Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 67 The Red Rope
The elevator is slowly descending.

In this state, Baisu actually can't see anything. His eyeballs are hidden under the collar of the man, and his field of vision is only the part of the collar facing down.

The elevator is also monitored.

After the two hospital staff members pushed the push bed into the elevator and pressed the button, they stood there still, probably feeling that the surroundings were terribly quiet, and the two couldn't help talking.

"I said... there was a lot of trouble in the obstetrics and gynecology department in the morning."

"Yeah, I heard it from my colleagues today even if I was not in the morning shift. It's also quite strange. What kind of accident can cause such a big smoke, and the equipment in our hospital is not all newly bought in the past two years, and there are emergency measures. "

"Who knows, maybe the person who bought the machine deliberately—"

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense, aren't we here yet?"

Probably because they were reminded that they were still in the elevator, the discussion between the two of them was a little restrained. Ordinary people would never think that the explosion of the equipment during the day was caused by supernatural beings.

"Strange, why is the elevator so slow today, hasn't B1 arrived yet?"

"I don't know... It feels like this floor has been stopped for a long time?"

The two employees looked at the time, and it seemed that it took a lot longer than usual, but just as they were about to press the help button, the elevator dinged, indicating that the number of floors jumped to B1.

The two felt that the slowness in front of them might be just their own illusions, maybe they had forgotten the time while chatting.

Pushing the push bed and continuing to walk outside, the two stepped into an area with a lower temperature.

The white eyeballs also slightly pushed up the corner of the collar, and slipped down from the human white coat.

The man walking behind suddenly stopped, and he scratched his back in confusion: "Why does it feel like something is brushing past?"

The person in front rolled his eyes and urged: "Don't be scary, send people there quickly, in the middle of the night, you won't be too scared to talk about this in the morgue."

The man behind muttered that he really felt like he had been wiped, but he still cooperated with his colleagues, put the man in the designated position, closed the door of the morgue, and left the lower floor.

After the humans left, the white in the corner of the ceiling reversed, revealing the dark pupils below.

This is a human morgue, full of human corpses, no wonder it gave him a chilly feeling.

The coolness here is different from the coolness in the obstetrics and gynecology ward on the third floor, the specifics... the specifics are too lazy to describe, anyway, he feels that staying on the third floor for a long time will make people uncomfortable.

The white eyeballs stared around the morgue, which was also monitored.

Being monitored means not being unscrupulous. He originally wanted to make his body bigger so that he could open the grids of the freezer to check.

Now... the eyeballs turned into velvet-like balls again, sticking to the ceiling and stretching continuously, silky lines hanging down along the metal cabinet glowing with cold light, and after hanging to a certain distance, they began to drill into the cabinet.

There are three drawers in total in the place Baisu cares about, and when he got to the second one, he was sure that the fragrance was inside.

However, this grid size does not look very optimistic, does it?

Don't be like that little skeleton again, who smells good but doesn't taste good.

He would get angry if they met twice in one day.

The white silk thread is gradually extended in the refrigerator grid, wrapping the human corpse in a circle, like making a mummy, completely covering the face of the deceased for 1 minute.

After that, the white line collapsed.

There was only a long strand of red rope that was torn off by him from the human corpse. It was as gorgeous as the red color soaked in blood, and there was still a streamer turning at this moment.

Even in the dark enclosed space, a red gleam could be seen, Baisu smelled a scent of...tea from the red rope.

The fragrance of tea leaves just brewed in boiling hot water, Baisu is not a beverage that likes humans, but he can drink it.

The red rope looks like it has no consciousness of its own, and looks more like a supernatural branch product. It would be even better if it could find the other party's body.

However, you still have to eat.

The white thread gradually wraps around the red rope until all the red is wrapped, then the thread gathers and tightens inwards a little bit, and when it becomes tight to a certain extent, the white thread spreads out again.

The shiny red string disappeared without a trace in the narrow cabinet, and all the white strings were squeezed into the freezer contentedly, and the small ball re-condensed into the appearance of an eyeball, rolling a few times around the corpse.

Although the red rope is small, its quality can be measured.

The eyeballs that finally had the extra meal rolled and rolled, hit the wall and rolled back to the arm of the dead body, and finally rolled to a corner of the cabinet and stopped still.

As the subject's consciousness was withdrawn, the round sphere gradually softened, and finally collapsed into a little bit of cotton wool.

At the same time, the black-haired youth sleeping in the hospital bed hiccupped.

Not loud, but a bit noticeable on quiet nights.

Then An Xiangwen's snoring relay sounded, one after another.

Baisu simply sat up and rubbed his belly.

There are disadvantages to simulating the human form too well, and it is enough to eat such a small amount at night.

There is no such thing as a curfew in the hospital at night, at most it just prevents people from going outside the building.

Seeing Baisu leave the ward, the nurse on duty came over and asked a few words to make sure that Baisu was not feeling well.

"No, I ate too much at night, so I went out for a walk to digest food."

"Okay...Okay, then don't go too far, just stay in this corridor."

Although the nurse was puzzled that it was almost one o'clock in the morning and how much he had to eat before he could finish digesting it, he returned to the nurse's desk.

Indeed, Baisu didn't go too far, he just walked to the stairs, leaned there and swiped his phone, not intending to spread the word at all.

Red rope... Red rope... You can search for this keyword on the search engine and you will see countless pictures of red rope, and there are even some that teach people how to weave bracelets.

There are all kinds of red strings on the picture, and you can only see their appearance through the screen, and you can't tell whether they have a special smell or not.

When will humans be able to develop mobile phones that can smell?

He regretted not stealing the red string and taking a picture of it before eating, but after thinking about it, Baisu still felt that digesting it on the spot was the best choice.

Otherwise, tomorrow humans will write titles such as "Shocked! The red string floating out of thin air in the mortuary, is it caused by ghosts!", or "Where is the source of the mysterious white line, I will take you into a scientific explanation!" Such titles.

Baisu shut down several rogue news websites that popped up automatically.

...still very concerned about the red string.

Obviously found something that seemed to be a sustainable food intake, but couldn't find it because he ate it too fast, so Baisu continued to lean on and look through the pictures on the Internet.

This isn't, that isn't, this... kinda, but not.

After turning around for a while, Baisu suddenly raised his head and looked at the corner below the stairs.

It sounded like human footsteps.

There are many human footsteps?
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