I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

"Old Song, is it really that serious?"

The same old man asked in a low voice.

He is also an old employee and has seen many strange incidents, but Song Ci handled them very easily every time. This time Song Ci seemed to be unsure!

"He had a lot of grievances, and the grievances accumulated so much that he never died in silence. Although people who died violently also had some grievances, especially children. They left unexpectedly without knowing much about the world. The grievances of children will

Bigger.”

"However, judging from his resentment, this child does not seem to have died unexpectedly, but more like..."

Song Ci stopped talking in the middle of the sentence. He was really anxious!

The others didn't ask any more questions. They seemed to understand very well that they wouldn't be able to help much if they kept asking. It would be better not to know too much!

"Why don't you burn the body now, so you don't have to worry about it?"

Zhou Jing became interested and started talking.

"No, the incinerator has been turned off. If it is turned on again, it will have to be preheated, which will take at least more than an hour. Moreover, the family's request is that it must be cremated tomorrow. We cannot refuse the family's wishes. Besides..."

As he said this, the man looked at Song Ci.

Song Ci glanced at the two of them lightly: "The fever won't melt today!"

Two people:?

Can't be burned?

Wang Zun fully understood what Song Ci said, but Zhou Jing was still confused and wanted to say something else, but Wang Zun stopped him.

"How is it possible that it can't be burned? If you can't burn it for an hour, let's burn it for two hours, three hours...burn it until it melts. Wouldn't this prevent the disturbing things from happening tonight?"

Zhou Jing chirped.

Wang Zun rolled his eyes at her: "The crematorium is run by your family..."

The group of people came out of the morgue and separated. Without exception, they didn't want to stay too long. They hurriedly went home and returned to their dormitories. The huge factory area returned to calm and loneliness.

Song Ci walked alone to the three-story old dormitory building. His rickety figure made people feel his loneliness and vulnerability!

In fact, it shouldn't be a problem for Song Ci to kill a cow with one punch.

Don't let his appearance fool you.

Looking at the time, it was almost seven o'clock. Wang Zun could not leave the crematorium. He glanced at Zhou Jing!

"Go out and buy two bottles of liquor for me. The higher the alcohol content, the higher the alcohol content. Also buy some cooked food and other things. Anyway, it's a good appetizer. I'll wait for you here!"

Wang Zun didn't look back, and after leaving his words behind, he chased after Song Ci.

Zhou Jing wrinkled her nose and clenched her fists, "What do you mean, are you starting to point fingers at me?"

"I'm not going. Why do you order me? Who do you think I am?"

Zhou Jing murmured to herself, but still went out to drive.

Wang Zun caught up with Song Ci and kept following him without saying a word.

Song Ci didn't look back, as if he didn't notice Wang Zun. In fact, Wang Zun knew very well that Song Ci knew that he was behind him, but he just didn't want to pay attention to him.

This is a bit bullying, isn't it?

"This smell..."

Wang Zun frowned and followed Song Ci. He smelled a special smell.

The smell of corpses!

And the smell of rot!

Is this because Song Ci has been working with corpses in the crematorium for many years, so his body has also absorbed the smell of these corpses?

It’s not impossible!

However, Wang Zun always felt that this was a little different.

It doesn’t seem like the usual corpse smell!

An indescribable feeling!

In front of the three-story old dormitory building, Song Ci finally stopped and turned around to stare at Wang Zun with turbid and sharp eyes.

"The factory director told me about your idea, and I rejected it. In a place like this, even if you are the police, you will not be treated differently. It will be very dangerous. Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course Wang Zun understood that what Song Ci meant was not to say that ghosts will not be merciful just because you are a policeman.

"I know, and I understand!"

"Another body was lost last night. I feel like I'd better spend the night here. Maybe I can find some clues. Three hundred bodies were lost. If word spreads, people will definitely be panicked. For the sake of the peace of society, the family members'

Don’t worry, I feel it’s time to end this matter!”

Wang Zun smiled, seemingly casually, but actually there was something behind his words. He must have been staring at Song Ci's face, trying to find some changes, but found that Song Ci's face was like a piece of iron, without any change.

"It's up to you, but I think I have an obligation to tell you that this is not the place you should come, nor is it the place you should stay. I'm afraid you will lose confidence in life after tonight."

This is a warning!

Wang Zun disagreed: "Don't worry, old man, I love life very much and I will never be in the situation you mentioned!"

"Don't harass me!"

Song Ci said a few words and walked upstairs.

Wang Zun still followed behind. The room arranged by the factory director was right next to Song Ci's dormitory, so naturally he had to go up together.

There are more than a dozen rooms on each floor. There are public toilets at both ends of the corridor. In fact, every dormitory has dormitories. The toilets outside the corridor can be used or not, just in case of emergency.

All the way up, Wang Zun felt that it was messy, dirty and bad!

Some remaining items were scattered everywhere, and some dormitories were leaking and covered with moss.

There is a unique smell of abandoned houses everywhere, with chairs, hangers, clothes, plastic buckets, suitcases scattered everywhere in the corridor...

What Wang Zun paid attention to was not this dirty environment, but some strange marks on the ground and walls!

footprint!

Lots and lots of footprints!

Some wear shoes, some barefoot, some on tiptoes, some with half a foot... old, new, old, small!

These footprints appear everywhere on the ground, on the stairs, in the corridors, and in some rooms.

Song Ci lives alone in this dormitory, so why are there so many different footprints?

It's definitely not the footprints left before, but it seems like many people come in and out every day.

In addition to the footprints on the ground, there are also many marks on the wall, including palm prints, scratch marks, bloody fist prints, a person's back mark, and bloody face prints... These bloody face prints

It seemed like a face full of blood was stuck to the wall, with different expressions, either ferocious, twisted, or split...

From the first floor to the third floor, they are all covered with these marks!

Along the way, Wang Zun shouted "I'm sorry" so many times in his heart.

How could he not see that these marks were left by ghosts?

Or maybe... it's the marks left by some corpses.

Tonight should be a pleasant evening!

"No need to read, you will know in the evening. It may be too late for you to leave now, otherwise, haha!"

Song Ci only persuaded Wang Zun to leave without any excited words.

"hehe!"

Wang Zun also smiled, what should he say?

Wang Zun glanced around and saw a white thing hanging around Song Ci's neck.

The fingers are long and thick, and they are very white and bright. They are not jade or gold jewelry, so they look a little weird.

This thing is hollow and has four small holes on it.

Wang Zun just thought it was a little weird and didn't think much about it. He couldn't control what decorations people wore.

The two came to the middle of the third floor, and Song Ci stopped in front of a room.

The door to the room is very old, the vermilion paint on it is very faded, and it is covered with small pits and some small cracks.

This wooden door can only be said to be for decoration. An adult can kick it open with one kick.

Wang Zun took a closer look and saw that there were many wonderful stories in this door.

There were scratch marks on the door panel, which were scratched by something unknown, as if a cat had scratched it with its claws for many years. It picked up strips of wooden thorns, and some skin and blood remained on them.

Don't think about it, these are not scratches left by a cat.

On the window next to it, there was some flesh left on the glass, and the wall on the window was polished and shiny, as if something was coming in and out of the window.

You can faintly see the handprints on the glass window, like grabbing, slapping, crawling...

"Tsk tsk..."

I don't have the skills to live alone in a building like this. It's dirty, smelly, and full of ghosts or corpses!

Song Ci opened the door, and Wang Zun wanted to take a peek inside, but he didn't know that there was a yellow cloth hanging on the door with many talismans and divine characters painted on it!

The corners of Song Ci's mouth raised slightly, with an imperceptible smile. He quickly lifted up the yellow cloth and walked in, closing the door behind his back.

Wang Zun shrugged, is there any need to be so mysterious?

He does have a weird temper and likes to be alone.

If this kind of person is not born with this kind of personality, then he is hiding some ulterior secret.

Wang Zun curled his lips, it was already seven o'clock, and the mission had begun.

The sun disappears completely, the night falls, and the moon rises.

As night falls, the wind gets stronger and stronger, and the trees on the nearby mountains are blown "rustling"!

The factory area was quiet, as if it were a stagnant water.

It was obviously dark just now, but suddenly the darkness became a little deeper, and it seemed like it was late at night!

Compared with the School of Forensic Medicine, there is still a big difference here. There are lights at the entrance of each building, which drives away the darkness a lot.

Wang Zun took a look at Song Ci's room. He didn't turn on the lights, and there wasn't any sound. He didn't know what he was doing in there.

Fell asleep?

probably not!

Zhou Jing came back, carrying some cooked food and two bottles of liquor with a look of resentment on her face.

"Why are you so unconvinced when I ask you to do something? If you get married in the future and your husband asks you to start a job, you are not allowed to fire your husband?"

Wang Zun took the things and joked a few words!

"You are not my husband..."

Zhou Jing muttered softly and rolled her eyes.

"Uncle Song, come out for a drink and chat. We have many questions that we would like to ask you!"

Wang Zun knocked on the door very politely. Regardless of whether Song Ci was a member of the Corpse Exorcist Sect or not, as a senior figure here, he knew things that outsiders could not know, so it was most appropriate to ask him.

Moreover, Song Ci can also teach Taoism.

"Go away, don't harass me!"

Wang Zun:convex^-^convex

Zhou Jing:(°_°)

This is so rude!