See the Law of Deception

Chapter 66 Wang's Funeral Home (6)

"No."

Lu Jinzhao affirmed.

At least, it's not there unless it crawled into another mortuary.

Otherwise, why would she have just walked around the place? Did she have an unusual curiosity about the morgue?
"Come and help."

She didn't want to carry the body to the mortuary by herself.

As for where the departed body went, it's most likely still in the funeral home.

Being afraid now won't help. What you need to do is gather more clues and find as many conditions as possible to survive before breaking the rules.

".good."

Infected by Lu Jinzhao's calmness, Xiao Ping's tension also subsided slightly.

For some reason, the words spoken by this girl who was a little younger than me gave off a strangely reliable feeling.

The two of them worked together to move the body into an empty drawer. Lu Jinzhao noticed that even when they moved the body, the bells tied to the body's ankles did not ring.

"It seems this bell is quite special."

She even wondered if the bell would only ring when the corpse moved on its own.
"Alright, let's get out of here quickly, it's freezing." Xiao Ping urged after closing the drawer door and checking it again.

Lu Jinzhao nodded, and after the two left the morgue, they made a point of repeatedly checking that the metal door was properly closed.

Back in the corridor, Xiao Ping seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, as the two walked toward the elevator, Lu Jinzhao seemed to hear a sound behind him.

There was a faint, muffled sound, like something hitting a sheet of metal.

She suddenly turned around.

The door to the morgue stood quietly at the far end behind me.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ping asked, frowning.

He heard nothing.

".nothing."

Lu Jinzhao wasn't sure if she had misheard; she was inclined to believe she hadn't.

Perhaps the sound was too soft, and the two people's footsteps masked it, which is why Xiao Ping didn't hear it. However, she was quite perceptive and didn't miss that subtle movement.

The two tacitly chose not to take the elevator, but instead took the stairs.

As we left the morgue, the temperature rose, the chill dissipated, and even the atmosphere became more relaxed.

However, when Xiao Ping turned to look at his partner, he found that her expression was even more serious than it had been in the morgue.

"Are you really alright?" he pressed.

Lu Jinzhao merely frowned slightly, as if pondering something: "The sheet metal of the morgue should only be found in the cold storage, right?"

"It seems so, what's wrong?"

"Tell the people patrolling at night to be careful and try not to go into the morgue," Lu Jinzhao said.

"I think I just heard some noise inside."

She didn't hide anything, and upon hearing this, Xiao Ping felt a chill rise again in his body, which had just warmed up.

"I see."

On the very first day, supernatural events were already beginning to emerge, and Xiao Ping began to doubt whether they could really survive in this place for three days.
It's getting late.

It was time for their shift to change. Meng Ning and Chen Hai carefully checked their belongings to make sure nothing was missing, then encouraged each other before preparing to begin their task for the day.

“We need to start patrolling at 11 o’clock. The route is like this, and we will walk almost the entire funeral home.”

This naturally includes the underground morgue.

"As for the morgue, we'll just take a look at the door and then not go in."

Despite their fear, the two decided to do as the young man instructed on the first day.

Although the train missions didn't explicitly require them to patrol at night, based on the experience of their predecessors, in these missions where a "specific identity" was assigned, failing to perform the duties expected of that identity would absolutely be considered "passive resistance" by the indigenous people, resulting in dismissal and certain death. Work was mandatory; there was no escaping it.

However, it can be within a certain range, perhaps a little more lenient.

For example, their job is to patrol, but it doesn't mean they have to patrol every corner meticulously.

Once the person arrives at the location, that's considered patrolling.

"If anything seems amiss, let's leave immediately," Chen Hai instructed.

Meng Ning nodded, looking somewhat frightened, and Chen Hai felt uneasy as well.

Once they were ready, the two set off on their patrol.

The funeral home is exceptionally quiet during the day, but at least there are sounds of the incinerators operating. At night, however, there is absolutely no sound.

Even though the lights weren't malfunctioning, the black and white building of the funeral home still looked eerie and terrifying under the lights.

The road, which was full of parked cars during the day, now had only a few left, making the place seem somewhat empty and desolate.

The two walked along the road with flashlights in hand, first taking a stroll around the service hall they were most familiar with.

It's too late, so there's no one here anymore, except for the lights which are still on.

"Luckily, the lights are on here."

The service hall was no different from during the day, which made the two of them feel a little better.

They continued their patrol.

The streetlights outside the funeral home building seemed to be quite old, with a small illumination range and not bright enough, leaving the surroundings pitch black, but thankfully there were flashlights available.

The two then went to the memorial hall on their way.

The memorial room was dark, with the lights off.

The memorial hall was large, with many chairs below and sound equipment and band seats on the stage, presumably for playing funeral music.

Meng Ning didn't go inside; she just stood outside the door and used her flashlight to scan the inside.

The flashlight beam swept across the seats quickly, but even so, Meng Ning didn't miss a moment when the light seemed to illuminate a conspicuous figure standing out among the many empty seats.

Her expression changed drastically; she wanted to say something but couldn't utter a sound.

"What's wrong?" Chen Hai noticed that something was off about her.

"There seems to be something inside." Hearing her teammate's voice, Meng Ning finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

Her words made Chen Hai's face turn ugly.

Meng Ning pointed her flashlight at the ground, while Chen Hai didn't dare to raise his hand to shine the light into the memorial hall.

He was afraid that there really was something inside, and that if he shone his light on it, he would see a face that didn't belong to a living person.

"Let's go, let's just go."

He didn't intend to investigate, and hurriedly pulled Meng Ning back, not caring whether Meng Ning had seen it wrong.

The door to the memorial room closed, and both of them broke out in a cold sweat. No one spoke again, only their rapid breathing could be heard from beside them.

"It's okay, it's okay, maybe I just saw it wrong," Meng Ning said softly.

"Let's continue," Chen Haiqiang said, perking up.

"Only the morgue and crematorium are left. It will be over soon. Just hang in there."

Meng Ning also kept encouraging her.

In their fear, the two could only find some comfort in each other's few words.

The patrol continues.

Under such intense pressure, even simple patrols became extremely difficult.

Fortunately, there was nothing unusual in the crematorium.

All that's left is the morgue.

(End of this chapter)