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Chapter 228 Useless Ring
Ten p.m.

There are still a few stars visible in the sky, and a moon as white as my butt.

Tonight is the night of the full moon.

The smoker put out his cigarette early and hid on the roof of a house more than 20 meters away from the morgue, waiting for the staff there to leave.

The two drivers of the corpse truck had a shift. One went home to take a nap, and the other slept with the empty body bag.

It was a good idea to use a clean body bag as a backing, pull a blanket over me, and lie flat in the car.

Well, the driver was snoring and sleeping as deeply as a pig. No big movement could wake him up.

This is a solution.

It's time to act.

The smoker jumped down from the roof lightly and walked towards the morgue in a half-crouched position.

The door to the morgue was closed, and the old man who looked after the door was sleeping quietly on a recliner.

If there is too much noise when opening the door, it will be in vain to wake up the old man.

Old people always sleep very lightly.

The smoker opened the window and jumped in cautiously.

He looked at the old man and hid the old man's reading glasses beside him.

In this way, even if he made a big noise, the old man with blurred vision would not be able to recognize who he was.

Taking a gentle breath, the smoker held the door handle of the inner room.

The door is unlocked, which is great.

He opened the door quietly and walked in half-crouching.

A cold wind blew in my face.

Before the air conditioner woke up the old man, the smoker closed the door.

The rows of large cabinets were freezing cold, and most of them probably contained corpses.

There were three things that looked like operating beds, two of which had human figures on them.

That rat-like member of the Shadow Alliance only told him that she was a woman, so how could he find her?
Open the freezers one by one?That's too much trouble.

However, there is no other choice now.

The smoker was going to open the freezers one by one and check the bodies.

He looked to the left on the morgue. There was a tag tied to the body's left foot.

It says, someone's name, gender, and a number.

With this gray-white skin and familiar foot shape, Smoker could tell at a glance that this was the body of the child's mother who he found hanged during the day.

"Do I know how to recognize people by their feet?" He said very softly, "It's like necrophilia plus foot fetish. Forget it, this fetish is too explosive."

With such a label, smokers can at least quickly distinguish between men and women, which can save a lot of time.

He looked to the right at the morgue.

Wait, did the corpse's legs move?There isn't even a label on it. It was just delivered before the morgue closed. Isn't it too late to add a label?
His game backpack didn't include black donkey hooves, black dog blood, or peach wood swords or any other traditional means of fending off enemies. He didn't know if the dagger that had cut down dozens of aberrations wouldn't work.

The smoker held the short knife and slowly approached the suspected corpse.

[You have been invaded by the chip plug-in [Nerve Blocker]]

What the hell?

He suddenly felt weak all over, as if he had drunk a lot of wine, and he could not stand firmly.

There are hackers!But where are the hackers?
The "corpse" lying on the morgue suddenly stood up, pulled away the shroud, picked up a heavy saw and chopped at the smoker.

Judging from the position where it was taken out, it might have been used to cut the bones of the corpse.

The smoker managed to dodge for a moment, but was hit and lost a little blood.

But this is not over yet!
The hacker disguised as a corpse continued to chop at the smoker with a saw.

His dagger blocked it, but his grip was weak, and the dagger flew out and fell to the ground.

He was unarmed, and it was too late to go to the game backpack to get new weapons at this moment.

The hacker came again with a saw!
The smoker's heart was filled with evil fire.

First, he was attacked by hackers, and then he was hacked with a bone saw until he was running away with his head covered.

If you don't have a weapon, you don't have a weapon. Let's see whether he, the player, recovers from his injuries first, or the hacker kills him first.

He made up his mind to hurt both sides, covered his neck and head with his arms and rushed towards the hacker.Seeing that something was wrong, the hacker wanted to dodge, but was held by the arm of Smoker, who was running in a different direction.

The two fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah." The hacker let out a cry of pain. She was a woman.

But gender makes no difference in the eyes of the smoker at this moment; if the hacker makes any more noise, he will be exposed!

click!

Another short knife disappeared from the game backpack, and then landed under Smoker's right hand.

He strangled the hacker's neck with his left hand, grabbed the short knife with his right hand, and pointed it at the hacker's eyes.

"Say! Why did you attack me!" Yan Gui's tone was fierce and ruthless, revealing the venom of a member of the Giant Spirit City gang.

"You..." The hacker was choked and it was extremely difficult to speak, "You were the one who... discovered the body of the child's mother during the day..."

Does this voice seem familiar?

The smoker finally recognized the attacker.

He said softly: "Encourer? If you don't go home to sleep after get off work, why are you lying on the bed where the corpse is sleeping and pretending to be dead?"

The female mortician gasped: "What about you? You don't sleep and go to the morgue in the middle of the night. This place is not open to the public."

The smoker had an idea and was ready to play out his bad guy image to the end.

He said in a deep voice: "Your life is in my hands now. Be obedient, otherwise another undertaker will collect your body."

The female embalmer gave up her resistance: "You are not that kind of person. That kind of person would not be able to let go of a child locked up with his mother's body."

The smoker looked at the female mortician under him, and suddenly felt that this guy was really beautiful. The hand holding his neck felt like it was pressing on the milky white silk, and it felt very good.

However, there is no love in e-sports!

"Originally, I just wanted to come quietly and leave quietly, but now there is an additional witness," he looked at the female embalmer, "What do you think we should do about this matter? Only the dead will shut up."

"I won't tell anyone." The female undertaker could only say this.

The smoker said: "I'm looking for something. If you know, telling me is like buying your life."

"Corpse?" said the female undertaker. "If you want to steal a corpse, you'd better kill me now. I won't tell you."

The smoker sighed: "What do I want the corpse for? It's stinky and dirty. I want a ring with a pterodactyl engraved on it. You are an embalmer. You should know who has this ring on his hand."

The female undertaker was slightly startled: "You want to steal that ring? Why, it's not worth anything."

It is worthless?

Then why did the Rat Man ask him to steal the ring?Are you teasing him?

The smoker stood up and stretched out his hand to the female undertaker on the ground like a gentleman: "So and so, get up, the ground is cold."

"Now you know the ground is cold?" The female undertaker got up and coughed twice, "My neck will definitely get bruises. And I was still sleeping on my beauty sleep, and suddenly a wretched fat pervert came in .”

The smoker crossed his arms: "Sleeping in the morgue for beauty sleep? No wonder you can be an embalmer. Okay, okay, okay, I apologize and treat you to a nice meal when you have time. But since the ring is not valuable, you should just give it to me. ."

The female undertaker reluctantly opened a freezer and took a ring from the hand of the female corpse.

This violated her professional ethics, but she was also afraid that the smoker behind her would break out and hurt someone.

"Give."

The smoker took the ring, looked at the pterodactyl engraved on it, and put it in his trouser pocket.

"That's it," he said, "so and so, you continue to sleep on your beauty sleep while I leave. Just pretend I've never been here."

The female undertaker said in a cold voice: "What's your name? You even asked me to treat you to dinner. You might disappear as soon as you go out."

The smoker scratched his head.

Originally, he was just talking politely, but now it seemed like he was really going to treat the guests to dinner.

"What about you? What's your name?" Smoker turned around, "You'll always be here anyway, right? I'll come here after a while."

The old man's muttering came from outside the morgue.

It seemed that so much movement still woke him up.

Anyway, the ring was in his pocket, so the smoker ran away.

"Hey!" the female undertaker shouted behind him.

The smoker ran away like a gust of wind.

The twisting body under the night sky is his late youth.

(End of this chapter)