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With a cold, silent gaze, he raised the scalpel in his hand and swiftly plunged it into the cleaner's chest.

But the cleaner acted quickly, grabbing Wuyin's wrist tightly. No matter how much Wuyin struggled, her wrist remained motionless.

Wu Yin's eyes were somewhat cold. This cleaner was incredibly strong, far beyond what a normal person should have. It seemed that he had no choice but to give up and save his own life.

He put the scalpel in the hand he was holding back into the toolbar, and then took it out with his other hand.

Just as he was about to cut off his wrist, he was suddenly pushed and shoved into the dark hospital room behind him.

Wuyin fell to the ground, watching helplessly as the cleaner quickly closed the door, followed by a "click" sound of it being locked from outside.

What followed was boundless darkness and unknown fear.

Chapter 139 The Secret of the Morgue

He quickly got up from the ground and walked rapidly to the locked ward door. He reached out and tentatively pushed it, but as expected, he couldn't budge it at all.

Wuyin took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

His pupils slowly contracted, and he gradually adjusted to the darkness, able to make out the general structure of the ward.

He turned around and carefully observed the ward. This ward was 2 to 3 times larger than a regular ward, and it contained a total of 6 beds, numbered 1 to 6.

And at the very back, there was a whole wall of drawers.

The ward was unusually cold and silent; the temperature felt below zero, and a faint stench permeated the air.

He looked at the six hospital beds, each with a slight bulge, as if covered by something.

However, since the doorway was some distance from the bed and it was very dark inside, it was impossible to see any outline.

"We can only get a closer look now."

With that thought in mind, Wuyin slowed her breathing and steps, and slowly walked to the bedside closest to her.

In the silent space, only Wuyin's own breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

When Wuyin walked to bed number 1 and saw the outline of the person on the bed clearly, her pupils contracted sharply.

The hospital bed was covered with a white sheet, and the outline under the sheet was a human shape.

The humanoid figure remained motionless, with no rise or fall in its chest.

Therefore, this should be a corpse completely covered by a white sheet.

And this should be it.

Morgue.

Wu Yin frowned. At first, he thought that the four locked wards might be the elevator or the exit.

After all, the entire first floor of this hospital is a closed square space, so he initially thought that the way to escape the first floor of the hospital was in this locked ward.

But now they're telling him that the locked ward is actually a morgue.

Although there are three other locked wards that I haven't checked, I guess they are all pretty much the same as this one.

It seems the exit on the first floor is in another location.

At this moment, Wuyin's eyes had fully adapted to the darkness and could clearly see the human figure outline under beds 1 to 6.

He first ignored the corpse on the hospital bed and walked to the drawers in the deepest part of the morgue.

He already had a general idea of ​​what was inside, but he still wanted to check it again, just in case there were any clues.

Wuyin prepared herself mentally and opened a drawer next to him.

The moment the drawer was pulled open, a deathly pale face appeared before Wuyin's eyes.

The corpse in the drawer had its eyes open, and a strange smile was tugging at the corners of its mouth as it stared straight at Wuyin.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

Wuyin closed the drawer expressionlessly and even apologized.

After closing the drawer, he took a few steps back, staring warily at the drawer he had just opened.

After a few minutes, confirming that there was no other movement in the drawer, Wuyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This wall of drawers is probably filled with corpses like these.

Although Wuyin wasn't afraid of the corpses, she also didn't have the habit of deliberately looking at horrible corpses to scare herself.

Since there were no clues in the drawers on this wall, Wuyin could only turn her attention back to the six hospital beds.

He walked back to bed number 3, which was closest to him, and gently lifted the shroud covering it.

A pale, ashen face was revealed. The corpse appeared to have been dead for a long time, with lividity spreading across its face.

The corpse's eyes were closed, its lips were pressed together, and its limbs looked extremely stiff.

Wuyin's gaze was drawn to something on the corpse's wrist.

A thin thread was tied around the corpse's wrist, and a tag was hanging next to it with one word written on it.

one.

"one?"

Wu Yin frowned, unable to decipher the meaning of the word, but then turned his gaze to bed number 2.

There should also be a tag on the wrist of the corpse in bed number 2. Could it be that they all have the same words?

With that thought in mind, Wuyin covered the white sheet on bed number 3 back up and walked to bed number 2.

He lifted the white sheet on bed number 2 again. Apart from the face being different from that on bed number 3, the corpse on bed number 2 was otherwise no different.

He also had a string tied to his wrist with a tag hanging from it.

The tag only had one word written on it.

simple.

"Simple, straightforward..."

Wuyin softly murmured the two characters and discovered that they could form a word.

He suddenly looked up at bed number 1, already having a guess in his mind.

Perhaps on these six beds, the tags on the wrists of all the corpses had different words written on them.

These words, when put together, should contain extremely important information, perhaps concerning whether they can escape from the first floor.

As Wuyin was about to quickly walk towards bed number 1, she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her, as if something was wriggling under the fabric.

Wuyin suddenly turned her head, her sharp eyes staring at what was behind her.

On bed number 3, a chilling scene was unfolding.

A bluish-gray hand, covered in lividity, suddenly emerged from under the shroud.

The arm was stiff, but it bent slightly with difficulty, and the fingertips hooked one end of the white cloth, suddenly ripping the white cloth off the face.

The corpse lying on the bed, its eyes tightly closed, suddenly widened, and its mouth slowly split open to the base of its ears, revealing a chilling smile.

"Click".

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the corpse's neck suddenly twisted 90 degrees to the right, staring intently at Wuyin standing next to Number 2.

Wuyin also saw the corpse. The corpse's pupils had all dilated, and its eyes could not be focused at all, but he still felt that the corpse's eyes were full of murderous intent.

He didn't waste any time and chose to look at the tag on the wrist of bed number 1 first.

Since bed number 3 is a corpse, it is not afraid of pain at all, and its body is very stiff. Rather than fighting with it here, we should hurry up and find the remaining words.

Moreover, this is a closed morgue, and taking action here could lead to even bigger trouble.

But reality is heading in an even worse direction.

Because there was also unusual activity coming from bed number 2.

The same bluish-gray hands, the same white cloth covering their faces.

Upon seeing this, Wuyin didn't think twice and quickly rushed towards bed number 1.

He had to see as many words on the tag as possible before the corpses surrounded him.

He ran to bed number 1, and as soon as his hand touched the white sheet covering the bed, a cold, bluish hand swiftly emerged from under the sheet and grabbed Wuyin's wrist.

Silently and quickly dodged, then looked up.

The corpse in bed number 1 had somehow lifted the white sheet covering its face, and its eyes were staring intently at him.

Fortunately, Wuyin had already seen the words on the tag on the wrist of bed number 1.

Chapter 140 The Angry Nurse

most.

"The simplest."

When Wuyin saw this word, she regretted choosing bed number 1 first.

Because this word is just a prefix, it doesn't actually contain much information.

But it was too late to regret it now. Almost at the same time, the sound of fabric rubbing came from beds number 4, 5, and 6 around us.

Six hospital beds, six corpses, all of them have regained consciousness.

The drawers at the far end of the morgue also began to make violent noises, with constant clanging sounds, as if the corpse inside was frantically banging against the drawer door.

The floor of the entire ward seemed to be shaking slightly.

In the chaos, the corpse on bed number 3 moved the fastest. In a posture that defied the laws of physics, it stood up directly from a lying position, tracing a fan-shaped trajectory.

His eyes rolled downwards, still fixed on the silence on the ground.

The next second, the corpse quickly tiptoed and, using the power of its feet, jumped straight off the hospital bed without bending its knees, landing on the cold ground.

Then, he tiptoed again, jumped and turned around, facing the direction of Wuyin, his head following suit.

His smile grew increasingly exaggerated as he slowly leaped toward Wuyin.

The surrounding corpses, all mimicking the movements of corpse number 3, cornered Wuyin against the wall.