Nightmare Attack

But just after Jiang Cheng put the wire into the keyhole, everyone's nerves suddenly became tense. Huaiyi, Fatty, Wenliangshan and the other two people immediately turned around and looked into the darkness deep in the corridor.

"Gululu"

"Gululu"

A scraping sound came from the darkness at the end of the corridor, like something with wheels approaching them quickly.

And listening to the sound, this thing is not small in size.

After Jiang Cheng's reminder, Huaiyi immediately realized that what was approaching them quickly was a cart specially designed to transport corpses.

"Gululu"

"Gululu"

The noise caused by the friction between the wheels and the ground was like a reminder. What was even more frightening was that they were obviously very close to the sound, but there was darkness a few meters away and they could not see anything.

What does this corpse-carrying vehicle look like?

Were there any bodies on it?

Or is there someone pushing this car?

They are all unknowns.

This invisible pressure is driving people crazy.

Jiang Cheng focused all his attention on opening the lock. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at the direction where the sound came from.

Listening to the sound of the speeding corpse truck, everyone had no doubt that if it collided, their lives would definitely be sealed.

Finally, just when Huaiyi made up his mind and prepared to join forces with Fatty to catch Wenliangshan and use him to take this wave of damage, there was a crisp "knock" sound.

The door is open.

Without hesitation, several people immediately fled into Room 9.

The next second, a rusty corpse truck rushed out of the darkness and sped straight past Gate 9. The huge impact even caused a gust of wind.

No one doubted that if they were a little late, all of them would be finished.

Wen Liangshan, who was still in shock, turned his head tremblingly and looked at Jiang Cheng with a look that could no longer be described as worship.

Jiang Cheng, on the other hand, was very calm, put away the thin wire, looked around, patted the non-existent dust on his shoulders, and then said slowly: "How many times have I told you that I have too many skills to overwhelm my body, but you just don't listen. "

"Normally, even ordinary people can't do this. Even the most powerful people in this profession are arrested and squatted in small dark rooms." The fat man muttered in a low voice.

Worried about the dangers around them, everyone consciously turned on their mobile phone flashlights and shined the light around them. The important thing was to find the registration book on the fourth floor and write their names.

Room No. 9 was larger than expected and very empty. Not far from them were several morgues. They were very old, estimated to be at least 20 years old.

The indicator light on the side was still on, one red and one green, and flashed alternately a few times from time to time. Even a person like Huaiyi who knew nothing about machinery could tell that there was something wrong.

There is a piece of white paper taped to the cabinet door with the words "Do Not Touch" written on it.

"Doctor." The fat man pointed at one of the morgues with sharp eyes and said, "When did this door open?"

When he first came here, Jiang Cheng's attention was distracted by the surrounding environment and he didn't pay too much attention.

Hearing the fat man say that, he noticed that the door of the morgue in the middle next to the wall was open.

But it is not completely open, but slightly covered, leaving a dark gap, about 3 or 4 fingers wide.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but after looking at it for a long time, I always feel like a hand will stick out from the gap at any time, or someone will crawl out or something.

"When you came in just now, was that door closed?" Huaiyi seemed to feel something was wrong and asked the fat man.

"Yes, I can see clearly." The fat man's tone was full of certainty.

The door of a morgue that had been used for an unknown period of time quietly opened a gap without them noticing.

This would definitely be a good idea in a horror novel.

But now no one wants to read novels. Everyone just thinks about how to find the register, sign it, run away, and survive.

Time ran out and they couldn't hesitate any longer. Jiang Cheng found a metal pipe with a curved front end nearby and held it in his hand. It was very heavy.

Later, Fatty learned from Jiang Cheng that this thing was used to fish out corpses.

Because the conditions for storing corpses were limited in the past, many corpses were stored in corpse pools filled with formalin. Since the corpses had a slippery appearance, tools like this were needed to fish the corpses out from the bottom of the pond, using metal poles. Hook on the other end.

But now, Jiang Cheng used the hook to open the ajar door.

Everyone held their breath. Wenliangshan was even prepared. There would be an extremely terrifying corpse inside, or it was

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng himself was a little surprised.

The morgue was actually empty.

As if he didn't believe it, Jiang Cheng asked Huaiyi to come up and use a tool to hook the cabinet door, and he used his mobile phone to shine inside.

At the very back of the morgue is a blue notebook.

The fat man's face lit up when he saw this scene, "Doctor, it's the registration book!"

It was indeed a registration book, almost the same as the ones they had found before, but there was no excitement on Jiang Cheng's face this time because the location this time was even weirder than last time.

Deep inside a morgue.

How do I need to sign?

Climb in?

Looking at the location of the register, even Jiang Cheng felt it was a bit tricky. If he climbed in and the outside cabinet door suddenly closed, the people inside would be stupid.

Jiang Cheng slowly turned around and looked at Wenliang Mountain, "It's very dangerous inside, but I need you to go in this time. If you can survive, I will protect you during this mission."

Hearing that Jiang Cheng wanted to go in by himself, Wen Liangshan turned pale with fright, "No, I don't want it, I refuse."

Hearing this, Huaiyi said coldly: "It's better for you to crawl in by yourself than for us to stuff you in. If you don't want to be dignified, we will help you do so."

In the end, Boon Liang Shan compromised, he is a decent man.

But just when he moved his face closer and looked into the morgue, he suddenly seemed to find something, his pupils shrank, and then his whole body started to tremble.

"Come and take a look." Wen Liangshan said with a sad face, "What's in here?"

Everyone didn't look carefully before, but now they got closer and found that the inner wall of the morgue was full of scratch marks, not only around it, but also on the top of the morgue, and everyone was already familiar with these marks.

This is what the nails left.

Suddenly, a terrifying idea emerged in everyone's mind.

Once upon a time, a living person, moreover a woman, was locked into this morgue. In the end, she was frozen to death, or possibly suffocated inside.

For a long time before she died, she scratched around frantically, struggled desperately, and called for help, but to no avail.

The long hair stuck to the inner wall seems to prove how fierce the woman's struggle was.

This is a murder scene.

Even standing here, you can feel the despair of the woman at that time.