It took several days for Fatty to finally transport all the required materials back to Flowing Fire Avenue.
On the quiet Liuhuo Avenue, the sound of clanging iron was soon heard.
When they had nothing to do, Fatty and the others would gather curiously outside the blacksmith shop, carrying a maza, chatting, and watching Zhao Hu forge with a serious and very skillful expression.
Blacksmith shops in other places are often unbearably hot, but this blacksmith shop not only does not feel hot, but also has waves of coolness.
That's because Zhao Hu does not use ordinary flames for forging, but uses corpse fire that is extremely dark and cold.
Corpse fire doesn't emit any heat, but strangely it can melt metal very quickly.
This kind of faint blue flame also makes Zhao Hu's blacksmithing work very ornamental.
Every time the hammer falls, blue sparks fly, like gorgeous fireworks.
In the past few days, Zhao Xue has gradually adapted to her new identity. She can often be seen on Liuhuo Avenue wearing a slim-fitting robe with a black bird pattern. She records the location of each store in detail and labels it with a number.
In this way, it will be easier to manage as the number of stores increases in the future.
At the same time, in the middle of Liuhuo Avenue, outside the gate of the polling bureau, three pillars more than one meter high were curling up with fragrant green smoke.
Feng Yunzheng fulfilled his previous promise and burned incense for three days in a row to express his gratitude to the boy who summoned his soul.
Whenever tourists pass by, they will look at it curiously. They don’t know where the polling bureau is or what the meaning of burning incense is.
But fortunately, Liuhuo Avenue is still deserted with very few passers-by, so the polling bureau has not attracted any attention since its establishment here.
Of course, as tourists increase in the future and the place becomes increasingly prosperous, the headquarters of the Polling Bureau will be hidden and will not be easily seen by ordinary people.
While Zhao Xue was carefully recording, she accidentally noticed Brother Flathead walking leisurely by with his hands behind his back, which made Zhao Xue feel a little confused:
"Brother Flathead, shouldn't you be teaching in the martial arts gym at this time? Why do you have time to hang out today?"
Hearing this, Brother Pingtou scratched his head impatiently:
"Don't mention it, this won't be easy.
There are always only a few students and I can't recruit new ones, which makes me worried.
There are not many people in this place. My hands hurt when I hand out leaflets every day, but there are still only a few people here. "
Just when Brother Pingtou was complaining, the fat man who was standing at the door of the blacksmith shop watching the excitement came over eating melon seeds:
"Ping Tou, don't blame the rough road for your inability. You have to stand still.
It's almost the end of the month, rent and loan must not be less, do you hear me? "
"I know!"
The flat-headed brother seemed to get angry when he saw the fat man. He stared at his round eyes and said angrily:
"I'm not thinking of a solution, I just want to urge you!"
Zhao Xue smiled gently, and the shallow dimples on her face looked particularly gentle:
"Brother Flathead, don't worry. The director has asked me to help manage the Flowing Fire Avenue. I will also help you find a solution for your problems.
Having said that, why don't you try to cooperate with Zhao Hu?
All the weapons your martial arts gym needs can be ordered by Zhao Hu. Can you just share them with Zhao Hu when the time comes? "
Hearing this, Brother Pingtou was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he smacked his mouth, then nodded in hindsight:
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"
While muttering, Brother Flathead walked towards his martial arts studio. Judging from his posture, he was indeed thinking about Zhao Xue's proposal.
As for Zhao Hu, he naturally has nothing to worry about anymore. He seems to pay no attention to anything except blacksmithing every day.
Fatty and others talked to Zhao Hu while watching the fun, but Zhao Hu didn't respond at all.
Only when Zhao Xue comes to talk, Zhao Hu will appear more enthusiastic.
This made the fat man couldn't help but sigh. Zhao Hu just looked stupid, but in fact he could tell the difference clearly. He would be enthusiastic towards anyone who cared about him.
However, this also confirmed Feng Yun's wisdom in choosing Zhao Xue. Sister Zhao is indeed very suitable for this job.
Whether it's the grumpy Flathead Brother or the silly Zhao Hu, Zhao Xue can always find a suitable way to communicate.
This makes Fatty and others admire him. After all, Flathead Brother is a warmonger. Anyone who talks to him will choke on his words, and even one more look at him will make him want to fight.
Before Zhao Xue came, Brother Pingtou couldn't communicate well with anyone except Director Feng Yun.
But after Zhao Xue came, she was able to get along well with Brother Pingtou, and even made a casual suggestion that made Brother Pingtou think seriously.
In addition, Zhao Xue is also very dedicated to his job.
In her spare time, she was thinking about how to better manage this avenue of fire, and even wrote many dense notes about this.
The case on Xiheli Road is over, and the team members finally have a short vacation.
During this period, in order to balance work and rest, Feng Yun did not set up many training courses for them. Except for the individual training of Ma Ling'er, he spent most of his time explaining folk knowledge and ancient folk methods to a few people.
Only by laying a good foundation for them can we carry out subsequent training in 'Hell Mode'!
But it is still too early, their foundation is too weak, and the hell level cannot bear it for the time being.
The reason why Ma Linger was given separate training was to help her catch up with Fatty and Yan Qilin's level as soon as possible.
Ma Ling'er deserves to be a descendant of the Ma family. Although she has never heard of many of the ancient methods of the Ma family, her talent is quite good.
"Those who are facing a battle must march forward in formation..."
Ma Ling'er can always be seen practicing hand seals on the training ground. Through the last action, Ma Ling'er also realized the difference in strength between them, so she trained harder.
On this avenue of flowing fire, the days were peaceful and calm, and everything seemed peaceful, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.
As the construction of Xiheli Road continues to advance, the citizens have gradually forgotten the strange things that happened here before. Occasionally, someone mentions it after dinner, but it is just a joke.
Time and firewood, rice, oil and salt, in this bustling city with red lights and feasting, have finally smoothed out all the troubles...
Zhu Zhu and the two soldiers who had been living in the hospital had completed their last comprehensive physical examination a few days ago and were determined to have no physical problems. They were then sent to the mental rehabilitation hospital in the next door "High-tech City" for final treatment. You can be discharged from the hospital after a professional mental examination to confirm that your mental health is fine.
On this afternoon, Gaoxin City Psychiatric Rehabilitation Hospital.
The three of them completed multiple days of examinations, and were completely confirmed to have recovered. Even their dazed spirits were restored to their original state, and they were finally discharged from the hospital.
The two soldiers quickly returned to the Yanjun Military Mansion after being discharged from the hospital. Zhuzi stood at the door of the hospital as if it was a world away, looking up at the dazzling sunlight.
His figure gradually disappeared among the crowd, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Everything he had experienced before was hidden deep in his heart by Zhu Zhu.
Including those people who suddenly appeared in the hospital and claimed to be from the polling bureau.
There are many unanswered doubts in Zhuzi's heart, but for him now, these doubts are no longer that important...
The departure of the three people actually caused certain disturbances to the Gaoxin City Psychiatric Rehabilitation Hospital.
For example, at night, two nurses on the night shift were passing the time chatting, talking about Zhu Zhu and others who had just been discharged from the hospital today.
"Sister Wang, hey, I heard that the three people in the intensive care unit were discharged from the hospital today?"
"Yes, Expert Liu and the others conducted brain examinations on those three people for several days. They confirmed that there were no problems and they were definitely discharged from the hospital."
After hearing this, the younger nurse curiously asked:
"Then have you found out why you were unconscious at that time, and it was such a weird coma?"
The nurse named Sister Wang had been in contact with Lin'an City Hospital a lot in the past few days, so she also learned some rumors. She looked around to make sure no one noticed them, and then she lowered her voice and said:
"This is very strange.
It is said that half a month ago, they suddenly fell into a coma at the construction site on Xiheli Road and could not wake up despite treatment. Later, several mysterious people came and did not know what they were doing in the ward, but these people actually woke up.
Later, someone went to clean the ward, and there were incense ashes all over the floor, as if someone had burned incense here. "
"ah?"
The little nurse said in surprise:
"Is it so evil?"
"We shouldn't have to worry about these things in the first place. Who can say for sure about some things?
Not long ago, strange things happened all the time at the Xiheli Road construction site, but now the world is at peace. "
"Tell me, Sister Wang, are there really ghosts, gods, etc. in this world? Why do I feel more and more evil the more I hear about them?"
Sister Wang said earnestly:
"I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist..."
The two of them talked very quietly, and in the silent hospital corridor, only whispers could be heard.
It was already late at night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It was already ten o'clock in the morning.
The hospital was finally no longer crowded.
The outpatient department was dimly lit, and the doctor on duty was drowsy.
This is a rare moment of silence in the hospital. Most of the time, the place is full of hurried figures.
The entire building is eighteen floors high, and each department has a clear division of labor. The inpatient department above the fifteenth floor is even more overcrowded at this time, and many patients can only have one bed in the corridor.
The eighteenth floor of this building is overcrowded almost every day, but few people set foot on the second underground floor of this building.
Because here, there is only one solitary department: the morgue
At this time, in the dim corridor leading to the morgue on the third underground floor, a man who looked to be in his 60s was returning to his workshop of more than ten square meters with a thermos cup filled with tea.
He is the gatekeeper of this morgue, and he is also guarding the last door in the world.
The dim and pale light overhead flickered on and off due to unstable wiring.
The light can barely illuminate the narrow corridor, but it just gives people an inexplicable sense of depression.
Next to the workroom is the large iron door of the morgue. On the yellow sign above the iron door, there are three large characters "morgue" written on it.
The gatekeeper has been working here for more than ten years. He is childless and has an eccentric personality. He seems to prefer dealing with these mute corpses.
The gatekeeper's surname was Wu, and the doctors who were familiar with him called him Old Man Wu.
This kind of work often faces the dilemma of recruiting people, so the only people willing to do it are the elderly who have retired and have nothing else to do.
Since Old Man Wu is a bachelor, this job is simply a good job for him.
He doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to look at the display screen set up in the workroom from time to time.
Through monitoring in the morgue, you can ensure that no one enters it or removes the body without his knowledge.
After returning to his workstation, Old Man Wu sat on a chair, picked up a newspaper that he had read countless times, and began to kill time.
The hands of the clock on the wall were gradually approaching midnight, and the old-fashioned radio placed on the wooden table had few channels still on.
In this room, apart from the wooden table with the monitor screen, there is only a wooden bed at the back.
Although the conditions were a bit crude, Old Man Wu was enjoying it.
Not many people come to this place during the day, let alone in the middle of the night.
Therefore, there was silence all around, except for the unknown opera still playing on the old radio.
Old man Wu was drowsy as he sat on his chair. The lights in the corridor flickered on and off, and paired with the babbling opera accent, there was always an indescribable feeling of eeriness.
"Boom!"
At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound of knocking. Old man Wu was so frightened that he sat up straight.
What's going on?
Like someone's knocking on the door?
Old man Wu looked through the window in shock at the corridor outside. There was no doctor coming to deliver the body.
The elevator door at the end of the corridor had not been opened, but Old Man Wu could clearly hear the sound just now.
"Zi...Zi..."
Just when Old Man Wu was thinking about whether he heard it wrong just now, he suddenly found that the monitoring screen started to flash and then turned black after a few seconds.
"It's weird..."
Old man Wu muttered, then stood up, picked up the key hanging on the wall, and prepared to open the door of the morgue and go in to see if the surveillance system was broken.
When Old Man Wu went to open the door, he didn't notice that the originally black surveillance screen turned on again after a few seconds.
It's just that it seems to have been severely disturbed, and the picture has been very unstable.
Soon, Old Man Wu skillfully picked up the key hanging on the wall and came to the iron door step by step. The sound of footsteps was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.
With the sound of the key turning and the sound of rust and friction on the iron door, the iron door of the morgue was slowly opened a gap.
Old man Wu walked sideways into the door and touched the switch on the wall next to him.
"Snapped!"
The lamp cooled down, the darkness faded, and the lamp above the head became white.
Five or six morgue beds were neatly arranged, with corpses covered with white cloth on them.
On one side of the wall is a row of morgues. Most of the corpses stored here are long-term corpses that require cryogenic preservation.
Many of them have reached the deadline. If no one comes to claim them, they will be sent to the crematorium to be burned.
Old Man Wu, who was used to seeing this kind of thing, had looked away, so even though he was in a morgue full of corpses, he didn't feel scared until...
"Dong dong dong..."
The weird sound came again, which seemed particularly harsh in this silent environment.
Old Man Wu immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from. There, there was a strange sound coming from the freezer where the body was stored, as if someone was knocking inside...
And as the sound sounded, a gap was slowly pushed out.
A chill came from behind, and Old Man Wu's eyes widened.
The light above the head began to flicker on and off, lasting for a few seconds before going out...
Darkness enveloped the entire morgue, and tiny sounds from within the morgue were heard in the silent corridor.
Bang, bang, bang——
It seemed to be the sound of walking.
"ah!"
Immediately afterwards, Old Man Wu's heart-rending scream came, full of fear.
The old radio in the workshop was still babbling and singing opera.
It’s just that the sound becomes more and more desolate the more I listen to it...
…
At dawn the next day, a doctor came to the third underground floor, preparing to retrieve information on a corpse.
But when he stepped out of the elevator, he quickly noticed that the morgue door, which should have been closed, was now wide open.
"Old Wu, Old Wu?"
He kept calling Old Man Wu, but he didn't get any response.
It is clearly stated in the work rules that the morgue door must be searched at all times and entry and exit must be registered, so this is a very serious violation of discipline.
Some people frowned in confusion. Old Wu has been working here for many years, but he has never made such a mistake.
Did something happen?
While guessing, the doctor came to the workstation and found that there was no old man Wu in the room.
A little uneasiness enveloped the doctor's mind, and he hurriedly walked towards the morgue on the fourth floor of Dachang.
However, when he stepped into this cold room, he saw a vague figure lying on the ground.
"Old Wu? Is that you?"
There was an inexplicable coldness in the whole room, which was completely different from the usual low-temperature environment in the morgue.
As the doctor walked forward, he subconsciously touched his neck. He always felt a cool breeze, and then poured it into his collar.
Since there are no windows on all sides of the morgue, even if the lights are not turned on during the day, it is impossible to see anything here.
The doctor used his memory to find the switch on the wall and pressed it gently.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound came, and the whole room was quickly illuminated by lights.
But the next second, the doctor's face was full of fear, and he froze on the spot.
I saw that all the beds where corpses were placed in the morgue were empty at this time.
The cloth that was supposed to cover the body was scattered on the ground.
Old man Wu was also lying on the ground at this moment, with his back facing the direction of the door.
The doctor suppressed the fear in his heart, came to Old Man Wu's side with difficulty, and gently touched his shoulder.
Old man Wu, who was originally lying on his side, turned around helplessly because of the doctor's move.
"ah!"
The doctor soon fell to the ground and looked at the old man Wu in front of him with a pale face.
I saw that old man Wu's face was ashen, and he stared at a pair of big eyes, but only the whites of his eyes were visible.
The distorted face formed by extreme fear was fixed on his face at the moment of coma.
This matter soon alerted the hospital's senior officials, and Old Man Wu was sent for examination immediately.
More doctors came here. In the empty morgue, all the morgue cabinet doors were wide open and body bags were scattered on the floor.
What's even more strange is that these body bags are in pieces, as if they have been torn apart by violence.
There were ten new and old corpses parked here, but they disappeared overnight.
After such a serious accident, the hospital naturally did not dare to delay too much and called Tixing Division as soon as possible.
The call made from the High-Tech City Hospital naturally meant that the nearest High-tech City Hospital was responsible for handling the case.
"What? The body is missing?"
This case was also immediately transferred to the serious crime team.
The team leader Chen Shengdong is a capable officer sent from the Tixing Division in Dongshan Prefecture in recent years. He is very familiar with Lin Feng from the Tixing Division in Lin'an City next door. The two have been competing overtly and covertly in solving the case.
After learning about this, Chen Shengdong's first reaction was that there are still people stealing corpses these days?
Compared with Lin Feng's case-handling style, Chen Shengdong is more inclined to details and always shows extraordinary meticulousness in mind.
Now that he has learned about this matter, Chen Shengdong naturally has to rush to the scene to investigate as soon as possible.
He and his team members quickly arrived at the hospital's morgue, but at this time the morgue was empty, and all the bodies were gone as said on the phone.
Chen Shengdong frowned and glanced around, and his eyes soon fell on the blind camera on the wall.
"Take me to see the surveillance!"
With the surveillance around, Chen Shengdong didn't think too much about other places. He just thought that as long as he looked at the surveillance, everything would be revealed.
Sitting in front of the surveillance screen, Chen Shengdong skillfully adjusted the time of the surveillance screen back to last night and started to speed up the playback.
In the surveillance footage, there were at least eight or nine corpses placed in the morgue, and nothing seemed abnormal.
The time on the surveillance camera was approaching twelve o'clock. At this moment, the originally good video picture suddenly fell into darkness.
"what happened?"
When Chen Shengdong was about to check whether there was something wrong with the display screen, the surveillance screen returned to normal again, and he could see that the door of the morgue was pushed open through a gap.
Old Man Wu's figure appeared in the surveillance, and everything seemed to be normal now.
Chen Shengdong frowned, subconsciously touching his chin with his right hand, and looked at the surveillance screen in front of him in confusion.
Old Man Wu seemed to have heard something, and he had been carefully checking around after he walked in. What no one expected was that just when Old Man Wu went to check the body placed inside...
The body lying on the bed closest to the door sat up silently.
"Snapped!"
At this point in the surveillance screen, the screen is completely black!
(End of chapter)
