441 Am I Dead? My House of Horrors

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In the fleshy corridor, the organs pulsed inside the wall, various vessels crossed the ceiling, and occasionally, blood would seep through. Compared to when Chen Ge first entered the place, the world behind the door started to change like a sleeping person slowly waking up. Walking down the hall, Chen Ge heard the conversation between two people coming out of Morgue No. 7.
"I hear the experiment failed again."
"Yes, they're all dead. No one survived to leave that room. It's so scary. I hope it's never my turn."
"You wish, I predict we'll be part of the next batch. Did you realize there have been a lack of newcomers lately?"
"I did. Perhaps that's the reason the experiments are getting more frequent—something has happened outside."
"Actually, I pity that body. Loved by a madman and has to endure the torture even after death, never to acquire actual peace."
"Shush, that is not something we can discuss. Focus on the work."
Chen Ge glanced into the room—it was two monsters chatting. They had the shape of a human and face of a human, but their bodies were glued together like putty. If not for the red threads, they would have crumbled already. When Chen Ge saw the two monsters' faces, he was quite shocked.
Even though the bodies were probably an amalgamation, the faces were theirs. Chen Ge had seen them inside the room filled with pictures. Both of them were the society's victims. One of them was Patient 41's father, the middle-aged man who had tortured his child.
Chen Ge did not rush into Morgue No. 7. His brain turned—what he had seen confirmed his speculation. These two should be the general staff mentioned by Liu Zhengyi—they were formed from the lingering spirit of the society's victims and served the 'headmaster'.
From how Chen Ge viewed it, the ghost stories society was an organization with no bottom line. Even after death, they captured the victim's lingering spirit to force them into labor.
Wait a while longer. I will save all of you. Chen Ge gripped the hammer and squatted down on the corridor. He focused on Morgue No. 7 with his Yin Yang Vision. The two monsters pulled up the blood cloth covering the ground. Underneath it were plenty of cadavers. They looked like they had been transported here from outside. They placed the cadavers on the trolley, facing the door of the freezer.
"Ready, open the freezer." One of the monsters stood next to the freezer nervously. It took a deep breath, extended its arm that had plenty of sewing marks, and pulled open the lock on the freezer.
When the lock slid off, the thick door of the freezer was shoved open, and countless thick blood vessels sprung out like giant cobras. The other monster, who was experienced, immediately pushed the trolley forward. The vessels covered the cadavers like octopus tentacles and dragged the cadavers into the darkness.
"Quick close the door!"
The two monsters cooperated to close the door, but an accident happened then. One of the blood vessels slithered out from the gap and curled around one of the monsters' arm. The vessel had something like looked like a teethed orifice on its tip, and it munched the monster's arm right off.
There was the sound of slamming on the door like there was a beast trapped inside the freezer. The monster did not scream even though its arm was pulled out. In fact, it treated this like it happened daily. When the blood vessels retreated, it quickly locked the door. About ten seconds later, the morgue became quiet again, and the monsters prepared to open the second freezer. When all the cadavers were sent into the freezers, the two sighed in relief. By then, they were already fully wounded, with scars all over their bodies.
"Finally done." The two monsters left Morgue No. 7, pushing the trolley. Chen Ge followed them silently.
They sent the cadavers in real life inside the freezers, allowing the blood vessels to absorb them. Is it a way to feed the blood world? Chen Ge looked at the thick vessels above him and the blood threads that flowed through them and he got even more confused by this world.
The society discovered the 'door' five years earlier than me, and they seemed to have mastered the way of transforming the 'door'. Chen Ge glanced into the room when he passed Morgue No. 7. This place was looking less and less like a blood school and more like a blood factory. Doctor Gao is scarier than the monsters here. The man has lost his mind; there's no telling what he's thinking.
He walked forward, and there were two doctors wearing white coats arguing at the door to Morgue No. 6. Many professional terms were tossed around, and Chen Ge could not understand any of them. Doctors seemed to possess great ranking in this world—the two general staff did not dare get close to them like close proximity could be treated as an offense.
After the argument finished and the doctors left, the two monsters only dared to whisper softly to voice their disgruntlement.
"Looks like the experiment has failed again. That room has already consumed more than one hundred people."
"Actually, it's not really a failure. Didn't the body move some time ago?"
"What do you know? The body is alive, but the soul has already disappeared. The madman wants to find his wife's soul—only by combining the soul and the body can the thing be counted as a person."
"I don't know anything since it has nothing to do with me, but let's get moving. We're close to that crazy old man's place, and if we run into him, something bad is bound to happen."
"You're right. I almost forgot about that."
The two monsters shut up. When they passed Morgue No. 4, they slowed down, afraid of making any noise. However, to their surprise, an old man was just standing behind the door. When he saw someone pass, he yanked the door open.
"You two, stop right there!" The old man's voice was strict and stern. It could strike fear into people.
"Doctor Wei, are you looking for us?" The two monsters squeezed together and did not dare get too close.
"Answer my question." The old man had a pair of eagle eyes.
The monsters did not dare to say no, so they nodded unwillingly. "What do you wish to ask?"
The old man asked with confusion, "Am I dead?"
When the answer was revealed, the blood in the vessels sped up, and the organs inside the walls pulsed harder.
"You're alive of course!" The two monsters forced a smile.
"But I remember dying very clearly." The old man's brows creased, and he started to think.
One of the monsters pulled on the other, and they slowly retreated down the corridor and ran away.
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The door was open, and the old man stood beyond it—there was befuddlement in his eyes. "Am I not dead?"
Chen Ge had seen this old man before, also within Morgue No. 8. His body had been just next to Liu Zhengyi. Soaked in formalin, he had looked so peaceful, completely different from how he was now.
Looks like everyone in Morgue No. 8 retains their memory and personality. They are not affected by the blood world.
The world behind the door was filled with many negative emotions. Staying here for a long time would cause one to be assimilated into it, and only those with strongest conviction would be able to survive.
It was that way for Liu Zhengyi, whom Chen Ge had run into earlier. When he heard his student was bullied, he prepared to stand up for the student. It should be the same for this old man. Combined with what happened to Liu Zhengyi, Chen Ge understood something. Perhaps the blood world cannot assimilate them, so it forcibly controls them every few hours to make them forget certain things to preserve the order here.
Chen Ge was a calm man, and another observation appeared in his mind.
Compared to mind-controlling them, killing them should be easier, but the blood world didn't do that. There is no pity or protection here, and since they're still alive until now, this means that they serve some purpose!
The monsters referred to him as a doctor, be it Liu Zhengyi or this gentleman, they should be the best in their respective field. The owner of the door sounds like he's trying to revive someone. He kept these two doctors alive probably to aid him in completing that revival experiment.
Through the conversation of the two monsters and the clues gathered, Chen Ge came to a conclusion.
The two monsters refused to interact with the old gentleman because they were afraid of trouble, but it's different for me.
Chen Ge placed the white cat and hammer into his backpack and walked along the corridor openly.
Hearing his footsteps, the old gentleman slowly raised his head. When he saw Chen Ge, he was startled like he had seen a ghost.
I wonder how I look like in their eyes. Chen Ge walked to the old man and asked politely, "Sir, I have a few words to discuss with you—can you give me a few minutes of your time?"
"It should be lecture time now. Which class are you from?" The old gentleman glanced at Chen Ge a few more times like he was slowly getting used to the sight, and his expression returned to normal.
"Sir, I heard your conversation with the two people earlier," Chen Ge said directly. He did not plan to waste any more time.
"So what? You think I'm mad?" The old man held the door and prepared to return to his room.
"You're not mad. Actually, you're indeed dead." When Chen Ge said that, the whole corridor became quiet. He could clearly hear the sound of the blood flowing through the vessels. The old gentleman focused his gaze on Chen Ge. He did not speak but nodded slightly and allowed Chen Ge to follow him into the room. Chen Ge did what he was told. Morgue No. 4 was a small morgue. Due to wiring, Morgue No. 4 had stopped being used, and it had been turned into a sample room.
The door closed, but the old gentleman still did not say a thing. He walked to the racks that carried multiple samples. Chen Ge did not know what the old man was up to, but he still followed him silently.
The old man led Chen Ge to the inner part of the racks. "If you have something to say, we can discuss it here—this place is hidden from outside view."
Chen Ge nodded. "Sir, can you describe what I look like in your eyes?"
"Your features are placed at impossible places. The fact that you're alive is a miracle," the old man said directly.
"Then how do the surrounding walls and racks look in your eyes?"
"The walls?" The old man knew that Chen Ge was hinting at something. "They are painted white and look new."
"Do you know how they look in my eyes?" Chen Ge pointed at them. "Their surface is covered with a transparent membrane, blood vessels of varying sizes run through them, and they pulse like living organs."
Then Chen Ge pointed at his face. "The world in my eyes is the real one. I believe you've noticed that already."
The stronger one's will, the harder it was to control them behind the door. The old gentleman was this type of individual. He was not influenced by the negative emotions, and while he fought with the blood world, he slowly got tipped off to certain things.
"I know you might not be able to accept this so suddenly, but that is the truth." Chen Ge had a close watch on the old man. Once he acted strangely, Chen Ge would act quickly. "I saw you once in Morgue No. 8 at the underground morgue. Your real body is soaked inside formalin, and you look peaceful."
"You mean, I'm not only dead, but I've also donated my body to the university?" The old man tried to force himself to remember. He did remember something, but right then, things changed. Blood vessels leaked out from the walls and ground—they charged at the old gentleman all at once. Chen Ge had seen this before, so he came prepared. When they appeared, he took out his hammer and beat them off.
However, more blood came from the surrounding. There were so many of them that it was scary.
"Sir! Think about what you've done in the past! Everything you see is fake!" He protected the old man from the encroaching threat, but Chen Ge only managed that for a few seconds. There was heavy breathing from the outside corridor—'security' had been informed as well.
"What I've done in the past?" The old man's eyes glowed, but right then, the blood vessels slid past Chen Ge and attacked the old man. The man's eyes changed between red and white, his expression one of torment. Just as he was about to collapse, his body reacted like it had been programmed to do so. At the height of pain, he reached his arm into his sleeve. In the end, the old man failed to resist the control. When the blood vessels disappeared, he collapsed to the ground weakly.
"Sir?" Chen Ge squatted down to help the old man up from the ground. "Can you remember who I am?"
Holding his chest, the old man stood up from the ground. He looked at Chen Ge blankly and shook his head. Then, he appeared like he had remembered something and pulled down his sleeve. On his thin wrist, there were plenty of wounds gouged out by nails.
He looked at the latest wound and asked, "When did the new scar appear?"
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Chen Ge did not expect the old man to use this type of method to jot down the recording. When the blood vessels were crawling all over his system, when he was in the deepest depths of pain, he could still do something like this. It went to show how strong the old man's will was—much stronger than a normal man.
"Sir, you dug out these scars yourself. You can compare them to your own nails. I saw with my own eyes earlier that you used your other hand's middle and first fingers to scratch them out."
"This is my own doing? How come I have no recollection of this?"
While the two were speaking, heavy breathing came from outside the door. The monster with the empty face had arrived. The creepy face leaned on the window of the door to Morgue No. 4. Its gaze was blocked by the racks filled with samples. When it could not look into the back of the room, it sounded like it was going to barge its way in. The door shook and trembled—the monster was incredibly strong.
"Stay here, and don't move." The old man pulled down his sleeves and walked out from behind the racks. He walked to the door and pulled it open. The large monster that was sewn together from various dead bodies poked its head into the room. It had no face, and the skull was clean and shaven. It was anyone's guess how it sensed the surroundings.
"Who let you in here?" the old man demanded in a stern voice. In terms of size and frame, the old man was just half of the creature, but in terms of presence and aura, they were not even on the same level. The old man's gaze was sharp and penetrating. When he realized the monster was not moving, he raised his arm to block the monster. "This is not a place that you can enter. Get out!"
Hiding behind the racks, Chen Ge also thought this scene was quite amazing. The power level behind the two was night and day but their presence was the complete opposite. "The world in the old gentleman's eyes is probably different from mine. Perhaps in his eyes, the monster is just a normal dude with malicious intent."
The monster was blocked at the door by the old man. It seemed to have sensed Chen Ge. A large crevice appeared on its stomach and its large palm pulled out a rope filled with blood stain from behind him. The stench of blood and something else filled up the room. The monster gnashed its teeth, but the old man did not retreat. In fact, he took a step forward. He yelled at the monster, his voice rising. The two were at a standstill at the door. The stomach of the monster peeled open, and it created a sound that was similar to breathing. It was angered beyond belief, but there was nothing it could do. In the end, it left unwillingly.
When the monster disappeared down the corridor, the old man closed the door. He returned to the racks and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. "Let's continue our earlier conversation. You said that you saw me leave this wound on my arm, but how come I have no memory of it at all?"
"Sir, do you have any memory of wounds, blood vessels, and death in your mind?"
"Now that you mention it, I have been suffering from this recurring nightmare. When I close my eyes, I can see many blood lines curling around my body. I try my best to struggle, but I cannot resist being pulled into the darkness by them. After that, I wake up." The man touched the scars on his arm. "When did I leave these wounds? I cannot remember them at all."
Chen Ge told the old man what had happened earlier. However, he was only halfway through it when the organs in the wall started to react violently and the heavy breathing outside the corridor returned. With no other choice, Chen Ge had to stop.
"We'll need to wait a little longer. Now we have no means to protect ourselves, so it's pointless to reveal these things to you." Chen Ge finally understood something. If the old man remembered something important, the blood world behind the door would forcibly control him, and the monsters that were patrolling the corridor would congregate. The old man had been able to save him this time, but Chen Ge did not want to test his luck. Compared to recovering the old man's memory, removing the blood membrane was more important.
"Sir, do you have anything else that you need my help with?" Chen Ge's sudden offer confused the old gentleman. He thought about it for a long time, and his eyes eventually focused on Chen Ge. "I want you to bring me to Morgue No. 8."
"Morgue No. 8?" Chen Ge was surprised the old gentleman would make such a request. "The morgue was sealed shut by someone—why would you want to go there?"
"I can't really tell, but I have a feeling something dear to me is locked inside there. Perhaps I've been there before and left something important there."
"Do we have to enter Morgue No. 8?" Breaking the lock would require plenty of time, and that process might attract more than one monsters. In that case, they would put themselves in grave danger.
"Yes." The man nodded. He could be quite stubborn, but he was certain this was the only and last favor that he needed from Chen Ge. Entering Morgue No. 8 would be dangerous, but since Chen Ge could not find a second 'person' to help in a short amount time, he would have to do it. He knew the blood world was onto him, and if he dragged this out, it would be dangerous to him.
"Staying in this place will continue to thicken the membrane on the skin surface. There are two more unfortunate souls in the room at the central hub. If I drag this any longer, the two of them might just die from asphyxiation." Chen Ge finally nodded. "Okay, I will bring you to Morgue No. 8."
After getting the confirmation from Chen Ge, the old man's expression softened. His eyes that landed on Chen Ge filled with admiration. For some reason that he could not understand, he felt the young man was quite friendly and nice. Actually, the reason the old man felt that way was because Chen Ge was an outsider. Different from the people inside the door, there was humanity in Chen Ge. If it was Ma Wei or Li Jiu who came over, the old man might have felt even closer to them.
"The key to Morgue No. 8 should be in the headmaster's room, but it is not going to be easy to go there. I know many ways that lead there. The closest route has the most security, and the other route is more deserted, but…"
"There's no need to go through so much trouble; there is more than one way to open a door." Chen Ge assumed he only needed to complete the old man's wish to clear the blood membrane, so he did not want to make things too complicated. "You can just follow me to Morgue No. 8."
Chen Ge walked to the door and the old man reminded him with uncertainty, "Whenever I leave this room, a bad feeling forms in my heart. I don't know why, but you'd better be careful. Also, there's one other thing—we mustn't be spotted by others."
The old man seemed to have the experience of running away before. However, he could not remember what had happened then—his memory was blurry.
"Don't worry, I'll be there." Chen Ge's body only had a thin layer of blood membrane left. After completing the old man's wish, he should be able to get the full approval, and after that, he would not need to run and hide anymore.
Opening the door, Chen Ge walked out of the room. Nothing happened. However, when the old man left the room, the whole corridor shook slightly, and the organs on the wall pulsed faster.
"Let's not waste time, we'll go there directly! Quick!" The underground morgue's outer perimeter had a complicated layout because it was connected to many buildings. Chen Ge was glad that he had taken a picture of the map and memorized it in his head before he started the journey. Holding the hammer, Chen Ge weaved through the corridors to head to Morgue No. 8. The old man followed closely behind him with conviction shining in his eyes.
After the old man left the room, the blood world started to change. If before it was the calm before the storm, now, the storm was arriving. With no return route and no other choice, Chen Ge led the old man quickly through the corridors. He had done all the preparation; no matter who blocked his way, he would force his way through!
There was a strange smell in the air. The blood that flowed above their heads started to speed up. The freezers in the morgues on both sides echoed with the slamming sounds as if the cobra-like blood vessels felt hungry again. After turning another few corners, Chen Ge heard footsteps coming from the other end. He gripped the hammer tightly but did not slow down. In fact, he ran even faster.
The person at the other end of the corridor heard his running footsteps. They were more cowardly and stopped immediately. Turning the corner, Chen Ge saw two general staff that looked like a pile of decaying mud fixing the corridor. They were pushing a trolley that was filled with broken carcasses. They placed the body parts into the gaps of the walls and then used a red thread to sew them back together. The two monsters worked seriously. They did not give Chen Ge much heed, but when they saw the old man behind him, they started to worry.
"We've been discovered." Chen Ge raised the hammer to plan to silence the witnesses but was stopped by the old man. "Ignore them, these people are too cowardly to report us. If you harm them, the security will rush over immediately."
The old man then stared at the two monsters. The two creatures very tactfully turned their heads away to continue working like they could not see Chen Ge and the old man. "I have interacted with them a fair bit, so I know them well."
Chen Ge already knew these 'monsters' were quite afraid of the old man. "Sir, you must have been quite a vicious character."
"You flatter me. We should get to Morgue No. 8 first; we can continue the conversation there."
It was not looking great in the corridors. The organs in the wall started to leak blood, and the situation was quickly turning south. After a few more corridors, Chen Ge and the old man finally arrived at the entrance to Morgue No. 8. By then, the walls, floor and the blood vessels on the ceiling had started to leak blood, and the surrounding blood mist had gotten a lot thicker.
"The door is locked. How are we going to open it without a key?" The old man stood in the mist. Ever since he left the room, a headache had been following him. It felt like there was something that was trying to crawl its way out of his head.
"Leave it to me." With no other option, Chen Ge focused on the lock on the door and raised his hammer high!
BANG!
The door shook, and the shockwave caused the walls next to it to bleed. "Sure is tough."
Gritting his teeth, he smashed at the thing like his life depended on it. He aimed at the place where the door was joined to the wall. When he passed the door for the first time, he had planned to smash through the door already.
No matter how tough the door was, Chen Ge was not afraid. At most, he would knock a hole through the adjacent wall. If there was a way in, he would find it.
As Chen Ge continued to demolish the place, more blood vessels continued to pour out from the grooves on the hammer, and they made the weapon look scarier. After about ten more hits, Chen Ge realized that the blood was not just a decoration—it seemed to have a special effect. It was as if due to these blood vessels that it increased the damage effect of the hammer against anything inside the blood world.
Chen Ge had no idea how many strikes he had made. The place was chaotic, and this was different from the old man's plan. He wanted to have Chen Ge steal the key and then come over to silently open the door and retrieve the important thing that he had lost. However, Chen Ge's action was so beyond the normal realm of human actions that perhaps even the 'headmaster', who was hidden at the deepest part of the underground morgue, did not expect someone to be so crazy.
The door shook, and the lock rattled noisily. The lock was coming loose, and the scariest thing was the adjacent wall was coming loose as well. Chen Ge almost smashed his way through. Heavy breathing came from both sides of the corridors; 'security' was on their way.
"Are you done?" The old man was in a shocked state, seeing this from the back. His admiration toward Chen Ge earlier had now changed into something else.
"Soon!" Chen Ge bit on his teeth, took several steps back, and used the running start to swing the hammer one last time!
BANG!
The door of Morgue No. 8 slammed into the wall. The hammer landed on the edge of the wall, pulling off a huge chunk of flesh. The locked door was blasted through by Chen Ge. Now, the security from both sides were running at them. They were tall and large since they were made from multiple cadavers. With resentment and pain, a hole opened on their stomachs, and various arms reached out from them.
"Come in here!" Chen Ge entered Morgue No. 8 with the old man. The old man's wish had been fulfilled, and the blood membrane on Chen Ge's body started to thin. He slammed the door shut and used the hammer to block the door. "Hopefully, this can last until the blood membrane disappears…"
Chen Ge did not care much about this Morgue No. 8, but when he raised his head to look around, he was stunned. Morgue No. 8 behind the door was only slightly different from the one in the real world. There was an additional unique container made from flesh and blood in this Morgue No. 8. It was holding a man who looked around forty wearing a white coat.
"Doctor Chen‽" The man who was trapped here was Doctor Chen from Jiujiang's Children's Home. At the last minute of the trial at Coffin Village, it was this man who had chased away No. 10 of the ghost stories society. "Why is he here? Did he lose during that battle?"
When Chen Ge was thinking, something slammed heavily into the door behind him. Many arms covered with blood tried to force their way through the cracks. The two faceless monsters had arrived!
"Sir, have you found the thing you have lost? I cannot hold on much longer!" There was still a very thin layer of membrane on Chen Ge's skin. He could not rub it off no matter how hard he tried. He started to call for his employees' names, but there was still no reply.
"Don't panic." The old man walked before the many empty tubes. He finally stopped at the glass tube that carried his dead body in real life. His palm fell on the glass, and his eyes fell on the introduction that was before the glass tube.
"Wei Jiuqin, Western Jiujiang Medical University's Professor, the man who built Jiujiang's Life Science Research Center. He donated his body for the pursuit of science after he died at the age of seventy-three from lung cancer."
Reading the letters on the tube, various memories exploded in his mind. Various images of his life and research flooded his mind before the last memory fixated on the last moment of his life.
Inside the sickroom, he prepared to donate his body to the university. At the time, his children had tried to stop him, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he had written, "I'd rather they leave millions of wrong cuts on my body than make one mistake on their patients."
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Memories flooded his mind. The headache was mounting but his gaze was peaceful. Blood vessels squeezed out from the walls and ground to curl around his body. The old man did not move, still standing before the glass tube. The blood drilled into his body and pulsed under his skin. They looked like snakes travelling to his brain. Just from the look of it, Chen Ge could imagine how painful it must have been, but the old man did not even frown. Chen Ge wanted to go help the old man, but he was in a less than positive situation himself. The monsters slammed crazily into the wall, and the arms with sewing marks tried to reach into the room to grab his body.
"Sir, you have to make it!"
The blood vessels still made their way to the old man's brain, but unlike before, the old man's eyes did not get overtaken by the blood immediately. He retained his consciousness. His face was filled with popping veins; the pain was unimaginable. However, the old gentleman suffered through it, standing quietly next to the glass tube.
His not-so-tall frame stood upright like nothing in the world was going to make his body bend. The organs on the wall vibrated crazily, and the blood vessels above them expanded. The blood rushed through them, and endless blood threads leaked out.
The blood world did not expect an accident like this, and it was trying its best to fix itself. More blood came out from the corners of the room, and the place looked like hell. Compared to those blood vessels, the old man was slender and thin, like an inconspicuous rock caught in a heavy storm.
More blood curled into his body, but the old man seemed to have noticed them—no one could tell what was going through his mind then. Standing from afar, Chen Ge noticed that the old man kept his gaze on the glass tube. His body looked like it was about to be torn open by the blood vessels, but he was unfazed. His palm still on the cold glass surface, his gaze was complicated. He was yearning for life, but he was not afraid of death.
"Looks like I should be in here." The old man finally remembered everything about himself. His fists tightened, and a low growl came out from his throat. The pain and torture faded to the background, and his eyes glowed brightly.
The blood expanded his body, making him look scary, but his expression was so peaceful and kind. Other people definitely would not have expected the stern old man to have such a side to him. He moved his eyes away from the glass tube and shook his head lightly. "What are these kids up to? I donated my body not for them to prop me up like a display, how pretentious! After I'm out, I'll have to go teach them a lesson!"
With anger in his voice, the old man suffered through the endless pain and recovered all his memories. When the blood vessels realized that they could not influence the old man, they upped the ante. The whole room was shaking, and the organs in the wall and the blood vessels above them creaked open, blood dripping everywhere.
Standing in the downpour of blood, the old man maintained the same pose. It was clear that he was in great pain, but he did not surrender. If anything, there was condescension in his eyes!
The blood world and the old man's will were battling within the old man's body, a battle that could not be intervened in by outsiders. Chen Ge could not help; all he could do was block the door to prevent the security from harming the old man.
Chen Ge gritted his teeth and gave it his all. There were cracks forming on the walls next to the door, and the organs above him leaked. The surface was wrinkling, and like leaves in fall, they started to fall. The cracks on the wall widened. It did not take long for one of the security guards to poke one of his arms and head through.
Its stomach split open, and it was heaving heavily. When it saw Chen Ge, the heaving became rapid just like a glutton finding its favorite food.
BANG!
The door shook, and two monsters rammed at the door. Chen Ge was in a dire situation, and it almost reached the end for the old man as well. Due to the rapid acceleration of the organs on the walls, the blood vessels on the ceiling had expanded to their maximum size, but even so, it could not bend the old man's will. Compared to the power of the blood world, the old man was nothing. However, he had somehow managed to stop the blood world from controlling him.
His short life flashed across his mind, and the old man's eyes glimmered. The blood vessels reached their limits, and they started to crack before exploding with a snap. A rain of blood occurred in the room, and the room made of flesh started to darken. The vessels that curled around the old man lost their life, and they collapsed to the ground like died vines.
"Is that all?" The old man stepped over the dried vessels, his will as strong as diamond. When the old man forced the vessels to explode and shielded his own memory, the blood membrane on Chen Ge also disappeared. Chen Ge took a deep breath, and air thick with the stench of blood entered his nostrils. He had never felt better!
Like someone who had been submerged in water for a long time breaking through the surface, that feeling could not be put into words!
The door was slammed open, and the monsters tried to squeeze their way in. The body made from flesh and blood was pulled apart and the arms reached for Chen Ge. Seeing this, there was a smile on Chen Ge's face. He knew that, from that moment onward, he was no longer fighting alone. Activating the recorder, when the static noise appeared, Chen Ge gripped the hammer and opened the morgue's door.
"Xu Yin!" The blood red shadow appeared beside him, and Xu Yin's murderous gaze studied the monsters that approached Chen Ge. The red shirt was dripping with blood, and he flexed his arms with his knuckles cracking. There was now a third breathing sound in the corridor; the monsters had started to gather.
"Flesh and blood make up everything; nothing here is right. So, I've been living in a place like this." After the old man recovered his memory, he no longer saw the fake view. He soon understood everything after combining the memories he had before and after his death.
Walking next to Chen Ge, the old man softly reminded him, "We should leave now. I know a way out. There are too many monsters here—there's no need to fight them head on."
Moving his limbs, Chen Ge felt so refreshed after the blood membrane was shed. He looked at the monsters behind the door and had no intention of running.
"More monsters will gather; it'll be too late for us to run then." The old man was calmer.
"Don't worry, leave this to me." Chen Ge put the white cat aside and took out the comic. Then many figures appeared around him. "In terms of numbers, I don't believe I'll lose!"
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Chen Ge had felt restricted with the blood membrane covering his body. When the blood membrane burst open, he could finally move his muscles. Just in case the membrane returned, Chen Ge called out all the ghosts in the comic. It was a wave of blackness. There were people from various ages and size, and even the old man was shocked by this.
"They're all nice people." After Chen Ge told the old man that, he whispered to his employees, "That is your future coworker, so make sure you leave a good first impression."
The old man heard that as well, but he did not understand what he meant. However, the workers understood what Chen Ge meant, and their eyes that looked at the old man became different. The sudden appearance of so many people gave the security guards pause. They started to feel unnerved.
"Want to run now? It's too late! Weren't you having so much fun chasing me around earlier?" Once Chen Ge finished, the smell of blood around him thickened. Xu Yin moved his arms, and the red shirt cracked to form wounds as he pounced like a leopard.
"Go and help him." Chen Ge stood at the door to study the battle. The security guards were more powerful than the thin monster at Third Sick Hall but not by much. However, they were much harder to kill than the thin monster.
"Don't let any of them run away!" The underground morgue was a three-star scenario, and Chen Ge's own Haunted House could be counted as a three-star scenario as well, so Chen Ge had confidence. With all of the employees hungering after them, none of the three security guards managed to escape. Their ugly souls became the food for the employees. Temporarily, no one could tell the change, but if this was allowed to continue, perhaps the Haunted House might have a new Red Specter. Chen Ge knew that the chance was low, but there was no loss in trying.
After dealing with the three security guards, the blood world started to change again. The flesh on the sides started to wilt, the vessels above them burst, and the blood slid down the wall.
"Should we go now?" The old man's body shook along with the corridor.
"No need to rush, we still need to rescue a friend." Chen Ge called Xu Yin into the room and stopped before the container made from flesh. The vessels in Morgue No. 8 had been destroyed, so the surface of the container looked drabber. Chen Ge had Xu Yin open the container, and a horrible stench drifted out. Chen Ge suspected that the man might already be dead.
Blood mist rushed into the container, and the middle-aged man, who had a tense expression, suddenly peeled his eyes open. The eyes were red, and he roared like a beast. That lasted for some time before he stopped. When the man calmed down, Chen Ge pulled the blood vessels around him off and then yanked him out of the container.
Doctor Gao and Doctor Chen were childhood friends and fell in love with the same girl. They're also both psychologists, but their lives are so different.
Rescued from the container, Doctor Chen's eyes slowly returned to normal, and Chen Ge's shadow reflected in his gaze. After he got a clear view of Chen Ge's face, he shivered slightly but slowly returned to normal.
Chen Ge caught all of those details. He squatted down next to Doctor Chen and asked, "Doctor Chen, are you that surprised to see me?"
After some time, Doctor Chen croaked out the reply. "I thought this looked familiar, and they keep calling me Doctor Chen, but my surname is not Chen."
"Then, why do you call yourself Doctor Chen?" Chen Ge thought this man was rather amusing. Doctor Chen did not reply. He held the broken container and slowly stood up. Throughout the whole process, he kept his eyes on Chen Ge's face, and this made Chen Ge feel rather uncomfortable.
Chen Ge did not dare lower his guard around this Doctor Chen. Doctor Gao should be the door-pusher for the underground morgue and had probably controlled the door for more than six years. He had many ghosts and bodies. Under such circumstances, Doctor Chen had managed to fight Doctor Gao to a draw—this man was not to be underestimated either.
"The reason I call myself Doctor Chen is to complete someone's favor. They want me to use this surname to do something in Western Jiujiang." Doctor Chen's body was weak. He had trouble even standing. After a pause, he added, "That man has the surname Chen too."
Hearing this, Chen Ge knew something was up. However, no matter how hard he pushed, Doctor Chen had nothing else to say. Chen Ge did not force Doctor Chen; he did not like to force people. "It's fine if you don't want to share, but I will escort you out safely."
There was still an arrest warrant out on Doctor Chen due to 'kidnapping' children. He definitely would not have been to escape in his state, so Chen Ge planned to drop him at the Haunted House after they left this world. After Doctor Chen recovered, he could leave then. Having Ol' Zhou support Doctor Chen, Chen Ge collected the ghosts that had no combat ability back into the comic, and a space immediately opened up.
"Sir, you know the way to the headmaster's office, yes? Let's go there now." Chen Ge raised the hammer and looked different from before.
The old man did not get it. "Why are we still going there when the door is already open? We don't need the key anymore."
"It hasn't been easy for us to get here, so how can we return empty-handed?" Chen Ge's face had a smile that the old man did not quite understand. "You just need to tell me what kind of monsters we might face and what to be cautious of."
"Don't be rash. I've remembered many things. This place is more dangerous than you think." The old man was worried about Chen Ge's safety.
"I know it's dangerous here, but this is something I have to do." Chen Ge put away his smile and looked down the wandering path. "The blood world has entrapped more than you, Doctor Wei. I can't just leave them here."
He tried to brush up the old man's good impression of him. After hearing that, the old man nodded. "Okay, I'll lead the way."
"Thank you, sir."
"You have to be prepared. The deeper we go, the more dangerous it gets. There are things scarier than that security monster." The old man thought about it. "This place is similar to the underground morgue. The bodies here can be separated into two types—one is like me, who volunteered their body, and the other type consists of criminals on death row that were purchased from alternative channels. The second type are harmful and dangerous."
"Can you tell me in more detail?"
"The faceless monsters you saw earlier are the death row inmates. After the gunfire, the bullets shattered the skull and exploded inside the brain. They were already carrying resentment, but normally, they are put into their place by people like us. However, in this world where negative emotions fester, they become even crazier and more uncontrollable."
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