Chapter 509: Go Home Often

Huai Yi did not choose to call Jiang Cheng, but sent him a message, informing him of Zhang Zhaowei's specific address. Read

After a while, Jiang Cheng replied: Which is the best infertility? Shandong Technical School will find Lanxiang.

This is the code agreed upon by Jiang Cheng and Huai Yi. Holding the phone, Huai Yi pondered for a moment and thought that the ghost would definitely not reply with such a sexy word.

The other side is Jiang Cheng.

The goal was achieved, and he was ready to leave.

But just after he turned around, the scene in front of him made his heart tremble.

The door of the morgue was closed at some point.

And Wang Zhangguo was gone.

What happened?

Huai Yi's perception was very sharp, but he didn't notice it at all.

In an instant, Huai Yi turned off the phone, then crouched down and hid in the dark.

Something must have happened

Otherwise, with Wang Zhangguo's courage, he would definitely not dare to do such a thing.

Huai Yi's thoughts turned quickly, and he made several most likely guesses about the current situation in his mind.

First, and most likely, Wang Zhangguo is dead, killed silently by the ghost through some unknown means.

Second, Wang Zhangguo discovered something, and then he slipped away. He was the one who closed the door of the morgue.

When I introduced the rules of the nightmare world, I said that ghosts rarely kill multiple people in a short period of time. Wang Zhangguo might have remembered this.

He left him here for the ghost to kill, and then he found a chance to slip away.

This idiot

Huai Yi had no doubt that Wang Zhangguo could definitely do such a thing.

Because if it were me, I would do it too.

But no matter which one it was, one thing was certain.

The ghost was in the morgue.

Right next to him!

Huai Yi held his breath, and every cell in his body was on alert. The darkness nearby seemed like a black quagmire.

If he cast his eyes into it, he would be swallowed.

In less than half a minute, Huai Yi's clothes were soaked with cold sweat. This was different from facing Jiang Cheng, who just wanted to achieve his goal through means.

But the ghost he was facing now was different. The other party just wanted to kill him simply.

Covering the screen of his mobile phone with his hand, trying not to let the light leak out, Huai Yi dialed a number from the stored numbers and called immediately.

This is Wang Zhangguo's phone.

That's right, he was waiting for Wang Zhangguo's phone to ring, using it to attract the ghost's attention, and then find a chance to escape.

If Wang Zhangguo was not dead, he must be hiding somewhere like himself, hoping to escape the ghost's pursuit.

I hope he didn't turn off his mobile phone, otherwise it would be troublesome, Huai Yi frowned.

A few seconds later-

"Go home often, go home, even if you wash chopsticks and dishes for your mother."

"The elderly don't expect their children to make great contributions to the family."

"Life is not easy, just want a reunion."

"Go home often, go home."

"Even if you can give your father a back massage and rub his shoulders."

A classic song "Go Home Often" resounded in the morgue, and the festive atmosphere instantly spread, making people unable to help but follow the beat.

Huai Yi did not expect that someone would use such a song as a cell phone ringtone.

But what surprised him even more, and even frightened him, was the location where the song came from.

It was not outside the morgue, nor was it the darkness in front of him.

But it was behind him!

Huai Yi jumped up almost instantly, then turned around in the air, and was facing behind him the moment he landed.

At the same time, he did not care whether he would be exposed or not. He turned on the flashlight of his cell phone and pointed it at the rows of morgues behind him.

His breathing was already disordered, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

The cell phone ringtone actually came from the morgue behind him.

How could it be possible?

How could Wang Zhangguo's cell phone be locked in the morgue?

Originally, according to his personality, he would never go near the morgue, but at this moment, this festive cell phone ringtone was like a death horn, making his heart burst.

What's even more weird is that he had hung up the phone a long time ago, but the song played for a while before it finally stopped.

He had already located the morgue cabinet from which the ringing sound came.

Left, third floor, second to last.

A relatively remote location.

If it weren't for this incident, he might never have noticed it.

God knows what kind of courage he mustered up to make up his mind to open this morgue cabinet. In such an environment, he couldn't help but think.

He borrowed the power of the door again.

Fortunately, there was a response this time.

Dense scales covered his upper body, two arms, and fragile neck. He looked very scary now.

His upper body swelled up, and what was even more scary was the power he had now.

He could easily tear a Komodo dragon to pieces.

The morgue cabinet was opened like a huge drawer, and inside it was a corpse covered with white cloth.

Feet facing outwards, head facing inwards.

Huai Yi, panting heavily, slowly lifted the white cloth until he saw the mobile phone tightly held in the hands of the deceased, and Huai Yi's pupils trembled.

That's right, it was Wang Zhangguo.

He was dead.

As the last part of the white cloth was torn off, the scene in front of him made Huai Yi take a few steps back. Wang Zhangguo's head was gone.

The muscles at the neck fracture were twisted, and large chunks of muscle were torn apart. It felt like it was torn off by some ferocious beast.

But this is not a zoo, how could there be a large beast?

It's a ghost.

It can only be done by a ghost!

After the initial fear, a trace of doubt appeared in Huai Yi's eyes. He looked at Wang Zhangguo's body and felt that something was wrong.

Later, he thought of it.

Logically speaking, Wang Zhangguo was just killed and must have been dead for less than 10 minutes, so his body and his blood should be hot.

But after he touched it, Wang Zhangguo's body was icy cold.

He didn't just die!

Wang Zhangguo has been dead for a while!

He should have been killed by a ghost when Jiang Cheng and the others left him alone!

The Wang Zhangguo who had been following them was a fake!

No wonder they hadn't encountered a ghost for so long, it turned out that a ghost had already sneaked in.

Damn it

The next second, the dancing melody tore through the silence that originally belonged to this place. Huai Yi was horrified to see that the phone in the headless corpse's hand rang again.

The number that appeared on the screen turned out to be his own.