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Chapter 104 When the dust settles, the body is buried in the middle of the night (third shift)

It took several days before Fatty finally transported all the materials he needed back to Liuhuo Avenue.

On the quiet Liuhuo Avenue, the sound of clanging irons was soon heard.

When they had nothing to do, Fatty and the others would curiously gather outside the blacksmith shop, carrying a horse, chatting while watching Zhao Hu forging iron with a serious and proficient expression.

Blacksmithing shops in other places are often unbearably hot, but this blacksmithing shop not only does not feel the heat, but also has bursts of coolness.

That's because Zhao Hu didn't use ordinary flames for forging, but the yin and cold corpse fire for forging.

Corpse fire does not emit any heat, but it is strangely capable of melting metal, which is extremely fast.

This faint blue flame also made Zhao Hu's work of blacksmithing extremely enjoyable.

Every time the hammer falls, blue sparks splash, just like gorgeous fireworks.

In the past few days, Zhao Xue has also gradually adapted to her new identity. On Liuhuo Avenue, she can often be seen wearing a black bird-patterned slim robe, recording the location of each shop in detail and marking them with numbers.

In this way, it will be convenient to manage when there are more and more stores in the future.

At the same time, in the middle of Liuhuo Avenue, outside the gate of the polling bureau, three pillars of fragrant green smoke more than one meter high curled up.

Feng Yun is fulfilling his previous promise, burning incense for three days in a row to show his gratitude to the night tour boy who summoned his soul.

Whenever tourists pass by, they will look at it curiously. They don't know where the polling bureau is, and they don't know what the purpose of burning incense is.

Fortunately, Liuhuo Avenue is still deserted, and there are few passers-by, so the polling bureau has not attracted any attention since it was established here.

Of course, as the number of tourists increases and the place becomes more and more prosperous in the future, the headquarters of the polling bureau will hide it and will not be easily seen by ordinary people.

While Zhao Xue was seriously recording, she accidentally noticed Brother Pingtou walking leisurely with his hands behind his back, which made Zhao Xue feel a little puzzled:

"Brother Pingtou, you shouldn't be teaching in the martial arts hall at this time, why do you have time to hang out today?"

Hearing this, Brother Pingtou scratched his head impatiently:
"Forget it, it's not easy.

There are always so few students, and I can't recruit new ones, which makes me very worried.

There are few people in this place, and my hand hurts from handing out leaflets every day, but there are still only a few people who come. "

Just when Brother Pingtou was complaining, the fat man standing at the door of the blacksmith shop and watching the excitement came over, eating melon seeds:

"Small head, don't blame the uneven road if you can't do it, you have to be stunned.

It's almost the end of the month, rent, loan, you can't lose a penny, do you hear me? "

"I know!"

Brother Pingtou seemed to get angry when he saw the fat man, stared at a pair of round eyes, and said angrily:

"I'm not trying to find a way, I just know how to remind you!"

Zhao Xue smiled gently, the dimples on her face looked extra gentle:

"Brother Pingtou, don't worry, the director has now asked me to assist in the management of Liuhuo Avenue. I will also help you find a solution for your matters.

Having said that, why don't you try to cooperate with Zhao Hu?

You can come to Zhao Hu to order all the weapons you need for your martial arts school, and then you can share them with Zhao Hu? "

Hearing this, Brother Pingtou was stunned for a moment, and then he smacked his mouth after a while, and nodded belatedly:
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"

While muttering, Brother Pingtou walked towards his own martial arts gym, seeing that his posture was indeed thinking about Zhao Xue's proposal.

As for Zhao Hu, he naturally doesn't worry about anything anymore, he doesn't seem to care about anything except blacksmithing every day.

Fatty and the others talked to Zhao Hu while watching the fun, but Zhao Hu didn't respond at all.

Only when Zhao Xue came to speak, Zhao Hu would be more enthusiastic.

This made Fatty couldn't help but sigh with emotion, Zhao Hu just looked silly, but in fact it was clear that whoever cared about him, he was enthusiastic about whoever he was.

However, this also confirmed Feng Yun's wisdom in choosing Zhao Xue. Sister Zhao is indeed very suitable for this job.

Whether it is the grumpy flat-headed brother or the silly Zhao Hu, Zhao Xue can always find a suitable way to communicate.

Fatty and the others couldn't help admiring this. After all, Brother Pingtou is a warmonger. Anyone who talks to him will choke, and if he looks at him, he will want to fight.

Before Zhao Xue came, Brother Pingtou would not communicate well with anyone except Director Feng Yun.

But after Zhao Xue came, he was able to get along with Brother Pingtou very well, and even made a casual suggestion that made Brother Pingtou think seriously.

In addition, Zhao Xue is also very attentive to her job.

In her spare time, she was thinking about how to better manage this avenue of fire, and even wrote a lot of dense notes for it.

The case on Xiheli Road is over, and the team members finally ushered in a short vacation.

During this period, in order to combine work and rest, Feng Yun did not set up too many training courses for them. Apart from the individual training for Ma Linger, he spent most of his time explaining folklore knowledge and ancient folklore to a few people.

Only by laying a good foundation for them can they carry out the follow-up training of 'hell mode'!

But it's still too early, their foundation is too weak, and the hell level can't bear it for the time being.

And the reason why Ma Linger was trained alone was to let her catch up to the level of Fatty and Yan Qilin as soon as possible.

Ma Ling'er is worthy of being a descendant of the Ma family. Although she has never heard of many of these ancient methods of the Ma family, her talent is quite good.

"Those who are facing the battle, all march forward..."

On the training ground, Ma Linger can always be seen practicing handprints. Through the last action, Ma Linger also realized the gap in strength between them, so she worked harder in training.

On this avenue of flowing fire, the days are peaceful and calm, and it seems that the world is peaceful, as if everything that happened before is just a dream.

As the construction of Xiheli Road continues to advance, the citizens have gradually forgotten the strange things that happened here before. Occasionally, someone mentioned it after dinner, but it was just a joke.

Time and firewood, rice, oil and salt, in this turbulent city full of red lights and feasting, finally smoothed out all the waves...

Zhu Zhu and the two soldiers who had been staying in the hospital had completed their last comprehensive physical examination a few days ago, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with their bodies, they were sent to the mental rehabilitation hospital in the 'High-tech City' next door for final treatment. After a professional mental examination, it is confirmed that there is no problem in the spirit, and then you can be discharged from the hospital.

In the afternoon of this day, Gaoxin City Mental Rehabilitation Hospital.

The three of them completed multiple days of examinations one after another, and they were completely confirmed to have recovered. Even their trance spirits were all back to normal, and they were finally able to be discharged from the hospital.

After the two soldiers were discharged from the hospital, they quickly returned to Yanjun Military Mansion, while Zhu Zi stood at the entrance of the hospital as if in a lifetime, looking up at the dazzling sunlight.

His figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Everything that has been experienced before is hidden in the bottom of my heart by the pillar.

Including those who suddenly appeared in the hospital and claimed to be the polling bureau.

There are also many doubts in Zhuzi's heart that cannot be answered, but for him now, these doubts are not so important...

The departure of the three actually brought some waves to the Gaoxin City Psychiatric Rehabilitation Hospital.

For example, at night, the two nurses on the night shift were chatting to pass the time, and they were talking about Zhu Zi and others who had just been discharged from the hospital today.

"Sister Wang, hey, I heard that the three people in the intensive care unit have been discharged today?"

"That's right, Expert Liu and the others have conducted brain examinations on the three of them for several days, and they have confirmed that there is nothing wrong with them. They must be discharged from the hospital."

Hearing this, the younger nurse asked curiously:

"Then find out why he was in a coma at that time, and it was still such a weird coma phenomenon?"

The nurse called Sister Wang has been in contact with Lin'an City Hospital for a few days, so she also learned some gossip. She looked around and made sure no one noticed them before she lowered her voice and said:
"This is very strange.

It is said that half a month ago, they suddenly fell into a coma at the construction site on Xiheli Road, and they couldn't wake up despite the treatment. Later, a few mysterious people came and didn't know what they did in the ward, and these people woke up unexpectedly.

Later, someone went to clean the ward, and there were incense ash all over the floor, as if someone had burned incense here. "

"what?"

The little nurse said in surprise:

"Is it so evil?"

"We shouldn't have to worry about these things, who can say for certain things?

Some time ago, there were always strange things happening at the Xiheli Road construction site, and now the world is at peace. "

"Sister Wang, tell me, do ghosts and gods really exist in this world? Why do I feel more evil the more I hear it?"

Sister Wang said earnestly:
"It's better to believe what you have than to believe what you don't have..."

The conversation between the two was very low, and only whispers could be heard in the silent hospital corridor.

At this time, the night was deep, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

The hospital was finally no longer crowded.

The outpatient department was dimly lit, and the doctor on duty was drowsy.

This is a rare and quiet time in the hospital. Most of the time, the place is full of hurried figures.

The whole building is as high as [-] floors, and each department has a clear division of labor. The inpatient department above the [-]th floor is overcrowded at this time, and many patients can only hang a bed in the corridor.

The eighteenth floor of this building is overcrowded almost every day, but few people set foot on the second basement floor of this building.

Because here, there is only one lonely department: the morgue

At this time, in the dark corridor leading to the mortuary on the third basement floor, a man who looked about 60 years old was holding a thermos cup with tea in his hand, and returned to his workshop of more than ten square meters.

He is the gatekeeper of this mortuary, and he also guards the last door of the mortal world.

The dim and pale light above his head was flickering because of unstable wiring.

The light can barely illuminate the narrow corridor, but it will give people an inexplicable sense of depression.

Next to the workshop is the big iron gate of the mortuary. On the yellowed sign above the iron gate, there are three big characters of mortuary written on it.

The gatekeeper has been working here for more than ten years. He has no children and has a weird personality, and he seems to prefer dealing with these dumb corpses.

The gatekeeper's surname is Wu, and the doctors who are close to him call him Old Man Wu.

This kind of work is often faced with the dilemma of recruiting people, so those who are willing to do it are the old people who have retired and have nothing else to do.

Since old man Wu is a bachelor, this job is simply a good job in his opinion.

He doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to look at the display screen set up in the workshop from time to time.

Through monitoring in the mortuary, it is enough to ensure that no one enters it, or transports the body away without his knowledge.

After returning to the workstation, Old Man Wu sat on a chair, picked up a newspaper that he had flipped through countless times, and started to pass the time.

The hands of the clock on the wall are gradually approaching midnight, and the old-fashioned radio on the wooden table has few channels still on.

In this room, apart from the wooden table with the monitor screen, there is only a wooden bed behind it.

Although the conditions are a bit rough, old man Wu is also enjoying it.

No one came to this place during the day, let alone in the middle of the night.

Therefore, the surroundings were silent, only the old-fashioned radio was still playing unknown operas.

Old man Wu was drowsy sitting on the chair, the lights in the corridor flickered on and off, coupled with this babbling opera accent, there was always an indescribable sense of treachery.

"Dong dong!"

At this moment, there was a muffled knocking sound, and old man Wu was so frightened that he sat up straight.

What movement?
Like someone knocking on the door?
Old man Wu looked out of the window in astonishment at the corridor, but there was no doctor coming to deliver the corpse.

The elevator door at the end of the corridor never opened, but old man Wu clearly heard the sound just now.

"Zi...Zi..."

Just as old man Wu was thinking about whether he had heard it wrong just now, he suddenly found that the monitoring screen began to flicker, and after a few seconds, the screen turned black.

"It's weird..."

Old man Wu muttered something, then stood up, picked up the key hanging on the wall, and was about to open the door of the mortuary, and go in to see if the surveillance system was broken.

When old man Wu went to open the door, he didn't notice that the monitor screen, which was originally black, turned on again after a few seconds of black screen.

It's just that it seems to have been strongly disturbed, and the picture has been very unstable.

Soon, old man Wu skillfully picked up the key hanging on the wall, and came to the iron gate step by step. The sound of footsteps was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.

With the sound of the key being turned, and the sound of rusty iron doors rubbing against each other, the iron door of the mortuary was slowly opened a gap.

Old man Wu walked sideways into the door, and touched the switch on the wall next to him.

"Snapped!"

The lamp turned cold, the darkness faded away, and the overhead lamp was white as well.

Five or six mortuary beds came into view neatly, and on them were corpses covered with white cloth.

On one side of the wall is a row of mortuary cabinets, most of which are long-term corpses that need to be stored in low temperature.

Many of them have reached the deadline, and if no one comes to claim them, they will be sent to the crematorium for incineration.

Old man Wu, who is used to seeing this kind of thing, can be regarded as dismissive, so even though he is in the morgue full of corpses at this moment, he doesn't feel scared until...

"Dong dong dong..."

It was that weird sound again, which was particularly harsh in this silent environment.

Old man Wu immediately looked in the direction of the sound. There, there was a strange sound coming from the freezer where the corpse was stored, as if someone was knocking inside...

And as the sound sounded, a gap was slowly pushed out at this time.

A chill came from behind, and old man Wu's eyes widened.

The light above the head began to flicker on and off, and then went out after a few seconds...

Darkness shrouded the entire mortuary, and in the silent corridor, there were small sounds from the morgue.

Boom, boom, boom—

It seemed to be the sound of walking.

"what!"

Immediately afterwards, old man Wu's heart-piercing screams came, full of fear.

The old radio in the workshop is still singing opera.

It's just that the sound becomes more desolate the more I hear it...

……

At dawn the next day, a doctor came to the third basement floor, ready to retrieve information about a corpse.

But when he stepped out of the elevator, he quickly noticed that the door of the morgue, which should have been closed all the time, was now wide open.

"Old Wu, old Wu?"

He kept calling old man Wu, but he didn't get any response.

It is clearly stated in the work rules that the doors of the mortuary must be searched at any time, and entry and exit must be registered, so this is a very serious violation of discipline.

Some frowned in doubt. Old man Wu has been working here for many years, but he has never made such a mistake.

Is something wrong?
While guessing, the doctor came to the workstation and found that there was no old man Wu in this room.

A little uneasiness shrouded the doctor's heart, and he hurried towards the mortuary where the factory was scattered.

However, when he stepped into this cold room, he immediately saw a figure lying on the ground.

"Old Wu? Is that you?"

There is an inexplicable cold feeling in the whole room, which is completely different from the feeling brought by the low temperature environment of the usual mortuary.

As the doctor walked forward, he touched his neck subconsciously. He always felt a cool breeze, and poured it into his collar.

Since there are no windows on all sides of the mortuary, even in the daytime without turning on the lights, you can't see your fingers here.

The doctor touched the switch on the wall from memory and pressed it lightly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound came, and the whole room was soon illuminated by lights.

But in the next second, the doctor's face was full of fear, and he froze in place in a daze.

I saw that all the beds where the corpses were parked in the morgue were empty at this time.

The cloth that was supposed to cover the corpse was scattered on the ground in a mess.

Old man Wu was also lying on the ground at the moment, with his back facing the direction of the door.

Resisting the fear in his heart, the doctor came to Old Man Wu's side with difficulty, and gently touched his shoulder.

Old man Wu, who was lying on his side, turned around weakly because of the doctor's call.

"what!"

The doctor quickly fell to the ground, looking at the old man Wu in front of him with a pale face.

I saw that old man Wu's face was ashen, with a pair of big eyes staring, but only the whites of his eyes.

The distorted face formed by extreme fear was frozen on the face at the moment of coma.

This incident soon alarmed the hospital's senior management, and old man Wu was sent for examination immediately.

More doctors came here. In the empty morgue, all the doors of the mortuary cabinets were wide open, and body bags were scattered all over the place.

What's even more strange is that these body bags have been torn apart, as if they had been torn by violence.

There were ten new and old corpses parked here, and they disappeared overnight.

With such a serious accident, the hospital naturally didn't dare to delay too much, and immediately called the Tixing Division.

The phone call from the Gaoxincheng Hospital, of course, is the nearest Gaoxincheng Tixing Division to accept the case.

"What? The body is gone?"

The case was also transferred to the Serious Crime Unit immediately.

Team leader Chen Shengdong is a capable general sent from the Tixing Division of Dongshan Prefecture in recent years. He is very familiar with Lin Feng from the Tixing Division of Lin'an City next door.

After learning about this, Chen Shengdong's first reaction was, is there still someone stealing corpses these days?

Compared with Lin Feng's case-handling style, Chen Shengdong is more inclined to details, and he can always show extraordinary meticulousness in his mind.

Now that he has learned about this matter, Chen Shengdong will naturally rush to the scene to investigate as soon as possible.

He and his team members quickly arrived at the morgue of the hospital, but at this time the morgue was empty, and all the corpses had disappeared as they said on the phone.

Chen Shengdong frowned and glanced around, and soon his eyes fell on the camera with no blind spots on the wall.

"Take me to watch the monitoring!"

With the monitoring, Chen Shengdong didn't think too much about other places, he just thought that as long as he looked at the monitoring, everything would be revealed.

Sitting in front of the monitoring screen, Chen Shengdong manipulated it skillfully, adjusted the time of the monitoring screen back to last night, and started to speed up the playback.

In the surveillance footage, there were at least eight or nine corpses in the morgue, and nothing seemed abnormal.

The time on the monitor was constantly approaching twelve o'clock, and at this moment, the originally good video screen suddenly fell into darkness.

"what happened?"

When Chen Shengdong was about to check if there was something wrong with the display screen, the monitoring screen returned to normal again, and he could see the door of the mortuary pushed open a gap.

The figure of old man Wu appeared in the surveillance, and it seemed that everything was normal at present.

Chen Shengdong frowned, subconsciously touched his chin with his right hand, and looked at the surveillance screen in front of him in puzzlement.

Old Man Wu seemed to have heard something, and after he walked in, he kept checking around carefully, and what no one expected was that when Old Man Wu went to check the corpse placed in the innermost...

The corpse lying on the bed closest to the door sat up silently.

"Snapped!"

When the monitoring screen reaches here, it is completely black!

(End of this chapter)