"ah!"

Another howl came from behind, echoing in the corridor.

Turning his head, another male corpse raised his head and screamed, and his body seemed to twitch violently.

Zhao Qi and I looked at each other, and our eyes were full of horror.

Every few minutes, a corpse screamed on his back... This is completely impossible to explain by common sense.

Zhao Qi swallowed and whispered: "Xu Huo, do you think they are waiting to be tortured?"

"Are you punished?" I was shocked.

Somehow, I suddenly thought of that old photo.

The dead bodies were kneeling there, with their hands behind their backs, exactly the same posture as the three people I saw in the photo later.

The three people in the photo have lost their heads, and the corpses in front of them... don't it feel like they are waiting for execution.

No, those corpses that screamed had red marks on their necks...

I couldn't help but shivered: "The thin marks are the marks of the quick knife cutting off their neck... Someone is cutting their heads!"

"Behead?" Zhao Qi also shivered, "But their heads are still there?"

‘Maybe it wasn’t the head that was cut off.’ I said something in my heart, and felt even more and more treacherous.

I asked Zhao Qi to act carefully and stop caring about the movements behind him.

Zhao Qi nodded and hesitated for a moment. Judging from him, the problem is likely to be in the three missing bodies.

I can only be silent.

The situation of these corpses is so similar to the photos, but what does that photo mean?

Why did that man leave me the photos and keys?

The two of them finally walked through the gap between the bodies, and during this period they heard a few more screams that made people's scalp numb.

When I arrived at the morgue, I felt a little horrified when I saw the situation inside.

Seven or eight stretcher trucks were empty, and dozens of huge freezers that stored the bodies were all over the ground, as if they were violently pulled out.

"There is nothing here, what should I do now?" Zhao Qi asked.

"Go to the incineration room and have a look."

As soon as I said something, he suddenly grabbed me, pulled me to squat behind a cart, and thrust his mouth towards the door.

I took a peek and saw a boy of seven or eight years old slowly walking in.

Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief and asked me with his eyes: How could there be a child?

I whispered, "He is a ghost if his feet don't touch the ground."

Zhao Qi shivered and looked at the little devil with me in a blink of an eye.

After the little ghost came in, he walked straight to a freezer and stretched out his hands to pull one of the ice grids.

Each of the ice grids that store the corpses is two meters long, seventy or eighty centimeters wide and high, and is stainless steel. Although it has slide rails, the weight is not something he can pull away by a little ghost.

This was the first time Zhao Qi actually saw a ghost. Seeing the little ghost struggling to pull Bingge, he couldn't help looking at me with a tangled look.

I'm even more confused than him...

When I first saw the little ghost, I thought someone used the little ghost to move the corpse. Now it seems that this is an ordinary little ghost and has no resentment power at all.

What exactly does he want to do this?

The little devil tried his best but failed to pull out the ice grid. He was so anxious that he started to cry.

Seeing this scene, I felt both weird and a little uncontrollably.

Zhao Qi whispered: "You should save this child quickly, I can't stand it anymore."

I thought about it, shook my head, took out the ashes from the bottom of the pot from my bag, and asked him to apply it on my forehead, and I also applied it.

I closed my breath, stood up, tiptoed over, reached out to hold Bingge's hand, and pulled it hard.

The ice grid made a jerky sound, and was pulled halfway.

The little ghost burst into tears and smiled, wiped his eyes, and jumped in.

As soon as I retreated to Zhao Qi, I heard Binggeli make a "Gababababababababababa", like the sound of ice cubes shattering.

After a while, I saw the child crawling out from inside.

Zhao Qi subconsciously covered his mouth and looked at the scene in front of him in horror.

I was also shocked.

What crawled out of the ice garrison was no longer the little ghost just now, but a frozen corpse with a broken body!

The corpse crawled out of the hanging ice grid, fell to the ground with a "splash", and got up stiffly, walking towards the door with stiff steps.

"This kid...what does he want to do?" Zhao Qi wiped his cold sweat.

I shook my head, "I don't know, but this little ghost should be different from the ghost who moved the corpse before."

Zhao Qi asked in a low voice: "What's the difference? Haven't you seen the ghosts who moved the corpse before?"

All I can say is: "Intuition."

"Why didn't you just save this child?"

"If you want to find out the truth, you may have to rely on this little devil." I waved my hand and "follow him."

I originally wanted to use my vagina to find clues, but I found that whenever the corpse screamed, a single electric shock would come from my chest.

After entering the morgue, this reaction disappeared.

Although this little devil's clumsy actions are heartbreaking, they can't be said to be, so I can only use him for a while.

The child's body was walking forward step by step on tiptoe, looking very difficult.

Zhao Qi and I followed him gently behind us and returned to the corridor we passed by when we came.

The child walked behind the last kneeling corpse, but did not stop, but struggled to squeeze through the group of corpses, walked inside, and knelt down between a man and a woman.

Then he left his body, stood in front of the men and women, and watched them wipe their eyes, and began to wander back.

Zhao Qi and I both wiped the bottom of the pot, and this little devil shouldn't be able to see us.

Passing before us, walking in the other direction.

Zhao Qi wanted to speak, but I covered his mouth.

I whispered:

"A normal little ghost is very weak and close, and your breath of yang energy may make him lose his soul."

The little ghost walked forward and actually came to the corpse burning room.

I grabbed Zhao Qi and stood at the door to watch his next move.

Unexpectedly, the little ghost walked straight to a crematorium and drilled into the open furnace!

When Zhao Qi and I ran to the front, we saw the charred furnace inside...

The little devil is missing!

"Where is the person?" Zhao Qi asked in surprise.

I pursed my lips, looked around, walked to the side, and opened the switch box.

The staff got off work and the main gate of the corpse burning room had been pulled down.

Back in front of the crematorium, Zhao Qi glared at me and said, "You don't want to get into the stove, right?"

I smiled and said, "I am worthy of being the captain of the detective police, and I have a very keen sense of touch."

"No! This is too dangerous, I don't allow you to go in!" Zhao Qi grabbed me.

I made a little effort, but didn't break free, so I had to say, "Do you still want to know the truth?"

Zhao Qi was stunned and then grabbed me tighter, "This stove is so big, I can finish it at a glance. Is it necessary to go in?"

I originally wanted to say that Shen Qing and I went to a place we didn’t know about in the rooftop of the old building in the detention center.

But thinking of his feelings for Xiao Jing, he changed his words:

"That man is my father. Although he has never raised me, I can't let his body remain. I will go in and take a look no matter what."

Zhao Qi pulled me with determination, lit my nose and said loudly:

"I can understand your personal emotions, but as a brother, I will never let you in. You know that this is unusual! What if the switch is pulled? If the power is turned on accidentally, you will be crushed to pieces and then burned into ashes by diesel! In short, I won't allow you to take risks!"

I turned cold and said, "Let me go!"

"Don't let it go!" Zhao Qi also turned cold, "Don't force me to do it."

"You try it?" An uncontrollable emotion surged in my heart, making me irritable and angry.

I didn't tell Zhao Qi that I wanted to get into the crematorium because I thought of the experience of Laolou.
To be continued...