The emerging orphanage has been in operation for more than 30 years. Now, many orphans have entered some large institutions, so the emerging orphanage has gradually closed down.

Fang Yuan also said that he would pick him up and buy a house for him to live in, but he refused. In his words, it was: "He has buried most of his life here, and his feet are rotten on this acre of three-point ground."

Walking on the stairs, the wind blows, and autumn leaves fly everywhere.

However, Fang Yuan frowned slightly. In his impression, the old dean has always been a clean person. Even if the emerging kindergarten goes bankrupt, he will still clean the venue inside.

The more he walked inside, Fang Yuan began to feel anxious, and he used the initial fast steps to turn into a rushing.

It was fine if the outside was not cleaned, and even the surroundings where he lived were not cleaned. He saw the leaves being rolled away from a distance.

He had a premonition in his heart, a very bad premonition.

...

Fang Yuan took a few heavy photos of the old dean's room, but no one opened the door.

The old dean said before that his door would never be closed before 10 o'clock in the evening because he was afraid that they would not have a key to go home.

"No... impossible." Fang Yuan kicked open the door suddenly, and the dilapidated wooden door creaked and dispersed.

The old dean's room was very simple. The main room only had an old wooden bed and a few basins, and there was nothing else. The other two items were the kitchen and the other was the study room. It was said to be the study room, but in fact it could be placed the next desk.

Through the door frame, Fang Yuan seemed to see a thin shoulder in a gray coat sitting upright at the desk, motionless.

Fang Yuan's eyes turned red slightly, he placed the gift on the bed, muttering: "Old man, I'm here to see you again. I've put all the things on the table for you. Yang Dong and the others must have not visited you during this period.

I usually tell them to let them come and see you more..."

As he said that, Fang Yuan couldn't continue to speak. With a heavy step, he still walked to the door of the study room.

Suddenly, he suddenly collapsed on the ground, tears flowing down his cheeks with fearless urgency.

"ah…"

Fang Yuan hugged his head and let out a howl of pain. The light in his heart seemed to be extinguished all of a sudden. He felt that he was tightly wrapped in darkness. What kind of feeling is so cold and cold, so cold that it makes people feel chill.

In front of him, a figure sat upright, holding a pen in his hand, as if recording something, but the head on his shoulder was gone, leaving only one body still supporting him.

And to his left hand, there was a red envelope, which seemed to have not been opened yet...

...

At the entrance of the central hospital.

"Why!"

Fang Yuan held Yang Dong's collar, his eyes were red, and he roared hard, and then threw a punch on his face, and the latter flew out a long distance.

It seemed that his strength had become much bigger invisibly.

Yang Dong is a strong man, almost 1.8 meters tall, like Fang Yuan, with a clear edges on his face.

"Brother Dong." A girl with big waves exclaimed when she saw this, hurriedly ran over and helped Yang Dong up.

"Are you okay?" Li Rou wiped Yang Dong's bleeding mouth with some pain and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay." Yang Dong pushed Li Rou away and walked towards Fang Yuan.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan wanted to step forward and punch Yang Dong, but Li Rou stood up first and protected Yang Dong: "Fang Yuan, what are you doing! Why are you hitting him? I told him not to come to see the old dean again. Why are the old dean so good to you alone! Why are we good to him!"

Li Rou's throat was a little hoarse. She looked at the man in front of her with a complicated look in her eyes. This man used to be her favorite person.

"Yes, did you and Yang Dong grow up eating air every day?" Fang Yuan smiled anxiously, glared at Li Rou with red eyes, put his hand down, and stopped talking.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the death of the old dean had nothing to do with Yang Dong, but before they came, he had already sent the old dean into the morgue and did not allow the two to look at him for the last time.

He didn't know why he did this, maybe because he loved something, and he didn't want to share it with others at the last moment.

There was a fire in his heart now, a fire, and he needed to release it.

Originally, he reported the case at the beginning, but the person who came was Tong Qian. After coming, he directly defined this incident as a supernatural incident and sent the old man's body to the hospital for cremation.

"Ah Rou, stop talking." Yang Dong pulled Li Rou away and greeted his chest: "It's my fault. You hit me. If this happens, you can feel better, but please let me take a look at the old dean for the last time."

He and Li Rou were still working, but after receiving Fang Yuan's words, he rushed over without stopping just to meet the old dean for the last time.

"Haha, you guys go back, I won't let you see him." Fang Yuan laughed sarcastically, turned around and walked into the hospital.

"Is it okay to let me see it?" Yang Dong followed Fang Yuan into the hospital, and the poor were reluctant to leave.

No matter how Yang Dong begged, Fang Yuan was still indifferent. Then he walked to the chair beside him and sat down, and began to close his eyes to rest. He was waiting for the funeral home staff to arrive.

Yang Dong also sat beside Fang Yuan and stopped begging. He knew what kind of person Fang Yuan was.

Li Rou was also silently accompanied by Yang Dong, but her eyes occasionally glanced over Fang Yuan's face, looking worried.

...

Cold, dark.

It is the main color here.

The mortal beds were covered with white cloth, and the air conditioning filled every corner of the morgue.

On each bed was a body, some died of illness, and some were accidental, and they were all sent to a common place, the crematorium.

Suddenly, the white cloth on one of the corpses moved, and the white cloth on it fell down, and a figure sat up straight from above, but he seemed to have no head.

The morgue lights flickered and the sound of sparks that were not in contact with were crackling from time to time.

"This is the fifteenth corpse today. Why are there so many people dead during this period?" Two doctors pushed a cart and approached the morgue. One of them murmured and opened the door.

"I don't know where the plague was. I heard that hundreds of people died." Another doctor couldn't help but complain.

"Plague? Will it be contagious?" The doctor who opened the door seemed to be startled and took a few steps back, farther away from the cart.

"Don't worry, I heard from my friend that it is not contagious. Look at which courage you have, come and push it forward..." Suddenly, the doctor who was talking was stunned, his eyes staring inside.

"Don't scare me... I'm very timid..." The doctor who opened the door immediately became flustered when he saw this, and he felt a chill on his back, but the door was blocked and he couldn't run away.

The other man ignored him and still looked at him straight.

"Don't scare me..." The doctor who opened the door was already crying, and his nervous legs were a little weak.

They have not graduated yet and come to the hospital for internship in their junior year, otherwise they will not be their turn to do such work.

Another doctor heard that he was about to cry, and his serious expression began to loosen, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, but immediately the smile on his face turned into horror.

Because he suddenly saw that the doctor's head was neatly taken off by a pair of old-aged hands, and no blood was gushing out. He fell to the ground in a white coat. He saw that the old-aged hands put his head on his already empty neck...
Chapter completed!