I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

"Last night, did you notice the body when it was left?"

Zhou Jing adjusted her mentality slightly and continued to ask.

"What left last night was a female corpse. She was not very old. She seemed to have died suddenly after working overtime for a week. What a pity!"

"Last night was nothing different from usual. The corpse made a sound on the iron bed in the morgue, then got off the iron bed, opened the door of the refrigerated body, walked out, and then left. There is no difference!"

The gatekeeper shook his head. He had already memorized the steps of leaving the corpse by heart.

"Where did the body go? In other words, have you ever tried to follow the body to see where it went?"

"No!"

"I'm quite brave, but I don't dare to commit suicide, right? Who knows what will happen if I follow you, but I have tried to see from a distance where the body went after it left the refrigerated area."

The gatekeeper pointed in a direction, which was the direction of the three-story old dormitory building.

The Western District Crematorium is surrounded by mountains on three sides. It can also be said that it is built on a mountain. Looking at it this way, the overall atmosphere seems particularly depressing.

"Coincidence?"

Wang Zun murmured to himself, not too sure.

"Is there a glowing mark on the forehead of every corpse that leaves?"

Wang Zun finally asked the most important question.

The gatekeeper nodded. He also thought of something. Could it be that these corpses were indeed controlled by others?

If so, it's definitely because of the mark on the corpse's forehead.

But when did the mark appear on the corpse’s forehead?

"Has Song Ci been here every time the corpse left?"

Wang Zun asked again.

"What do you mean, you suspect that Lao Song is the culprit?"

The gatekeeper suddenly became a little excited and extremely serious.

"I'm just asking, anything is possible!"

"Old Song is definitely not a person who steals corpses. Absolutely not. Old Song is a little weird, taciturn and not good at words, but he is 100% a good person. He is the patron saint of our factory. He has helped everyone and dealt with many things.

A strange thing is that once my wife was hospitalized and I couldn’t afford the medical expenses, it was Lao Song who paid for it!”

When it came to Song Ci, the gatekeeper was really anxious.

"I have helped everyone... maybe just so that no one will suspect me. I am the patron saint of the factory, and I can also be the god of destruction of the factory!"

Wang Zun murmured to himself.

"Don't get excited, we are just asking, this is the process!"

Zhou Jing wiped her sweat. From the gatekeeper's mouth, it was absolutely impossible to ask about Song Ci's abnormal things. Song Ci gave people such a good impression. Almost everyone had received his favor, and no one would treat him as such.

He was associated with the matter of discarding corpses.

Because of this, Song Ci's suspicion will be even greater!

"Lao Song will not only come to the morgue on the night when a body is lost, but every time there is a body, Lao Song will come to check it, just to prevent the body from being lost!"

The gatekeeper tried his best to speak for Song Ci and believed Song Ci 100%.

"Don't worry, old man, we won't tell anyone about you. We can just pretend we haven't met you. Is that okay?"

Wang Zun pouted, the more this happens, the more suspicious Wang Zun becomes!

The patron saint of the factory, he has dealt with countless strange things. At least Song Ci is a Taoist.

Since he is a cultivator, why did he hide in the crematorium for decades?

Retire from the world and return to the mountains?

Wang and Zun thanked the gatekeeper, and when they came out, they realized that it was getting late, the sun was setting, and the afterglow was even more beautiful!

It's past five o'clock in the evening, almost six o'clock!

The mission starts at seven o'clock. This is the earliest mission Wang Zun has ever performed. To be honest, it's still a bit uncomfortable!

Fortunately, it was not dark yet at seven o'clock, so it was quite comfortable in the season of long days and short nights.

However, at this time, the crematorium was already off work, all operations had stopped, and it was very quiet.

I have to say that the factory area is very pleasant, with green trees, gorgeous flowers, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the mountain breeze is just right!

If we didn't say that this was a crematorium, no one would associate the environment here with the imagined crematorium.

"You really don't want to leave?"

Wang Zun glanced at Zhou Jing: "Tonight may be more exciting than the Forensic School, and it will be more unforgettable for you!"

Zhou Jing's eyes trembled, and she was obviously feeling nervous, but she still said bravely: "What do you think I am? I am a people's policeman. I am absolutely righteous. I will not be afraid if the evil does not prevail against the good.

, I have a royal spirit!"

Wang Zun pouted, what he said was quite nice, but he didn't know what it would be like if he really met her.

Last time I was so frightened that I fainted.

Dress, white shoes, ponytail, and pretty face, at first glance, it seems that he is not a person with strong psychological endurance, he is just tough.

"It's up to you!" Wang Zun shrugged, he didn't care.

"It's you, why are you working so hard? It seems like this isn't something you have to do, right?"

Wang Zun looked up to the sky and sighed, and spoke uprightly: "I just want to make this world a better place, and I will do my best. If possible, I am willing to sacrifice my life. I am such a just person."

Awesome man! Don't fall in love with me, you can't control it!"

Zhou Jing:( ?????? )

Damn you uncle, you are quite good at pretending!

Wang Zun pouted. He didn't want to do such a dangerous thing, but he had no choice. The tasks issued by the system must be completed.

Wang Zun had an idea, if he had enough strength, he could stand up and take down the system.

Of course, he is looking forward to the next mutation upgrade of the system.

"Walk!"

Wang Zun waved his hand and prepared to go find Song Ci. Even if he couldn't be in the same dormitory with Song Ci tonight, he still wanted Song Ci to be within his observation range.

This is also the time!

A black van drove in from outside the gate. You can imagine at a glance that this van is specially used by the crematorium to transport corpses!

Two staff members got out of the car, and a few more people in work clothes pushed the iron frame cart up.

"Deceased: Zhang Xiaoxuan, age: seven years old, cause of death: drowning!"

"The family requests that the cremation be cremated as soon as possible tomorrow morning and the ashes be sent there. They have customs. Minors cannot be cremated and see them off. We will take care of everything and finally send them to the burial place requested by the family!"

"What a pity this child is, why is there so much dirt on his body!"

"You're only seven years old, so you don't need to be cremated. Why is that?"

"This child died seven days ago!"

"Seven days ago? Why did it have to be cremated and brought here now?"

"It's a fake corpse!"

"Originally, the family wanted to bury the child, but... they crawled out and went home after they were buried... You know what happened, so I won't explain it further. Let Lao Song come over, otherwise tonight will not be peaceful.

!”

The group was shocked, and someone immediately went to call Song Ci.

Actually, the staff here have seen this kind of thing happen too often. The death of a seven-year-old child is really a pity.

Wang Zun noticed what the group of people said. This child had been buried before crawling out and going home again?

Let Song Ci come over?

Otherwise, it won’t be peaceful at night?

He died seven days ago, and now it seems that the child's body shows no signs of decay, but is a little grayer and blacker, with more dirt on it.

And...you won’t die with your eyes in peace!

His eyes were wide open, so big that one of his eyeballs was about to fall out of his sockets.

Forgotten full of unwillingness, madness, resentment, anger...

Die with your eyes open!

Although there is no corpse or ghost energy in his body, this child's eyes are full of resentment!

The resentment is overwhelming!

It certainly won’t be too peaceful at night!

This kind of corpse cannot be cremated. It must be cremated, otherwise we don’t know what will happen.

Did he really drown?

Wang Zun was meditating. At this time, several people came over. When he looked over, Wang Zun saw Song Ci at a glance.

He is Song Ci. Although Wang Zun has never seen Song Ci and does not know what he looks like, there is a person in the crowd with a temperament that ordinary people cannot have. He is Song Ci!

Wang Zun can be sure!

Song Ci looks like an ordinary old man, with a stooped back and a somewhat strange walk. He is very thin, but his eyes are cloudy but full of light.

Fierce without losing momentum!

In particular, he has long hair that is tied into a ponytail and hangs behind his back, giving people the impression that he is full of secrets.

Wang Zun looked at Song Ci, who seemed to sense something and looked over, meeting Wang Zun's eyes.

He didn't say anything, just looked at each other calmly.

This old man is anything but simple, this is Wang Zun’s first feeling!

He is indeed a man who understands the Tao and the Dharma, and every move he makes is unique.

"So much resentment!"

“It’s a bit difficult!”

Song Ci just glanced at the child's body, her old face tightened, and she spoke hoarsely.

"What?"

"Old Song, can you do it?"

Someone asked.

Even Song Ci said it was difficult, which was definitely a bad thing. Except for Song Ci, they had nothing to do or know anything about. If Song Ci fell, they would have to break their muscles and bones.

Song Ci said nothing, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and tied the child's eyes.

"Prepare something for me, chicken blood, cinnabar, yellow charms, boy's urine, coffin nails, red rope..."

Song Ci mentioned a lot of things at once, which seemed to be available in the factory, and seemed to have been kept on hand, so he quickly brought them over.

Pushing the body into the morgue, in front of everyone, Song Ci soaked the red rope in chicken blood, then mixed the boy's urine with cinnabar, dotted it with a brush, and drew something on the yellow charm.

Then he took off the child's clothes and continued to use a brush to draw runes one by one on the body, from head to toe, which was tedious and complicated.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a red rope soaked in chicken blood and popped out bright red rope marks on the body, from head to toe, from left to right.

Finally, he took out the drawn talisman and placed it on the forehead of the corpse, pressing it with a black and red triangular spike.

After doing all this, Song Ci took a deep breath. His expression was not very relaxed, but rather very suspicious.

"I don't know if I can suppress him, but it's better to do nothing!"

"I'm not an expert in this field. I'm not learning the art of suppressing ghosts. I'm just copying the gourd!"

"Tonight, Lao Huang, don't go to work. No one can come near here, do you understand?"

Everyone nodded, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, so they chose to go to the Tiger Mountains?

They wouldn't be so stupid! Silly!