From what this uncle said, it seems that no one is on duty here at night. So I looked at the environment here again. On the wall about two meters high, the top of the wall was poured with cement, and there were many broken wine bottles embedded on it. This should be set up to prevent people from climbing over the wall.
Next to the guard box where the old man was, there was a large iron gate in the shape of a grid. The gaps in the grid were so small that at most you could only put one finger in. If you wanted to climb through the door, there was no point of strength. The top of the iron door is also made of some sharp iron rods. Even if you climb up, if you accidentally fall down, you will be disemboweled. It is estimated that by then, it will be thrown directly to the morgue. .
So I asked the uncle, if you don't keep anyone here at night, why do you stay here during the day? There are dead people in there. Are you afraid of people coming in and stealing? The old man pointed towards the way I came with an unhappy look and said, "Don't tell me, it's this bastard hospital. It's better not to build a morgue in the hospital. It has to be built here." During the day, people from the hospital would occasionally come to pick up the body, or family members would come to identify the body. It was so gloomy and depressing!
I think I can understand the old man's mood. If it were me, spending all day on this silent mountain with corpses, I'm afraid I would also be anxious. But his words gave me a message. People come here occasionally during the day. If they are not from the hospital, they are people who come to claim the body. If it were in the past, I would probably pretend to be one of these people and sneak in to investigate, but now that the old man has memorized my appearance, I'm afraid that won't work.
So I said to the old man, can you let me go in and take a look? I was asked to come here, but I didn't understand that I was not easy to communicate with. But the old man said, take a look and see if there is anything good to see. When you die that day, you can see enough for yourself! Get out of here!
The old man suddenly became irritable. Although his words were unpleasant, I also knew that I couldn't force others. But I noticed that there is a small forest behind the morgue house, so if I go back the same way and find a place to turn around, I should be able to get close to it through the courtyard wall. I thought to myself that instead of continuing to bring trouble to myself, I might as well do what I want. Even if there really is a fuss, this old man is no match for me.
So I politely said goodbye to the old man and turned back the way I came. Not far from House No. 24, I calculated the location and found that there was a small forest behind it. If I guessed correctly, it should be connected to the area behind the morgue, so I got into it. There was no road among the weeds, and he fought his way through the thorns and thorns.
Fortunately, there weren't many people around, so I didn't reveal my whereabouts even though I made such a big move. After getting into the grove, seeing the slippery piles of fallen leaves underneath, it is not difficult to tell that even on weekdays, few people come to the grove. In this season, there is very little rain, but the ground here is so slippery. First of all, it is due to the moisture content of the trees themselves. Secondly, it is indeed said that it is easier for Yin Qi to accumulate here. For people like me in the industry, these seemingly ordinary signs are clues that we should not let go easily. So I took a few deep breaths through my nose, trying to judge from the smell first, but other than the usual smell of decaying vegetation, there was nothing unusual about it.
It's almost evening now, and it won't be long before it gets dark. I could have waited until the evening when the old gatekeeper came home, but since I only had one day, half a day had passed and I still couldn't find the doorway, so I couldn't afford to delay even a minute. . Because the grove is covered by leaves, the environment seems a little darker. Fortunately, there is still some light coming in through the gaps, and I can still see the road clearly. This is a wild forest, because there are various types of trees, and they are all disorderly. So much so that when I walked along, the route was always crooked. As I approached the morgue, I deliberately slowed down my pace and moved slightly away from the edge of the woods to avoid being noticed by the old man.
Slowly approaching, I could already see the roof of the morgue through the gaps in the woods. It was covered with green moss, and the ground was broken for some unknown reason. I squatted there motionless, and saw that the sky was about to get dark. The old man sitting at the door was still staring in the direction of the yard with an anxious face. He seemed to be unable to sit still, so he stood up and came to the iron gate. He paced back and forth and smoked one cigarette after another.
According to my understanding, generally speaking, people on the day shift should get off work at six o'clock in the evening. But when I squatted in the woods until six o'clock in the evening, I found that the old man didn't seem to have any intention of getting off work. Could it be that he gets off work at seven o'clock? Eight o'clock? Or even later? I can't afford to waste this time if I wait like this.
So I picked up a piece of mud on the ground and rubbed my hands together to make the mud a little stronger, but my hands were very dirty. I held the lump of clay in my hand and looked at the old man intently. The moment he lowered his head and stamped out the cigarette butt, he threw the mud towards the roof of the morgue.
I have already said that I am a practicing practitioner. So this time, the landing point is extremely accurate. Mud blocks are different from stones. Stones will make a crisp sound when hit hard on the roof. If the force is not controlled well, they may pop out and fall into the yard. The mud block is different. It is soft, so when it hits the roof, it will only make a muffled sound.
Sure enough, when the mud hit the roof, there was a brief and rapid "thud" sound, but the sound was not loud. But the old man's reaction made me feel a little ridiculous, because he actually trembled and looked in the direction of the morgue like a frightened bird, but did not dare to come over.
I couldn't hold back my laughter. This could be regarded as my revenge for his earlier cruelty to me. He looked around for a while, looking nervous, but when he found that there was no other sound, he lit a cigarette and continued pacing. But this time, I prepared a piece of clay in my left and right hands, and when he wasn't paying attention, I smashed it out one after another.
After two muffled "dong dong" sounds, the old man was startled again by the unknown sound. This time his actions were even more exaggerated. He stepped back continuously, then reached out to hold the iron door, staring in the direction of the morgue with fear on his face. Although I don't know exactly what he is afraid of, I can easily guess from his previous words and reaction at this moment that something unusual must be happening here.
The old man seemed to be frightened, holding on to the door and not daring to move. So he quietly called out the soldiers and horses, only sending the weakest one, and instructed him to tap the door of the morgue to make the sound of someone knocking on the door. Soon, there was a knock on the door, and the old man screamed in fright. He quickly closed the iron door, padlocked it, and ran away in the direction I came from without looking back.
That skill doesn't look like that of an old man at all. I think he should thank me after knowing the truth. After all, it was me who asked him to leave work early.
Calculating that he would not come back, I stood up and slid down the gentle slope at the edge of the grove, approaching the edge of the wall. When I originally scared the old man, I just hoped that he would run away. I didn't expect that he would be so professional. He ran away and locked the door before leaving. This made me a little trapped in a cocoon. No matter which direction I came from, I couldn't easily enter the area within the courtyard wall.
It was getting dark now, because my position was halfway up the mountain. Looking from a distance, I could still see the lights of the entire city getting brighter. While there was still a glimmer of light, I started to look for a possibility to climb over the courtyard wall closest to me. I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight rashly. If someone saw me, I wouldn't be able to survive. And left. I didn't dare to go to a relatively open area, because it was a bit far away from the morgue, and the wall in front of me, as long as I climbed in, there was the outer wall of the morgue two or three steps away. .
I searched along the gentle slope, and found a relatively easy place near the middle, because next to that place was a small gentle slope where I could stand firmly. I only needed to jump towards the wall and reach out at the same time. I can grab the edge of the wall, but there are a lot of glass shards on it. If I grab it, my hands will definitely be filled with blood.
So I went back to the grove, broke off a strong and valuable branch, and smoothed the thicker end on the red bricks beside the wall. Then I grabbed the thinner end and stabbed it. Use my strength and the hardness of the branches to break the broken glass.
This is a very time-consuming project. After all, the equipment is limited, so I have to make do with it. After finally breaking almost all the glass, I still couldn't just climb up because there would inevitably be some short places that I missed. So I took off my coat, propped it up with the branches in my hands, and then gently laid it on the wall that I had knocked out of the gap.
Throwing away the branches, I threw the canvas bag behind my back. As soon as I held my breath, I jumped over the gentle slope and grabbed the edge of the wall that was covered by my clothes. I was a little slippery, but I still climbed up on my hands and knees.
The joy of success is indescribable, although my series of cool and coherent movements did not have any audience. When I stood firmly on the wall and squatted down, and was about to find a strong point to climb down, a voice suddenly came, which scared me so much that I almost fell from a height of two meters.
"Stand at attention! Look to the right!"
