Enchanter

No.40 Elevator Cry in Four Chapters

He hurriedly got up, put on his clothes, and hurried out of the room, ready to visit the funeral parlor.

When passing by Tang Yan's room, Yin Hui hesitated whether to wake Tang Yan up or not.But after thinking about it, let it go, let the two of them have a good rest, after all, there are too many things encountered today, if they are stimulated a little, maybe they will really collapse.

Coming out of the room, a chilly wind blew by outside, making his skin crawl.He wrapped his clothes tightly and prepared to call a car.

However, taxis at night rarely come to this kind of place where funeral parlors gather. Occasionally, there are two or three. When they hear that Yin Hui is going to the funeral parlor of someone who just died, they shake their heads in a hurry like a frightened fool. Without going back, he walked away.

Helpless, Yin Hui had no choice but to walk alone, there was only one stop anyway.

Looking up, the stars in the mid-air seemed to have disappeared, and a star directly in front was also struggling in the dark clouds, as if trying to get out of the dark clouds.

In the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing was checking the crematorium.

I received a call just now, and the curator asked me to repair the crematorium, saying that the business was expanding and I would continue to use it tomorrow. Although I was reluctant to come here to repair it, and someone died again during the day, but he couldn't resist the two hundred yuan for overtime work. Fei's temptation still came.

Zhou Haiqing has always been famous in funeral homes for his boldness, which is why Zhou Haiqing dared to stay in the funeral home at night.

The darkness completely swallowed the funeral home, like a huge mouth.With a stick of Double Happiness in his mouth, Zhou Haiqing paced around the cremation furnace with a somewhat leisurely expression.

Through the window, he could see the last star in the sky outside, struggling to escape from under the cover of dark clouds.

Zhou Haiqing smiled lightly.

Yin Hui covered his clothes tightly while walking, and his eyes fell on Xing Xing who was struggling in mid-air again unconsciously.

The dim light shines on this world, and the dark clouds try their best to devour it, as if it will be swallowed up in the next second.

Suddenly, an inexplicable panic rose in Yin Hui's heart, he coughed with a dry throat, his eyes fell, and finally fell on the dim light in front of him.

That's the light of the funeral home.

Could it be Master Zhou...

Yin Hui subconsciously felt that the lit star seemed to be Zhou Haiqing's life, and it might be submerged by dark clouds at any time...

Thinking of this, Yin Hui quickened his pace and rushed up quickly, anxious in his heart, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

In the quiet corridor of the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing was humming a little song to boost his courage, while maintaining the damn cremation furnace.

The cremation furnace has not been used for many years, and the room has been abandoned for a long time. For some unknown reason, there are dense cobwebs and dust in it. Even the energy-saving lamp has been burned out long ago, dangling in mid-air, like a hanging lamp. dead people.

Only one dim wall lamp was on in the entire room, and most of the room was covered by the shadow of the cremation furnace.

Jingle!

Zhou Haiqing was irritated by a weird metal collision sound behind him. He turned around in surprise, and found that there was nothing wrong. Then he continued to bend down, stuffed the wrench into the bolt, and made a reciprocating mechanical movement.

It's a pity that he didn't see it, but at the other corner of the cremation furnace, five fingers were slowly protruding from it, pale and weak, then another, then the head, body, waist, a person, slowly Squeezed out, the bones all over the body made a gloomy cracking sound...

She squeezed so hard that every time she squeezed out a part, she would pause for a moment. After a long time, a distorted figure gradually became a solid body, motionless.The surrounding air suddenly froze, silent and suffocating...

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer!" Yin Hui secretly groaned in his heart.Looking up, the starlight is diminishing, leaving only the last corner still shining faintly.

"Giggle..." The thing turned its face slowly, and there was a "clack-clack" sound from its neck.Finally, there was a crisp sound from the cervical vertebrae, and her head fell to one side, her pale face was bloodless, and her dead gray pupils revealed the despair of death.The cheekbones were deeply sunken, the nose was tilted to one side, and the whole face was flattened as if hit by a huge external force.

Shout out.

There was a crisp sound in Yin Hui's ear, and the starlight finally dissipated into nothingness.

Ah!

Inside the funeral parlor, Zhou Haiqing threw the wrench at the thing tremblingly, and then frantically rushed to the corridor, smashing the elevator control panel with all his strength.

The elevator was only installed in recent years. The main building of the funeral parlor is not high, only six floors.However, considering the special nature of the work here, the curator swiped his pen and closed the stairs up to the third floor and used the elevator instead.In order to prevent unrelated people from entering by mistake.

Fortunately, the elevator had already opened at this time, Zhou Haiqing looked at the red numbers on the elevator, from 1 to 6.

The door opened, but there was no one inside, and it was impossible for anyone to be there at this time.Looking at the dark corridor in fear, Zhou Haiqing pressed the close button as if he was relieved.

The elevator starts to descend...

He raised his head and looked at his own face in the mirror on the top of the elevator, pale and bloodless.

All of a sudden, Zhou Haiqing realized that the elevator ride seemed a bit long this time.He quickly looked at the floor indicator light: 6.

Why don't you move?Zhou Haiqing was startled, and pressed 1 again.

The elevator descended slowly, and the numbers on the indicator light kept changing.

6—5—4—3—2——……1，……，-1

The elevator didn't stop, but continued to descend.

The basement floor is where the funeral parlor morgue is located.

Broken elevator!Don't get off!What's going on, what the hell is going on!As Zhou Haiqing thought about it, he pressed the button on the first floor tightly with his fingers, and his skinned nails were about to bleed.

But the elevator still went its own way and continued to descend... -

1...-2...-3...-

15...-16...-17...-

18……!

Clang, the elevator stopped.

Zhou Haiqing looked at the number in fear, and the horror images flashed in his mind one by one.Suddenly, he remembered a noun: Hell!

Eighteen layers of hell!

Is this elevator leading to hell now?

The elevator stopped firmly at the 'minus [-]th floor', without moving, and there was no sign of opening the door.Zhou Haiqing stood in the elevator in a daze, not knowing what to do, because he knew that the funeral home did not have a negative eighteenth floor.

After about a few minutes, maybe even a few ten minutes, the lights in the elevator suddenly began to dim, and slowly, it turned into a ghostly green ghostly fire.

Zhou Haiqing yelled loudly, slapped the walls of the elevator with all his strength, and slammed his shoulder against the door of the elevator frantically.Suddenly there were low sighs from all around, like a woman making a sound beside him.

Finally, Zhou Haiqing exhausted his last strength and sat limply on the ground, panting heavily, looking at this hellish elevator.

Red handprints slowly appeared on the wall, it was blood!

Zhou Haiqing wanted to scream, but he didn't have the strength to scream anymore. He could only watch helplessly as more blood slowly oozed from the floor beside him, and blood dripped from the ceiling...