Chapter 44: The Elevator Shocking

He hurriedly got up, put on his clothes, and hurriedly walked out of the room and prepared to go to the funeral home to take a look.

When passing by Tang Yan's room, Yin Hun hesitated whether to wake Tang Yan up. But after thinking about it, let them have a good rest. After all, there are too many things we encountered today. If they were stimulated a little more, they might really collapse.

After coming out of the room, a cool wind blew across the outside, causing him to get goose bumps. He wrapped his clothes tightly and prepared to call a car.

However, taxis at night rarely come to such funeral homes where they gather. Occasionally, there are two or three. When they heard that Yin Hui went to a funeral home where someone had just died, he shook his head like a frightened fool and left without looking back.

Helplessly, Yin Hui could only walk alone, but there was only one stop anyway.

Looking up, all the stars in the air seemed to have disappeared. A star in front of him was also struggling in the dark clouds, as if he wanted to struggle out of the dark clouds.

In the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing is inspecting the crematorium.

I just received a call, and the director asked him to repair the crematorium, saying that the business was expanding and he had to continue using it tomorrow. Although he was unwilling to come here to repair it, and people died during the day, he could not resist the temptation of the 200-yuan overtime pay, and he still came.

Zhou Haiqing has always been known for his boldness in the funeral home, which is why Zhou Haiqing dares to stay in the funeral home at night.

The darkness completely swallowed the funeral home, like a huge mouth. Zhou Haiqing was holding a red double joy in his mouth, and he was walking around the crematorium with a leisurely expression.

Through the window, he could see the last star in the sky outside, struggling to escape from the dark clouds.

Zhou Haiqing smiled faintly.

Yin Hui held her clothes tightly while walking, and her eyes fell unconsciously on Xingxing who was struggling in the air again.

The dim light shone on the world, and the dark clouds were swallowing it with all their might, as if they were about to be swallowed up in the next second.

Suddenly, an inexplicable panic arose in Yin Hui's heart. His throat coughed with a bit dryness, his eyes fell, and finally landed on the dim light in front of him.

That was the funeral home light.

Could it be Master Zhou...

Yin Hui subconsciously felt that the lit stars were like Zhou Haiqing's life, and they could be flooded by dark clouds at any time...

Thinking of this, Yin Hui accelerated his pace and rushed up quickly, feeling anxious, as if he was about to be unable to wait.

In the quiet funeral home corridor, Zhou Haiqing hummed a small song to enhance his courage while repairing the damn crematorium.

The crematorium has not been used for many years and the room has been abandoned for a long time. For some reason, the spider webs inside are dense and dusty. Even the energy-saving lamp has been burned long ago, hanging in the air and swaying like a hanged person.

There was only a dim wall light in the whole room, and most of the room was covered by the shadow of the crematorium.

Dingdang!

A strange metal collision sound behind him stimulated Zhou Haiqing. He turned around in surprise and found that nothing was wrong. Then he continued to bend down and stuff the wrench into the bolt, making reciprocating mechanical movements.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it. At the other corner of the crematorium, five fingers were slowly stretching out from it, pale and weak, then another one, followed by the head, body, waist, and a person, slowly squeezed out, and the bones in their bodies made a gloomy breaking sound...

She squeezed so hard that every time she squeezed out, she had to pause for a moment. After a long time, a twisted figure gradually turned into a solid body, motionless. The air around her suddenly solidified, silent and suffocating...

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer!" Yin Hui complained secretly in his heart. Looking up, the starlight was decreasing, leaving only the last corner with a faint light.

"Gee..." This thing slowly turned his face, and a "Geeeeeeee" tug-of-warp sound came from his neck. Finally, a crisp sound came from the cervical vertebrae. Her head turned to one side, her pale face was bloodless, and her dead gray pupils exuded the despair of death. Her cheekbones were deeply sunken, her nose was crooked to the side, and her whole face seemed to be flattened by a huge external force.

Moan.

There was a crisp sound in Yin Hun's ear, and the starry dots finally dissipated into nothing.

ah!

In the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing trembled and threw the wrench in his hand towards the thing, then rushed to the corridor frantically, and smashed the elevator control panel with all his strength.

The elevator was only erected in recent years. The main building of the funeral home is not high, only six floors. However, considering the particularity of work here, the director waved his pen and closed the three-story upward stairs and used the elevator instead to avoid any irrelevant people accidentally breaking through.

Fortunately, the elevator was already open at this time, and Zhou Haiqing looked at the red numbers on the elevator, from 1 to 6.

The door opened, there was no one inside, and there was no one at this time. Looking at the black corridor in panic, Zhou Haiqing pressed the closing key as if he was relieved.

The elevator began to descend...

He raised his head and looked at his face from the mirror on the top of the elevator, pale and bloodless.

Suddenly, Zhou Haiqing realized that he had been taking the elevator this time for a long time. He quickly looked at the floor indicator light: 6.

Why didn't you move? Zhou Haiqing was shocked and pressed 1 again.

The elevator slowly descended, and the numbers on the indicator lights kept changing.

6—5—4—3—2—…1,…,-1

The elevator did not stop, but continued to descend.

The first floor is the location of the morgue of the funeral home.

Break the elevator! Don't get off! What's going on? What's going on! Zhou Haiqing thought, pressed the button on the first floor with his fingers tightly, and his fingernails were about to bleed.

But the elevator continued to descend on its own...-

1…-2…-3…-

15…-16…-17…-

18…!

clang, the elevator stopped.

Zhou Haiqing looked at the number in fear, and the horror scenes in his mind flashed one by one. Suddenly, he remembered a noun: hell!

Eighteen Hell!

Could this elevator now lead to hell?

The elevator stopped steadily at the 'negative 18th floor', without moving, and without signs of opening the door. Zhou Haiqing stood in a daze in the elevator, not knowing what to do, because he knew that there was no negative 18th floor at all.

After about a few minutes, or maybe dozens of minutes, the lights in the elevator suddenly began to dim and slowly turned into a kind of dark green ghost fire.

Zhou Haiqing shouted loudly, slapped the four walls of the elevator hard, and frantically hit the elevator door with his shoulder. Suddenly, a low sigh came from all over the place, like a woman making a sound beside him.

Finally, Zhou Haiqing used all his last strength and sat on the ground limply, panting heavily at the elevator of hell.

Red handprints began to appear slowly on the wall, and it was blood!

Zhou Haiqing wanted to scream, but he no longer had the strength to scream. He could only watch more blood slowly seeping out of the floor beside him, and blood kept dripping from the ceiling...
Chapter completed!