Abigail heard what they said, paused, then suddenly pushed open a door and rushed inside. The few men behind her didn't hurry anymore upon seeing this; they strolled over leisurely.
Their lewd laughter echoed through the entire second basement level.
Today, the hospital held a medical skills competition. Everyone was called upstairs. The second basement level was completely deserted.
The perfect place for murder and robbery.
The four men wandered like cats hunting a mouse to the door of the room Abigail just entered. They saw the big word "Morgue" written above and shivered instinctively.
The leader paused for a moment, then spit viciously on the ground. "Fuck, bad luck!"
No wonder they hadn't seen anyone on this floor; it was the morgue.
"Olive, should we go in?" A timid yellow-haired guy shrank back a little and asked in a low voice.
