"I was suddenly woken up by a nurse last night. A bunch of doctors and nurses rushed in with various instruments, right next to me. You know, it's just that kind of electric shock, the pacemaker is still called? I blew a few times and got a few injections. After a while, I saw that there was no movement, the doctor said it was helpless. Then the family came to cry, and then the girl's body was pushed away. At this moment, the girl might have been sent to the crematorium."

"I bought a watch last year!" I cursed in my heart, "This tm is so beautiful, and he is jealous of beauty! Such a beautiful person is actually about to bloom his youth and enjoy all the beautiful things brought by life, and he dies!"

Li Haibo poked me with his finger: "What's wrong? Handsome guy, are you okay?"

"Handsome guy" is a teasing name between our best friends. When I hear this word, I have to punch it, but at this moment I can't help but think of the girl's face, and the expression slightly frowning between my eyebrows. It's so pitiful, and my eyes suddenly turn red.

Li Haibo stood up, as if his legs were still hurt a little. His body tilted, he held my shoulders on my shoulders, and said, "You boy, you always feel bored when you meet a beautiful woman in the past. I didn't expect that you fell in love with you here at first sight! Look at you so cowardly, okay, a girl you have met once, will be fine if you feel sad."

I nodded and said to Li Haibo, "Sit down first, I'll go and say a message to you."

After saying that, I helped Li Haibo sit down, and I walked to the end of the bed where the girl lay, looked at the bed, bent down and bowed. Then, I calmed down and helped Li Haibo out of the ward.

On the way out of the hospital, I kept looking around.

What Li Haibo didn't know was that the machine used by the doctor to rescue the girl was not called a pacemaker, but a defibrillator. The injections of the few injections and venous drips were to open the venous pathway, and the direct injection of first aid drugs such as dopamine and adrenaline should be directly injected.

What Li Haibo didn't know was that this girl must have not been sent to the crematorium yet, but was in the morgue of the hospital. After a person passed away, the body was rarely cremated immediately, but was parked in the morgue for two or three days. On the one hand, it was to give enough time for relatives to arrange funerals, and to ensure that the deceased would not suddenly be resurrected, and then it was sent to the crematorium. Of course, sometimes the deceased's identity is unknown and the cause of death is unknown. The family's autopsy or DNA fingerprint analysis is required, or forensic doctors can further autopsy, and the body will be parked in the morgue for a longer time.

What Li Haibo didn't know was that when I bent down and bowed, I did not just greet the beautiful flower that had disappeared before it bloomed, but also to take a sneak peek at the medical record list hanging at the end of the bed, her name and bed number. Her name and bed number will be marked on the morgue storage cabinet.

The reason I know this is because I once took forensics classes in law school. The teacher once took students from one of our classes to the morgue and dissected the body in front of us. After that, I didn’t eat for three days and wanted to vomit when I saw the meat.

However, after hearing the news of the girl's death, I made a secret decision.

I want to go to the morgue and look at her again.

This idea is so evil, but I can't control myself.

I can't forget her face, even if I just look at her again, I'm willing to pay the price.

What I can't forget is:

Name - Xiao Luqi.

Age - 19 years old.

Cause of death - cardiac arrest.

Bed number—8033542.

It happened to be Saturday. After I sent Li Haibo home, I returned to the gate of my community. Instead of walking in, I walked around the block, ate a meal of Shandong dumplings in various small shops, and bought some things.

I returned to my room and threw the plastic bag on the sofa. I also sat on the sofa, tilted my body and started to tidy up the things inside.

Let me introduce my little nest first. In order to save money, I rented a large one-bedroom old house. The so-called old house is usually a house before 1998, which does not exceed 6 floors. For the sake of quietness, I lived on the 6th floor. The first floor is usually 2 or 3 households, and the room is not big and very cramped. The corridors and rooms are generally old. The surrounding neighbors are all elderly people, and one person walks downstairs from time to time, and then a crying sound sounds all night, making you unable to sleep. The so-called large one-bedroom is that the bedroom room is larger than a simple one-bedroom house. A partition wall with steel bars and keels divides a bedroom into a small living room, and a sofa is placed.

My kitchen is not alone, and it is connected to the living room. Although my long-term single life forced me to learn how to cook, I rarely cooked it because the landlord refused to buy me a refrigerator, and the vegetables and meat could not be preserved. Although I mentioned it to him a few times, he always refused it. I gave up.

I took out a pair of medical plastic gloves from the plastic bag, unpacked the packaging and smelled it. It didn't have the kind of rubber smell, it was very thin, and I basically didn't feel much after wearing it. Most of the gloves were worn by the doctor when the patient was checking the patient's throat or chrysanthemum. For doctors, there is really no difference between these two holes in the human body except for one purchase and the other shipped.

Then I took out a bulging package, which was a raincoat, a very thick type. There was also a pack of masks. It was blue and had wrinkles on it. I put the mask, raincoat and gloves on the handrail of the sofa together.

Then there were two LED flashlights, which were very powerful. They both turned on and tried, and the effect was good. Turn it off and put it aside.

At the bottom of the plastic bag is a shower cap, a pencil, a pair of pliers and three ear-clearing spoons. The handle is very thin, but the material is very strong.

After taking out the thing, I thought there was nothing else needed, so I picked up the fruit knife and started to sharpen the pencil. Then I used pliers to make a plastic surgery on the ear digger, found a pair of scissors, and cut two holes into the raincoat.

After doing all this, I stood on the windowsill, took a few deep breaths, packed up my things, and went downstairs.

When I arrived at the Chest Hospital, it was still early and there was no get off work here.

This hospital is not big, and it may not have a morgue for ordinary community hospitals and small-scale hospitals. It may not be a morgue. If you can't treat it, you will send the patient to a large hospital. But when it comes to treating the things in the chest, the chest hospital is a well-known hospital in Shanghai. In the chest, the heart and the lungs are all important things. If it is not good, it will cause life.

If you are famous, there will be more people coming. If you are dead, there will be more people who die.

Therefore, there must be morgues here, and it is not difficult to find. Morgues are usually in the basement of the hospital building or in the isolated bungalow next to it. I walked around the building and found no strange bungalows, so I concluded that the basement was the only possibility.

When I walked into the hall, I found a seat in the corner to sit down, pretended to be careless and patrolled, identified the position of the camera, then stood up, walked carefully, and tried to avoid being photographed continuously by the camera.

I found two stairs with safety passages and returned. When I found the third stair, I walked in without hesitation.

Because the disinfectant smells particularly strong in this staircase. The morgue is mostly below.

Obviously, there are few people walking in this corridor. The lights are not on. As soon as I walk in, I feel solemn and goosebumps. But I have a reason to have to walk the stairs. Because generally speaking, if someone dies in the rescue room or ward, they will directly use the bed carrying the corpse to pull the elevator to the morgue in the basement. But no one is willing to take the same elevator as the corpse, so the elevator that transports the corpse is independent. If I, a non-staff, take that elevator, will definitely attract attention and be faithfully recorded by the camera - there are cameras in the elevators in the building, and there are basically no safe passages.

However, there may be fire in the morgue. Once a fire occurs, the elevator will not be used. To put out the fire, you must go through the safe passage, which is where I am now walking.

There was no light, and after walking a few steps down, I couldn't see my fingers. I took out a flashlight from my pocket and groped and continued to walk down.

Tick, tick... As I moved downward, a creepy dripping sound rang out.

I warned myself not to be afraid. This sound is made by disinfectant water. There are strict disinfection requirements in the morgue. In order to ensure the quality of disinfection, many hospitals set up several sinks, with jars filled with disinfectant water above, connected to infusion tubes, and set the flow rate. In this way, the disinfectant water can be dripped into the sink continuously, purifying the breath of the corpse that has been in the morgue.

But no matter how I comfort myself, this monotonous sound made my nerves tense.

I was in an undergraduate school and was nicknamed "Sanatorium". The courses were not tight, the exams were not too difficult, it was not difficult to graduate, and it was difficult not to graduate. So the students were very idle. I was a little interested in anything strange, but I was really curious and learned to unlock the lock.

The stairs turned a corner and continued down. Below the corner, the eternal light indicated by the safety passage emitted a faint green light. It was very light. As soon as the light broke out of the lampshade, it was swallowed by endless darkness. The little green in the darkness made me numb and sweat all over.

If there was another whimpering sound at this time, I would definitely pee my pants on the spot.

Continue to grop down and finally come to an iron gate. An ancient lock hung on it.

Same as expected.

I took out the shower cap and gloves from my backpack and put them on. In this way, I would not leave any fingerprints or hair, which became evidence to identify me. Then I touched the three ear-cleaning spoons in the exit pocket, held up the lock, took a deep breath and calmed down, trying to keep myself from being disturbed by the sound of the dripping water, and began to tinker.
Chapter completed!