"Brother Jue, where are we going now?"
Qin Feng looked at the hospital corridor with three steps and one post. Every few steps he took, he would be greeted by the silent gaze of a soldier. This invisible pressure was quite suffocating.
Especially the bright steel gun in each soldier's hand.
That thing is a natural enemy of humans, and anyone who sees it will be frightened.
"Go to the third underground floor." Qin Jue's words were concise and to the point.
Three floors underground!
Everyone looked at each other and seemed to understand what Qin Jue meant.
With Wang Dahai's escort, Qin Jue had a smooth journey.
Just in the corridor near the pharmacy, I was stopped by two soldiers and asked to take a detour.
Qin Jue didn't talk nonsense and bypassed the pharmacy directly, so he didn't bother to cause unnecessary trouble for himself.
"I'll send you here."
At the door of the third underground floor, Wang Dahai stopped walking: "The morgue is down below. I will make it convenient for you, but please don't cause any trouble for me."
Qin Jue smiled faintly: "Okay."
"The time is only two hours. There will be a big leader patrolling in two hours. It's best to come out before that time."
"good."
As soon as I entered the third underground floor, I felt a chill.
"Brother Jue, it's so chilly in here. It's so cold."
"I also feel very cool, it's not like air conditioning temperature."
Suddenly, Qin Feng's whole body stiffened. He saw a dark shadow at the end of the corridor on the third underground floor!
"Brother Jue, what is that?"
Qin Jue raised his eyes and said nonchalantly, "It's just a trick at most. What's there to be afraid of?"
After that, Qin Jue began to assign tasks.
"The three underground floors are all morgues. There are nine rooms in total, and a maximum of 270 corpses can be placed in them."
"Each team is responsible for three rooms and up to ninety corpses."
"The bodies here are different from those in the crematorium."
"The corpses here are more difficult and more intense."
"If any team encounters something difficult that cannot be solved, contact me immediately."
"Now, let's begin."
Qin Jue sat down at the door of the third underground floor.
Qin Feng, Qin Zhen and their second uncle looked at each other, swallowed, and started to enter the morgue with their respective teams.
Mortuary Nos. 1 to 9.
Qin Feng is responsible for No. 1.2.3.
Qin Zhen is in charge of No. 4.5.6.
The second uncle is in charge of numbers 7.8...9.
In the cold air, Qin Jue was like a door god, holding two dragon-scale Tang knives and watching everyone enter the morgue one by one, but his eyes were always staring gloomily at the black figure at the end of the corridor.
The black shadow was extremely long and narrow, not human-sized at all.
But there was no movement, so Qin Jue didn't move either.
Heiying and Qin Jue were as silent as two statues.
...
Morgue 1.
Qin Feng took people to inspect and found nothing unusual.
All the corpses were lying on steel beds very peacefully, covered with a layer of white cloth.
But just as he was leaving Morgue 1, an accident happened.
"Report the number of people!" Qin Feng shouted.
"1, 2, 3...10, 11."
11! ?
When he heard the number 11, Qin Feng trembled all over, and a chill ran from his heels to the back of his head.
There are only ten people in the entire White Knife team, where is the eleventh person? ?
However, at this moment, the light bulbs in the morgue flickered suddenly, and the next second it fell into darkness completely.
At this point, even a pig knew what was happening.
Qin Feng clenched the Tang Dao tightly and roared: "Everyone come closer, stand back to back, and count again!"
Everyone staggered and stood back to back. Some people turned on the flash of their mobile phones and nervously observed the counting process.
Qin Jin: "1!"
Qin Shan: "2!"
Qin Shu: "3!"
Everyone reported their numbers one by one, and soon the tenth person was reported.
However, a sound sounded in the air again that made everyone feel like they were falling into the abyss.
"11."
A very plain, even a little cold voice sounded.
Qin Feng's pupils suddenly shrank: "Who!"
Qin Jin raised his hand with surprise on his face: "Brother Feng, it's me!"
"Qin Jin! How could it be you!"
"Yes, weren't you the first to count?"
"Qin Jin, you are trying to scare people, right?"
The White Knife team exploded instantly, complaining about Qin Jin.
But Qin Jin looked aggrieved and said, "No, I wasn't the first to shout, I was the last one to shout. I always thought there were eleven of us at Bai Dao."
"Fart! You just woke up, right? There were only ten of us the whole time!"
"That's right, where did the eleven people come from?"
"Qin Jin! Enough is enough! This kind of joke is not funny!"
"That's right, you shout twice by yourself, is that interesting?"
Looking at Qin Jin who kept explaining, Qin Feng suddenly realized a terrible problem.
Since Qin Jin is the last to report the number.
Then who was Qin Jin who was the first to report the count?
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened and they turned to look at Qin Jin, who was the first to report the count.
Under the flash of the mobile phone, everyone could clearly see that Qin Jin, who was the first to report the count, stood in front of everyone with a smile on his face.
"Fuck! Who the hell is this!"
Everyone looked at Qin Jin again and found that Qin Jin's face was pale.
"I am Qin Jin! Who is he!" Qin Jin cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf.
Qin Feng suddenly shouted: "Just kill him!"
Everyone swarmed up and slashed at Qin Jin who was smiling.
The guy was quickly chopped into pieces of meat, and the blood stained the entire morgue.
After the chop was completed, everyone was panting and frightened for a while.
"Okay, let's go." Qin Feng waved his hand with blood on his face: "This thing can only scare people. It doesn't have much strength. It's probably just a trick that can copy human faces."
Everyone was convinced and began to evacuate Morgue 1.
After leaving the morgue, Qin Feng looked back and trembled again.
I saw that Qin Jin, who had just been crying and howling to prove himself, not only did not walk out of the morgue at this moment, but stood on the same spot, watching everyone with a strange smile on his face in the dark environment.
Qin Feng's eyes widened. Under his gaze, Qin Jin's face began to twist and deform, turning into the face of a strange man. This face was pale and without any blood, as if he had been dead for a while.
"Qin Jin!"
Qin Feng let out a painful cry.
Everyone trembled, showing expressions of disbelief.
"We...could it be that the person we just killed...wasn't Gui?"
Suddenly, the strange man's face let out a cold smile, and the laughter was extremely harsh.
"You killed the wrong person! You killed the wrong person!" Qin Feng shouted in despair: "The first person to report the count is the real Qin Jin! This bastard bewitched Qin Jin, and then he pretended to be Qin Jin and followed Let’s act!”
The first person to be killed was... the real Qin Jin?
At this moment, all the members of Bai Dao were in a trance.
In a daze, all I could hear was the proud and shrill laughter in Morgue No. 1.
