Chapter 22

"Si...si..."

The light tubes above the head buzzed unstable.

It seems that due to disrepair, the elevator door always feels a little stuck when it opens. The space inside is much larger than other ordinary elevators. The iron-gray walls are covered with reddish-brown rust, and under the dim light, it looks almost like dry blood.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth and walked in with a tough bullet.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but in the strong smell of disinfectant, there is a faint smell of rotten smell in the elevator, which makes people feel uneasy.

There are only two buttons on the keyboard in the elevator, one layer and the negative layer.

"-1" lights up.

Accompanied by the buzzing sound of the machinery, the elevator fell slightly and then began to run slowly downward.

Wen Jianyan's cell phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

He paused and reached out to take the phone out of his pocket.

Although there is still no signal, two lines of words popped up on the screen:

[Because there are many NPCs in this copy, in order to ensure the quality of your live broadcast, the Nightmare Backend App Service will be opened for you]

[Please continue your efforts and create a more exciting and novel viewing experience for the audience!]

The text disappears.

Wen Jianyan saw that there was a dark icon app on the screen at some point.

There are only two words below: Nightmare.

He clicked on the icon and found that everything was available. In addition to the lack of barrage, it was simply a smaller version of the entire live broadcast backend. Not only did he have identity card information, he could also view his points and backpack, and even shop in the system mall.

The current main task has been updated on the taskbar:

【Complete the patrol mission on the first floor within two hours】

【Completion degree: 0】

[Refreshing of difficult side tasks: protect npc Qishen from the negative layer]

Wen Jianyan turned his head thoughtfully and looked at Su Cheng with Su Cheng.

Su Cheng winked at Qi Shen in front of him, and Wen Jianyan immediately understood it.

It seems that the other party’s task should be the same as that of himself. The main line is to complete the patrol mission, and the side line is to protect the NPC from leaving. Since that’s the case...

Wen Jianyan took a step forward, reached out to Qi Shen's shoulder with a familiarity, and sighed:

"Oh, I really don't know what is good for patrol on the first floor? Isn't it just a morgue? Can the corpses inside survive?"

Qi Shen obviously empathized with this, and he nodded:

"Yes...and it's still a big night to patrol, it's so cunning."

After chatting for a few rounds, Wen Jianyan has easily become familiar with the other party.

At this moment, his words suddenly changed.

"Do you know what? There seems to be a bit strange rumor here in Fukang Hospital..."

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his amber-colored eyeballs flashed with a sly light under his long and dense eyelashes, and his casual voice was slightly lowered.

Qi Shen was shocked: "What, what?"

"Didn't you find that the speed of the elevator is too slow?" Wen Jianyan's voice did not fluctuate, and it seemed particularly glowing in this special elevator used to transport corpses: "It is said..."

In the following time, Su Cheng witnessed with his own eyes how this dog liar made up all kinds of strange and bizarre morgue ghost stories without changing his face.

It adds rich emotions, vividness, and a strong sense of substitution.

Soon, the elevator made a "ding" sound and the old elevator door slowly opened.

Outside is a bottomless blue-white corridor leading to several halls in the distance. The temperature here is much colder than the first floor. Even though it is separated by a layer of long-sleeved trousers, it can still cause goosebumps.

"Bang!"

The sensing light above the head lights up.

Even though he knew that 80% of the stories Wen Jianyan told just now were fabricated, Su Cheng could not help feeling a little guilty and almost didn't dare to move forward under the atmosphere of the morgue.

Not to mention Qi Shen.

He had a white face, subconsciously approached Wen Jianyan, and said in a pretended calm tone: "Zhao, Brother Zhao, why don't we take action together, anyway, it won't take long after the inspection."

Wen Jianyan turned his head and blinked at Su Cheng, indicating that the task was completed.

Su Cheng's expressionless face: "..."

You are a dog liar who scares innocent NPCs and also scares your teammates too!

Although the opponent's technique is indeed a rogue, it also fully ensures that the NPC sticks to their actions along the way, and the success rate of side missions becomes much greater.

Wen Jianyan came to the map next to the elevator and stopped, secretly recording the layout of the morgue.

The underground area here is much larger than he thought, and is composed of three main inner chambers, all connected by narrow corridors.

The morgue is independently powered, with the only switch near the elevator.

The one closest to them is used to temporarily park the remains of patients. The bodies inside will be taken away by the patient's relatives in a few days and sent to the crematorium. Not far away, another deceased person responsible for storing voluntary donations. Their bodies are respected as teachers of the generals and will be transported away to medical schools to contribute to the cultivation of the next generation of medical students.

The innermost inner room is also the smallest area in the entire morgue.

Most of the bodies stored there were very strange and were killed. They needed to be dissected and tested at the medical identification center of the police. They could not be buried before the cause of death was determined.

According to Xue Mingyan's explanation before leaving, they needed to count the number of remains within two hours and send them into the refrigerator to lock them.

Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked at the deep corridor not far away, the three inner rooms that were already connected by the corridor.

“…”

It's over, the ghost stories I just told have come to mind.

Now he himself was a little scared.

Wen Jianyan maintained a calm expression and said to the other two, "Let's go, let's start, you can leave early if you complete the task early."

Su Cheng and Qi Shen nodded and followed behind him.

They first came to the patient's body parking room.

The area here is the largest of the three rooms. The iron tables connected to the refrigerator are neatly arranged in the open morgue. The blue lights above the head are buzzing, becoming the only sound in the entire morgue.

The body was lying straight on the platform without moving, covered with white cloth from head to toe, and the ups and downs of human figures could be vaguely seen.

The three of them have a clear division of labor. Wen Jianyan is responsible for matching the list and the corpse one by one, checking it, and the other two are responsible for pushing the corpse into the freezer after he has taken the notes.

The pen tip slides on the paper, making a rustling sound.

After making the mark, Wen Jianyan nodded to the two.

The metal pulley under the iron bed made a sliding sound, and the body covered with white cloth was pushed into the refrigerator with force.

"Dingling", "Dingling"-

In an instant, the crisp sound of bells rang in the empty morgue, which sounded particularly strange.

Both of them pushing the iron platform were shocked, subconsciously let go of their hands, and took a step back suddenly.

The white cloth covered by the body was pulled and slid down slightly, revealing the blue-purple, semi-stiff toes. In addition to the labels tied to the toes, a small bell was tied to the ankles.

"ah……"

Qi Shen seemed to have thought of something. He widened his eyes slightly and said, "I didn't expect that Fukang Hospital still has this tradition."

Su Cheng was stunned: "What does it mean?"

"In the past, many old morgues would tie bells on the feet of corpses." As a semi-professional person who is relatively familiar with this, Qi Shen said in a brief moment: "Because the technology was not developed enough in the past, it was sometimes difficult to judge whether the corpse was dead or alive, so he would tie a bell on his feet to prevent misjudgment."

He lowered his head and looked at the bell tied to the ankle of the body with some curiosity.

"But later, this method was more symbolic than practical value, and I didn't expect Fukang Hospital to continue to use it."

Just as the few people were talking, suddenly, a thin voice sounded from the depths of the morgue.

"……jingle."

The sound was very small. Through the deep corridor and the huge open space, it was almost suspected to be hallucinated, but it was inexplicably deafening, which made the three of them subconsciously take a breath, stop the conversation suddenly, and look in the direction where the sound came.

The air was dead silent.

“…”

Su Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his face turned pale: "Well, did you hear it too..."

Qi Shen's expression was stiff and panicked, as if he wanted to convince himself:

"No, it's impossible. We should be too tired and have hearing hallucinations?"

Wen Jianyan felt his stomach tighten again.

The symptoms of fear are physiologically revealed, and the physical instinct urges him to escape from this ominous place, but reason clearly knows that if you do not complete the main task, you will die even if you go upstairs.
To be continued...