I dug the grave of the God of War

Outside the door, Qin Yingzhu's voice urged him over and over again, very anxiously.

Du Surui was suddenly awakened, listened carefully to Qin Yingzhu's voice, grabbed a coat, put it on and quickly got out of bed, stepping on cotton slippers and striding to open the door.

"Qin Yingzhu, what are you doing?"

"Brother Du..."

The moment Qin Yingzhu raised his hand and punched the door, Du Surui suddenly opened the door, and he almost stopped and hit the protruding head.

Dusuri reacted very quickly, turning his head sideways to avoid the blow.

When he spoke again, Du Surui said angrily: "It's a chilly day. It's not even bright yet, and you start waking me up!"

"problem occurs!"

Qin Yingzhu didn't want to disturb people's dreams, but he had to ask them for help, "Something happened to Junior Sister Jiadan!"

As he spoke, he handed over the message received on the screen of his mobile phone.

Wu Luoyang in the next room was fully dressed, opened the door and walked out.

Qin Yingzhu nodded gently towards her, Wu Luoyang nodded, took a step forward and stood next to Du Surui. He also looked at the messages on Qin Yingzhu's cell phone.

This was what Lin Jiadan sent to Qin Yingzhu an hour and a half ago. It probably said that she encountered a strange situation after work and asked him to go to the town morgue immediately.

Going to work at four o'clock in the morning is a common thing for an undertaker.

Since the cremation of remains is usually done in the morning, some family members come to wait in line in the middle of the night. Therefore, it is common to go to work at four in the morning.

"I slept too deeply."

Qin Yingzhu put away his cell phone and said angrily: "Junior Sister Jiadan called me, but I didn't listen."

If Qin Yingzhu hadn't seen her message on his cell phone at night, he would have had to wait until dawn.

After Qin Yingzhu read the text message asking for help from Lin Jiadan, he immediately drove to the hospital, but after searching every corner of the hospital, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Could it be that she has returned home after finishing her work?"

Du Suri asked rhetorically.

"No, I just went there."

Qin Yingzhu spoke again and told an even weirder thing: "Not only was Junior Sister Jiadan missing in the morgue of the town hospital last night, but even the corpse she had encoffined was nowhere to be found. The corpse was originally sent to the funeral parlor for cremation by her family members in the morning. Now the family members They are making a fuss in the hospital."

Hearing this, Wu Luoyang frowned slightly.

Lin Jiadan disappeared.

She is still old enough to move around and may be able to leave the hospital.

The body is gone...

Du Surui frowned and held his bare chin with one hand, "Did Lin Jiadan steal the body?"

Qin Yingzhu:......

Are you kidding me? !

Brother, your idea is very bold. That is the body of a ninety-year-old man who was in mourning! ! !

In other words, for people in their profession, let alone such unscrupulous things as stealing corpses, they would carry them back even if the corpse ran away!

Therefore, there is no such thing as an embalmer stealing a corpse.

"Has the hospital surveillance been adjusted? What have you found?"

"The hospital said that the surveillance system in the morgue often breaks down. It has been broken for several days!"

"..."

Everyone fell into a brief silence.

Wu Luoyang thought for a moment.

According to Qin Yingzhu, both Lin Jiadan and the body were lost from the hospital. If you want to understand the whole story, you have to start from the hospital.

"Let's go to the hospital!"

After finishing his words, Wu Luoyang and Qin Yingzhu walked downstairs together. “Uh, wait for me!”

Just as Du Surui was about to leave, he looked down at his pajamas, shouted at their backs, and immediately turned back to his room to change clothes in a hurry.

A few minutes later.

On the dimly lit and quiet street, Qin Yingzhu drove his convertible pickup truck speeding ahead, and Du Surui followed closely behind in a black car.

Not long after, two cars parked in the parking space at the gate of the town hospital.

Qin Yingzhu jumped out of the car.

Here Wu Luoyang and Du Surui followed closely behind. The three of them ran towards the hospital lobby one after the other, and followed the safe passage straight to the darker underground level.

There was a dead silence on the underground floor.

This is the shadow of the city, and the morgue is the border between life and death.

A thick iron door blocked out the noise from the outside world, leaving only the cold concrete walls and dim lights. There was an indescribable chill in the air, and occasionally there were slight sounds from unknown sources. These sounds echoed gently in the empty underground layer, adding a bit of eeriness and terror.

Qin Yingzhu walked in front and led the way, while Du Surui consciously walked at the back. In this way, Wu Luoyang was in the safest position in the middle.

The three of them came to the door of the morgue, pushed open the heavy iron door and walked in.

In the morgue, rows of metal shelves were neatly arranged, with bodies covered by white cloths lying on them. Candles were lit in the storm-proof candlesticks on the metal shelves, and shadows twisted and danced on the walls, as if something was lurking in the darkness, watching everyone who entered.

Wu Luoyang's eyes were attracted by a messy metal shelf and he took a few steps forward.

She stood on the edge, staring at the fallen black wick in the middle of the half-burned candlestick, as well as the solidified wax dripping down on all sides, with horror in her eyes.

If the candles suddenly go out in the morgue, it means that the living have disturbed the rest of the dead, which is an ominous omen. You should evacuate quickly and do not stay for too long.

Judging from the pouring angle of the metal shelf at the scene, the messiness of the white shroud spread on it, and the tools used by the embalmers scattered under the shelf, Lin Jiadan must have encountered some special situation at that time and was in a panic. Evacuation was done.

"How about it?"

Qin Yingzhu asked anxiously from the side.

Du Surui looked around and came to Wu Luoyang's side. He lowered his head and looked at the messy corpse bed, as well as the tools, pens and powdery power things on the ground.

"The yin energy here is very strong, and there are also evil spirits."

He replied.

"Then Junior Sister Jiadan..."

Qin Yingzhu was so worried about the next words that he trembled at his lips and did not dare to say them out.

The next second, he asked Wu Luoyang urgently: "Little Junior Sister Luoyang, do you have a way to find Junior Sister Jiadan? After such a long time, I'm afraid of her..."

"Let me try."

Wu Luoyang knelt down, picked up a paint brush used by Lin Jiadan, and applied a stream of Fire Yuan Qi on it.

The next second, I saw the paint pen floating in mid-air.

Follow it and you'll find Lin Jiadan.

The paint brush floated in front and led the way. Wu Luoyang, Du Surui and Qin Yingzhu followed closely behind. The paint brush did not go up the stairs of the emergency passage, but went straight to the elevator shaft at the bottom.

The three of them looked at each other, all shocked.

He quickly took a few steps forward.

The chalk brush that was originally floating in mid-air suddenly fell down.

It fell to the ground with a splat, and the wooden stick at the end of the pen fell to the ground, and instantly fell under the gap in the elevator shaft.

Something even stranger happened.

The elevator originally stopped on the second floor. At the moment when the paint pen fell into the gap, a clanging sound suddenly came from the elevator shaft, and the down button on the button interface on the wall at the elevator door suddenly lit up.