason. She realized that she had made a hateful decision.

Seeing Lan Ting's figure disappearing into the thick fog, Yin Hui showed a bad smile: "This little girl is so funny. Let's go." After that, he pulled Tang Yan in.

The fog inside was very big, filled with cold fog. A dim energy-saving lamp was on, but the effect was not very good, and the thick fog could not be illuminated at all, just as if the energy-saving lamp did not exist at all.

There is no sign of the two of them either.

"Strange, the room is not big, why can't you see two people?" Yin Hui felt a sense of insecurity. He focused on both sides, but could not feel a trace of yang energy fluctuations.

"Yin Hui?Yin Hui? Where are you?" After Conan Doyle walked in, he suddenly turned around, but found that he was surrounded by thick fog. He regretted that he had walked too fast. He looked around carefully and wanted to retreat, but he found that the door behind him did not exist.

"Yin Hui, where are you?" Conan Doyle shouted again, but no one answered.

"It's strange, why is this happening?" Conan Doyle's heart was pounding. He was the leader of the incredible team. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so panicked when encountering things, but for some reason, he always seemed to have something stuffed into his heart, which made her unable to calm down.

Her eyes were fumbled around in this small space, and the thick fog around completely covered him, and his visibility was no two meters. At this moment, she was just thinking about how to find Yin Hui as soon as possible, and forgot everything else.

But what disappointed her was that after searching for a long time, there was no Yin Hui at all. Instead, the cold freezer around her reminded her again and again that she was in the morgue.

Click.

Suddenly, a slight voice came, she was startled and looked around alertly, but there was nothing abnormal around her. Only then did she let go of her heart and gently called Yin Hun.

Bang.

He was just looking at the figure on both sides looking for Yin Hun, but he forgot to go ahead and accidentally ran into the freezer where the body was filled.

This made her head dizzy. She took several steps back before she could barely stop. She touched her forehead with her hand. It was cold and a bit cold. Some sticky liquid dipped in her hand. She took her hand down and saw that it turned out to be blood, dazzling and eye-catching blood.

But the blood is very cold and biting, it shouldn't be my own. So whose blood is it?

After her calm analysis, she finally admitted that the blood was stuck from the freezer. She walked up carefully and wanted to find the freezer. She had a big doubt in her heart: Since the freezer is cold, the blood should be frozen, and the corpses in the morgue have been processed, and the blood on the body has been cleaned up long ago. There should not be blood on the corpse, but this blood is...

A hint of nervousness appeared in her heart. When she plucked up her courage and finally found the freezer, her heart suddenly shrank: "There was actually a lot of sticky blood, and it was ticking out. It seemed that the blood should have been covered with sticky layers, very thick."

The bright red blood seemed very dazzling in the strange darkness, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

Blood, why is there so much blood? She was temporarily confused by the scene in front of her and forgot to find Yin Hui.

Haha, haha, haha.

Just as she was immersed in her eyes, she suddenly heard the sharp laughter of a woman like a metal collision. He was a little stunned, and his eyes slowly moved up along with the laughter.

When her eyes finally reached the top of the freezer, she took a breath of cold air in shock. A blue and pale woman was lying on the freezer with twisted limbs on the freezer. Her eyes were staring at her without eyeballs, and her hair drooped in a mess. The most important thing was that there was a scar on his neck that was as big as a bowl, which seemed to have been torn off a layer of skin. The blood was dripping as if it was not flowing out of the tight faucet.

"Ah, you... who are you?" Conan Doyle retreated repeatedly, and unknowingly hit the freezer behind him.

"Strange, the space just now was so big, but why did the space become so small in the blink of an eye?" She turned around and paid attention to the freezer behind her, and it took her a long time to come to her senses.

The freezer made a creaking sound, and then the freezer drawer slowly opened automatically.

Indeed, it is slowly opening automatically.

Hahahahahahahahahaha.

The female corpse on the freezer behind her also made a terrifying laugh, as if laughing at her, ticking, ticking, and the sound kept ringing, as if a mosquito was lingering in her ears, making people irritated.

In the drawer, an extremely twisted and deformed grimace slowly appeared, his mouth was covered with blood, and there seemed to be some rags of clothes.

While she was alert to the female corpse behind her, she looked at the body of the man inside the cabinet.

She seemed to be much more calm. She firmly believed what Yin Hui said to him that all ghost phenomena were just illusions. She closed her eyes, hoping to admit that the illusions in front of her were indeed false. When she opened her eyes, she could see Yin Hui standing in front of him and saying to him: "Look, everything is just illusions."

But when she really opened her eyes, she was disappointed because the cold freezer in front of her was still there, and the body lying inside was still staring at her coldly with half-open eyes. She was so scared that she took a few steps back.

Hehe, hehe.

The corpse actually made a few heavy laughs, and then he sat upright from inside, staring at him with his eyes fixed on him.

His mouth was filled with blood, confusing a lot of meat scraps. She was wondering what meat he was eating, but she saw that it was his left arm empty, and on his left arm, he was holding an arm that was broken into two pieces and stuffing it hard into his mouth.

When I bite it, it was as if I had bitten a juicy persimmon. Blood squeezed out and splashed everywhere, many of which splattered on her face.

Bang.

The female corpse that was originally lying on the freezer actually fell off the freezer, and the strange twisting of the body was even more exaggerated, which was not something that humans could achieve.

A stream of black blood flowed out from under her body, like a small river, slowly rolling down towards him.

"You... don't come here, otherwise I'm... unceremonious to you." Conan Doyle touched his trembling hands into his pocket of his shirt and groped for a long time.

But the corpse ignored her at all and still slowly approached in a strange posture, looking at his face full of resentment.

"Hehe, hehe."

“Gaga, ghaga!”

More and more freezers made such terrifying sounds, and then there were continuous crackling sounds. All the freezers were turned on, and incomplete corpses kept popping out of them, their eyes were full of curiosity, and their mouths were rattled laughter.
Chapter completed!