Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Chapter 59 Wang Feng

The four of them gathered and went down the emergency staircase to the basement.

When Xiang Yu observed some household items being discarded on both sides of the corridor, he knew his judgment was correct; the morgue had indeed been temporarily converted into a shelter.

After confirming this, Xiang Yu stopped in front of the morgue door and stood there for a long time without pushing it open.

"Why aren't you moving forward?" The middle-aged man was getting a little annoyed by Xiang Yu's hesitant manner.

"I'm thinking, this constant running around isn't a solution—" Xiang Yu said helplessly. "It's been so long, and we still don't know the rules of how ghosts kill people. The only person who knows the rules has had his neck twisted."

"—Is that so? So what do you want?"

"How about this—we go out tonight?" Xiang Yu suddenly turned around. "Anyway, judging from how Sister Luo died, it's obvious that knowing the rules will lead to death, but not knowing the rules is also a slow death. Why don't we take a gamble?"

The middle-aged man remained silent for a moment, then hesitated.

Ever since Luo Yue died, the middle-aged man has felt a sense of being unable to control everything around him. Luo Yue died right before his eyes, and he had no premonition whatsoever, nor any chance to save her.

He didn't have much affection for Luo Yue, after all, they hadn't been fighting side by side for very long, but this feeling of powerlessness was what he hated the most.

The enemy's location is unknown, as is their appearance, and it's even uncertain whether they can be killed.

He even considered at one point whether he should just rush out at night and fight that ghost. If he could beat it, he would fight; if he couldn't, he would die. It would be better than being a coward in this kind of place.

This terrified Jiang Ning, who quickly shook her head: "There's no need to test the rules so impulsively. We have plenty of time. It's only the 21st, ten full days to slowly crack the rules."

Is that really enough?

Xiang Yu's voice grew louder: "Probing slowly? Tell me, how many hours did you spend yesterday?"

"————" Jiang Ning was speechless for a moment, because she also knew that the day had passed very quickly.

It felt like only five hours had passed, and then it was almost night again.

"Time here is obviously much faster than we remember. If we can't move at night, then the time we have during the day will only amount to two or three days. Is that really enough?" Xiang Yu said again.

This statement was well-reasoned and difficult for Jiang Ning to refute.

"You're right, we should get out and about more." The middle-aged man agreed with Xiang Yu's assessment. "So when should we make our move?"

"Let's do it tonight then." Seeing that the other party had agreed to the plan, Xiang Yu smiled and nodded, then pushed open the door to the morgue.

"Don't move!"

As soon as the door was opened, several dark gun barrels were pointed at the four people. The middle-aged man was about to make a move when Xiang Yu stopped him with a gesture. Then he said, "Don't be afraid, everyone. We are not ghosts, just a group of survivors passing by."

"How did you find us?" Among those people were clearly police officers, their trembling hands lightly pulling the trigger, unsure whether they were facing ghosts or humans.

"We are definitely human, Ai Bowu. Come on, sing them a song."

"Huh? Why would I sing?" Ai Bowu asked, puzzled.

"Prove you're human, sing something upbeat, like one of Wang Feng's songs." Xiang Yu started requesting songs.

"Uh, really?" Ai Bowu hesitated, facing the dark muzzles of the guns. "Sing something simple—"

"Sing!" Xiang Yu urged. "In the ghost stories you hear, ghosts sing nursery rhymes, love songs, and poems—have you ever heard a ghost sing rock music?"

Aibowu was taken aback: "It's true, there really aren't any ghosts in ghost stories who sing rock music, why is that?"

"Because rock and roll never dies." Xiang Yu made a rock and roll gesture.

"???"

"————Okay then, let's go with Wang Feng's!" Ai Baiwu yelled. "I want a life in full bloom!!!!"

That shout was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. Although people of this era had never heard of Wang Feng's songs, it still made the policemen laugh out loud. It really wasn't a ghost; a ghost wouldn't sing so off-key to scare people.

"Alright, alright, do you believe us now?" Xiang Yu waved his hand, then looked around. The morgue lights emitted a pale white light, illuminating the iron-gray walls and floor.

Dozens of doctors and nurses were crammed into this place that should only contain the dead. Some huddled in the corner, while others stood with their backs to the morgue cabinets, staring blankly at the few people standing at the door.

The only sound was the soft breathing, as if afraid of disturbing something.

However, Xiang Yu never found any trace of An Ling.

"Where is the person who brought you here and was hiding?"

The police officers looked at each other in bewilderment. "That young girl went out before dawn to save people, and she also took Captain Ji and Old Li with her."

That should be Ji Zhuo and Li Yiheng.

They really are a team dedicated to saving the world.

Xiang Yu smiled and then said to everyone, "Don't be afraid, everyone. We won't harm you. We just want to get some information from you."

Then Xiang Yu stretched out his arm and said to everyone, "May I see how many wounds everyone has on their arms?"

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The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and some even looked on with suspicion. Clearly, some already knew the connection between the arm wound and death.

"What do you mean?" Several people asked, frowning. The trust that had just been established was now wavering. "How did these wounds form?"

"I can't tell you that," Xiang Yu sighed. "I can only tell you all not to overthink it."

"as well as----"

Xiang Yu pulled out several decks of cards from somewhere: "You guys play cards."

"???"

Everyone present was completely baffled by Xiang Yu's actions.

Playing poker, now?

"That's right, as long as everyone makes their present moments fulfilling, they can survive!" Xiang Yu distributed the playing cards he had on him, and the people accepted them with some skepticism.

"Make the most of it?"

"right."

But just as Xiang Yu finished speaking, a person in the morgue suddenly let out a wail, his neck instantly twisting behind him, emitting a terrifying and horrifying sound.

The crowd trembled at the sound, but most were not overly surprised. It seemed that many people hiding in the morgue had died because of the rules.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and play!" Xiang Yu quickly dealt the cards. "By the way, if you want to play mahjong, I also have portable mahjong tiles."

Enjoy it to the fullest!

Everyone was dumbfounded as they looked at the boxes of playing cards in their hands and the mahjong set that the other party had somehow produced.

but----

They were all going to die anyway, and the successive deaths of their companions had pushed them to their psychological limit.

Distract yourself; dying less painfully might be a good option.