Chapter 475 The Voice in the Morgue

"Tail?" Huya walked at the front of the team, and she shouted towards the half-opened iron door, but no one responded. "Go and see."

The wall lamp was glowing with dim yellow light. Hu Ya moved forward alone. She leaned against the wall and slowly approached the iron door.

The door was covered with mottled rust, and there was a blood-like liquid flowing out. "What is this room for?"

Hu Ya moved her footsteps and took another step forward. She leaned forward without touching the door, and adjusted her perspective to see what was inside the door clearly.

But before she could see clearly, a drop of liquid dripped from the ceiling onto the back of her hand.

It was thick, somewhat like blood, but it seemed to be mixed with other things, exuding an indescribable strange smell. "Water leak?" She slowly raised her head, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed a little, and the iron door trembled slightly. "Be careful!" Yang Chen shouted, and the wall lamp in the passage behind him began to go out again!

One after another, the speed is very fast, like a hungry beast rushing wildly!

Without a chance to prepare, the darkness engulfed several people in an instant. "All squat down! Stay in place!" Yang Chen was anxious, but there was no good way to do it: "Last time the lights went out, three people were missing, this time I don't know who will disappear again."

The passage was completely plunged into darkness, very quiet, and the breathing and heartbeat of the companions around him could be heard.

Everyone squatted on the ground, and no one moved.

In the darkness, a gust of wind was blowing, and vaguely, a figure at the end of the passage could be seen shaking, and then disappeared. The monster seemed to have mixed into them.

The time became long, the thumping heartbeat sounded in my ears, and with the strange background music, the fear was infinitely amplified.

"crunch..."

A harsh sound came from where Hu Ya was, and the door in front of her was pushed open.

"Who opened the door at this time?"

The iron door was pushed open, the smell of formalin wafted in the air, and there was another sound in the passage.

tick, tick...

The liquid fell from a high place and dripped on the ground. The sound got closer and closer to Huya, and finally stopped in front of Huya.

Total darkness,

Nothing could be seen, only the constant ticking. "That thing was standing next to me." Huya's palms were soaked with sweat, and an invisible sense of oppression came. She gathered up her courage, raised her hand, and stretched it forward, but her fingers had nothing. touch. "It should be in this position, the sound is coming from here."

Hu Ya was very sure, and her hand continued to stretch forward.

tick...

Another drop fell, this time on her arm. "I can't touch it, it's still moving and dripping, could it be... it's on top of my head?" His eyes had slowly adapted to the darkness, Hu Ya looked up, and there was a vague human-shaped shadow lying on the ceiling above his head. .

It seems to have just climbed out of the pool, with water stains left on its body, its limbs sticking to the wall like a gecko, its head sticking out, its hollowed-out face resting on top of Huya's head, as if preparing to give Huya's face to the wall. Bite and take away! "What is this? What!" After breathing, Hu Ya's legs remained in a half-squat position, her body was a little numb, but her thinking was still very clear, this woman should be the most courageous of all. "That thing is on top of my head!" Huya screamed, grabbing the phone in her pocket, pointing it at the top of her head, and throwing it out. "Crack!" The phone smashed against the wall, and a light lit up behind Huya. Anan turned on the flashlight that came with the phone.

When the light came, the monster on the ceiling had already run away, and he only saw a group of human-shaped black shadows crawling fast on the ceiling.

...

The sound of the wheels rolling behind them was getting closer and closer. Fan Dade and Fan Cong couldn't run anymore. They had already lost their way, and now they didn't want to pass the customs. "Come in! Quick!" The two of them got into a white-painted passage and saw a half-open iron door with four Chinese characters written on it.

Without looking, Fan Dade dragged Fan Cong and ran in directly, and then Fan Dade closed the door heavily. "Brother, slow down."

Fan Cong broke free from Fan Dade's hand. He gasped violently and sat directly on the ground against the wall. He had never done such vigorous activity in recent years.

The door was tightly closed, and after a few seconds, the sound of rolling wheels passed through the door and slowly left.

"Saved." Fan Dade seemed to have just been fished out of the water. His whole body was soaked in sweat. His legs were weak, and he sat down on the ground unsatisfactorily: "I'm too tired, I need to rest."

Seeing his brother's stubborn mouth, Fan Cong didn't expose it. He panted and sat aside his brother: "Why are you doing this? You have to go to the haunted house to find guilt, our family are cowards, what about parents? It's not that you didn't know when you left, why do you have to come to find sins?"

"I just bother you with this attitude, no one is born timid, and it has nothing to do with my parents if I bring you to the haunted house, I just want you to come out for a walk, don't play games at home, look at your depression. What's it like?"

"Brother, I wasn't playing games." Fan Cong thought about it and finally told the truth: "That game is said to have been made by a murderer, and it contains evidence of his child abuse, but no one can interpret it yet. out."

"Why don't you make excuses, I'm your brother, how can I not know you?" Fan Dade waved his hand: "Isn't it just a lovelorn? If my girlfriend is gone, I can just look for it again. Why does a husband have no wife?"

"Who did you learn this from?" Fan Cong was too lazy to explain to his brother: "I won't talk to you anymore, let's not even think about clearing customs, just stay in this room for 30 minutes, and then wait for the boss to come. Save us."

"That's not good?"

"What's wrong? Anyway, if you kill me, I won't go out again."

Before Fan Cong finished his sentence, there was a sudden sound in the row of morgues next to the corpse.

His whole body trembled, and he shivered in fright: "What sound?"

"I don't know, but it seems to have come from that cabinet." Fan Dade got up from the ground, the two brothers leaned against the door, panicking.

"I think we'd better not go over and look at it. As long as all the mechanisms are not triggered, it is equivalent to no mechanism." The sweat on Fan Cong's face was not dry, and new cold sweat came out again.

"It makes sense." Neither of the brothers meant to approach the corpse cabinet, but the contents of the corpse cabinet didn't seem ready to let them go.

The lights in the room were on and off, and a shrill sound of fingernails scratching at the metal door panel suddenly came from a certain corpse cabinet, as if to find a gap and prepare to come out.