The three of them rushed out of the elevator and just pushed open the door of the morgue.
A gloomy wind suddenly rushed towards me.
The underground should be warmer than the ground.
But it seems that morgues everywhere are exceptions.
They all look eerie.
Chuncheng First People's Hospital is a large comprehensive hospital where people die every day.
The morgue is also in very standard condition.
When you open the door, you can see pull-out morgue cabinets, leaning against the wall on three sides.
There is no dissecting table in the middle, which is often seen in movies.
The head nurse knocked on the duty room next to the morgue, and a little old man walked out.
"Uncle Zhang, about half an hour ago, did you see a girl walking into the morgue alone?"
she asked.
Uncle Zhang groaned and said doubtfully: "No, no one has sent a body in today."
"Not delivering the body."
The head nurse didn't know how to explain.
Lu Qinghan couldn't bear it anymore. She looked at the morgue and saw no trace of her sister. She quickly took out her sister's photo and shouted: "Old man, have you seen this girl?"
The old man had a puzzled look on his face. He glanced at the photo in her hand and shook his head: "I've never seen it before. You guys are so weird. If you are looking for a living person, why are you looking for me in my morgue?"
No living person would want to come to this damn place."
The head nurse smiled bitterly: "That's the truth, but something strange happened today..."
Lu Qinghan interrupted her: "Old man, we have checked the surveillance. My sister walked into the special elevator of the morgue half an hour ago.
If you haven't seen her, where can she go?
The elevator goes directly to the morgue and cannot go anywhere else.
Could it be that you left your post without permission and slipped away without knowing what you were doing?"
Uncle Zhang couldn't stand it when he heard Lu Qinghan's spouting without any evidence, and he shouted anxiously: "Who in the hospital doesn't know who I, Old Zhang, am.
I have worked hard in the morgue all my life. As long as it is my turn, when will I not do my best?
You little girl has a bad mouth. If you open your mouth or shut up, I'm going without permission.
Which of your eyes saw me leaving my post without permission?"
Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, the head nurse quickly smoothed things over: "Uncle Zhang, please understand that the sister of the patient's family member is missing, and she may be a little anxious.
But I also watched the surveillance video, and her sister did come to the morgue."
The head nurse testified, but Uncle Zhang was speechless.
He snorted coldly: "Anyway, I haven't seen anyone come here. What do you say? The mouth is on you, it's up to you."
Liu Hou said nothing and looked around.
The entire morgue was full of hostility, and it was difficult to discern much information.
But it was mixed with the aura of the dead-headed ghost, which proved that Lu Qingying must have come in.
He immediately said: "Uncle Zhang, there should be surveillance in the morgue. Can you bring it out for us to take a look at?"
"The monitoring of the morgue is an independent system, and it cannot be viewed casually by anyone who comes."
Uncle Zhang is very stubborn.
The head nurse sighed: "Forget it, Uncle Zhang, let them see. It's also a good way to give an explanation to the family members, so that our hospital won't be confused."
"You take responsibility?"
Uncle Zhang rolled his eyes.
The head nurse patted her chest and promised, "I take responsibility."
"Okay, come here."
Uncle Zhang took the three people to the monitoring room and called up the monitoring from half an hour ago.
I saw monitor No. 1 facing the elevator door.
The entire screen would be silent, except for the passage of time in the upper right corner.
I thought I was looking at a painting.
Not long after, there was a ding-dong sound.
The elevator door opened.
A girl wearing a hospital gown and pink plush slippers came out.
It was the missing Lu Qingying.
The girl's frail body was blown by the cold wind in the morgue, and she shivered immediately.
He asked the empty air beside him: "Sister, why are you making an appointment with Mr. Liu Hou at this place?"
She listened carefully, as if someone was talking next to her.
He nodded with a smile on his face: "Oh, I understand. So that's what Mr. Liu Hou meant.
Can the Yin Qi in the morgue really save Mr. Tou Tou?"
"Well, I'm not afraid. As long as I can save my sister and Mr. Battou, I'm not afraid of anything."
Lu Qingying's face turned pale and she said she was not afraid.
In fact, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Put your hand on the heart where the paper umbrella is hidden, it is like a head in the paper umbrella, which can give her courage.
When I walked to the door of the morgue, the heavy door creaked and opened without any wind.
In the duty room, Uncle Zhang was browsing short videos on his mobile phone with his head down.
He turned a blind eye to the sound of the door and the arrival of Lu Qingying.
When he saw someone really coming to his territory, and he was indeed derelict in his duties, Uncle Zhang's old face suddenly turned red and white, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.
However, no one cares about his face now.
Everyone was attracted by this weird video.
Liu Hou frowned.
Something is wrong.
Uncle Zhang is not blind or deaf. Even if he is watching short videos, it is impossible to ignore such a big movement and such a big living person.
Unless he is blinded by a ghost.
In a strange posture, Lu Qinghan leaned most of his weight on the air.
Slowly and slowly we arrived at the middle of the morgue.
Suddenly, she heard something again.
His face became confused: "Why do you want me to tear open this morgue?"
"I don't understand, sister."
The girl turned her head and looked around, and suddenly froze: "Something's wrong, why hasn't Mr. Liu Hou come yet?"
"What? He won't be back until later?"
"No, no no no."
The girl staggered back a few steps and struggled: "Let me go, my sister will never let me do such a thing.
You are not my sister!"
Suddenly, a sharp tinnitus came from the monitor's speaker.
The three people watching the surveillance heard it unexpectedly, and they all covered their ears in pain.
The sound was so painful that the frequency was so high that red blood flowed from the ear holes of the three of them.
Liu Hou snorted coldly, took out three talisman papers and quickly tore them in half.
Knead it into a ball and stuff it into the ears of Lu Qingying, the head nurse and Uncle Zhang.
The three of them felt better now.
Uncle Zhang shouted in shock: "What is this sound?"
"Ghosts cry."
Liu Hou replied calmly.
Even Lu Qinghan, an atheist, was shocked: "What the hell are you crying about?"
"It literally means, a ghost is crying."
Liu Hou stopped explaining and looked at the surveillance camera.
The ear-splitting ghost cry finally disappeared, but there was something wrong with the video picture again.
The screen is black.
Just like the countless snowflakes that appear on the TV when there is no signal.
It will recover after a few seconds.
But this time, when the surveillance video was restored, the figure of Lu Qingying was standing in the center of the morgue.
He also disappeared together.
"My sister, where has she gone?"
Lu Qinghan slapped the surveillance monitor with his hand in shock, as if he could take a picture of his missing sister by tapping hard.
Suddenly, Liu Hou hissed at her: "Don't make any sound."
Lu Qinghan was confused and looked at Liu Hou subconsciously.
Suddenly, she understood why Liu Hou wanted her to be silent.
There is movement.
There was a constant crackling sound, like chains dragging on the ground.
