Life Dungeon Game

Since it's buried, if the construction team digs deeper during the project, they might be able to unearth the Fountain of Youth.

Just because the Andavi family, with their low productivity nine hundred years ago, couldn't dig it up, doesn't mean that modern engineering teams can't.

However, He Ao did not find any obvious traces of energy as he looked around.

This proves that there was no significant energy leakage, at least in the shallow areas near the underground parking garage.

I don't know if it's because it's well-sealed, or if there's simply no energy here to begin with.

He Ao squatted down and gently tapped the ground beneath his feet.

The feedback sound was muffled, without any hollow echo. There seemed to be no other space below; this underground parking lot was the lowest level.

The sewer system planning for Limen City did not pass through this area.

He Ao stood up and glanced at it.

The entire underground parking lot was normal, with no restrictions on the movement of people, and no special personnel walking around in it.

It's just like a regular underground parking lot.

If Lao Quan hadn't spoken up here, things shouldn't be so calm.

He Ao shook his head and continued forward.

As he continued forward, the curved wall gradually became straight, as if an extra straight wall had been built, separating a part of the entire circle.

The partitioned space should be the morgue.

Continuing forward, after taking only a few steps, He Ao saw a silver double iron gate appear in front of him.

He pulled on the bolt; the door was locked.

He lowered his head and looked down.

Under the light, the shadow of the drainpipe next to it was reflected into the gap below the door.

Night travel!

The next second, He Ao appeared in the silent, spacious room.

The room contained only a quiet, dormant robot and rows of cold, silver-gray metal cabinets.

These metal cabinets are arranged densely, connecting the ground to the roof, and are completely silent.

Each metal cabinet has a number that identifies the deceased inside.

A person has a name while alive, and a name after death.

The vast majority of major hospitals in the federal government have implemented automated morgue retrieval systems.

The remains of the deceased are stored in morgues here like cargo by intelligent machinery.

Then, when it was time to move them away, they were taken out of the cabinet again.

The entire process requires virtually no manual intervention.

He Ao walked quietly in this quiet yet oppressive environment, where the central air conditioning, which maintained a constant temperature, blew out a cold wind.

The surroundings were so quiet; there were no smart security systems in sight, nor any employees walking around.

Normally, no one thinks of coming to the morgue to "play". There are also strict access controls in the passageway to the morgue, which isolates most "visitors" who do not have the right to enter.

A low probability of 'unexpected visitors' means safety, and safety means there's no need to install expensive smart recognition security systems.

Moreover, even if the body is lost, the resulting loss is minimal.

If the costs of unforeseen events are spread over a longer period of time, and the losses caused by such events are lower than the costs of installing and maintaining the security system, then it is a 'profitable' deal for the conglomerate.

Therefore, the security of the morgue was somewhat weak. Apart from a few cameras with obvious blind spots, it was basically undefended.

He Ao easily bypassed the cameras and entered the morgue.

He stopped in front of a morgue that was marked as in use and pressed the check button on the morgue.

This check button is typically used by staff to examine the condition of a body.

An old, dead body sprang out.

He stared at the deceased, who had no obvious injuries and seemed to have died of illness.

He activated his super memory and glanced at it.

The dead have no soul, and there is not even the slightest shadow on their bodies.

The soul dissipates rapidly after a person dies.

He Ao pushed the cabinet back, pondered for a moment, and then opened several morgue cabinets that showed the deaths occurred in the last two days.

Exactly the same, without a trace of soul left.

Most souls dissipate rapidly after death, but when the soul is already very thin, the dissipation rate slows down, and the whole process can even last up to seven days.

It's unreasonable for it to completely disappear within a day or two.

He pushed the corpses back and looked around.

Rows of cold morgue cabinets, reaching all the way to the roof, stretched out along his line of sight, extending into the deep, dimly lit depths.

These densely packed morgue cabinets resemble trees made of corpses, forming a deep and dark jungle.

In a fleeting moment, He Ao seemed to hear chaotic and frantic babbling in his ears, as if an ancient curse was lingering around him.

The lights in the distance seemed to go out, and the colors around them dimmed instantly. The whole world seemed to consist only of He Ao and the narrow corridor made of mortuaries that stretched into the endless darkness in front of him.

Ethereal, slender limbs emerged from the morgue, swaying like willow catkins.

The icy wind blew against He Ao's face once more, like the sound of death.

People with strong souls and high levels of inspiration are often prone to seeing things they shouldn't see.

He Ao shrugged.

He lifted his foot and naturally walked towards the abyss-like end.

The next second, the oppressive and terrifying scene instantly dimmed, and the whispers in his ears disappeared.

The central air conditioning blew in a draft that smelled of death, and He Ao's body...

Zhou once again transformed into the silent morgue.

The morgue cabinets with their outstretched, phantom limbs have returned to their normal appearance.

Can't you afford to play games...?

He Ao smacked his lips.

He was just thinking that someone was practically offering him clues when there weren't enough, when the illusion suddenly vanished.

Just trying to scare the timid, huh...

However, there are clues. This is probably related to an existence of rank above angel.

Only such an existence can create this environment of peeping into the mysterious by coming into contact with clues related to the other party.

Those who are slightly weaker are more likely to be influenced by the other party and become their henchmen.

Sometimes having a strong soul isn't a good thing, especially when you come into contact with things that are directly related to higher beings.

He looked around a few times, then opened a few more cabinets, but this time the environment wasn't triggered again.

It seems that the connection illusion can only be triggered once.

He glanced at the time.

Coles' surgery should be almost finished.

He turned and walked out of the morgue.

······

5th Floor, Building A, Qunxing Zhimei Hospital

An elderly doctor with a slightly high hairline and half-gray hair had just changed his clothes and was walking out of the changing room when a young resident approached him, holding the hospital's internal phone. "Professor, someone is looking for you. They say they are your friend."

"my friend?"

The old doctor was taken aback. He reached out and took the phone. "Hello?"

"Dr. Coles?"

A slightly hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Coles subconsciously felt that the voice sounded familiar, and it belonged to someone he remembered quite well.

But he saw too many people and heard too many voices every day, and for a moment he couldn't remember whose voice it was.

“Yes,” he nodded slightly, “and you are?”

“I am your ‘patient’,” the voice on the other end of the phone said calmly. “We’ve met before, six days ago, at the research institute. I was lying on the operating table when you were holding the scalpel.”

Coles froze on the spot. The hospital corridor was bustling with people coming and going, but he felt the world suddenly become so quiet.

"Doctor, I have some questions I'd like to ask you. I'll wait for you at the front desk."

Seeing that Coles didn't respond, the person on the other end of the phone didn't seem puzzled, but instead added softly.

Then the other party hung up the phone.

"Dududu-"

As the phone continued to ring, Coles remained frozen in place, still holding the phone, his face expressionless.

"Professor? Professor?"

The young resident called out softly beside him.

"Ah good."

Coles suddenly realized what was happening.

He held his head and rubbed his temples, seemingly feeling dizzy.

The young doctor immediately reached out to support him. "Professor? Are you feeling unwell?"

"it's okay no problem."

Coles shook his head. "I probably didn't sleep well last night. I need to go downstairs."