The passage is very long, and the walls on both sides are painted with white paint. Every few meters you can see a rusty iron door with a yellowed seal on it, which seems to be old.
"I didn't really notice it the first few times I came in. This seems to be a passage for transporting corpses."
Some medical schools have special passages for transporting corpses. This special passage is usually underground. The ground is flat and convenient for carts to push. Another obvious feature is that the walls will be painted with a layer of white paint. Otherwise, there will be no other
Superfluous decoration.
"Stop looking and go to the warehouse quickly." Liu Xianxian tugged on Ma Ying's arm and entered the passage on the right with her cell phone.
On the left is the corpse warehouse, and on the right is an ordinary warehouse where various sundries and discarded equipment are placed.
The two walked along the passage for a long time. Ma Ying suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She quickly stopped and looked behind her with her mobile phone.
"Xiaoying? What's wrong with you?"
"There seems to be someone following us." Ma Ying wasn't too sure. When she listened carefully, the footsteps seemed to have disappeared again.
"Did you hear wrongly?" Liu Xianxian squeezed out an ugly smile on her face. Smiling when facing fear has become her habit.
"Let's go to the warehouse first. This passage goes straight up and down without even a place to hide."
Speeding up their pace, Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian quickly reached the first corner, where there was a scarred wooden door.
The lock was severely damaged, and various black scratches remained on the door panel. The most puzzling thing was that someone had written two words on the door - Paradise.
"It's strange. When I left last time, I clearly remembered to close the door."
The door was ajar, as if someone had entered when they left.
"Be careful." Ma Ying opened the wooden door with both hands. She stopped at the door and did not go in immediately.
This girl seemed carefree, but in reality she was careless. She picked up her phone and took a photo inside the house, scanning the rows of shelves, but found nothing unusual.
"This time we are together, don't act separately." Ma Ying took good care of Liu Xianxian and walked in front.
The teaching building has been closed for many years. It stands to reason that no one has come in for a long time, but the strange thing is that there is very little dust inside, as if someone comes in to clean it every once in a while.
Most of the sundries in the entire Hanjiang Forensic Medical College are piled here, stuffed to the brim, and there are all kinds of weird things.
There are various bottles and jars on the shelves, some of which are soaked in thick orange-red liquid, as if organ specimens had been preserved in the past.
There are many things like this. If ordinary people came in, they might be frightened and turn around and leave. However, as students of the School of Forensic Medicine, Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian did not find these things very scary.
Walking through the middle of the shelves, the inside is quite messy. There are fire extinguishers, broken copiers and computers in the corners, tables, chairs and benches are stacked together, all kinds of messy reports are stuffed in the drawers, and some broken sports equipment are thrown between the chairs.
equipment.
Walking further inside, there are costumes not used by the drama club, discarded drawing boards, easels and a lot of useless items used by the art club.
When Hanjiang Medical University moved to its new campus, most of the discarded items that were cleared out were piled here and it was filled to the brim.
"I asked the counselor at the new campus. Before Hanjiang Medical University moved, several clubs handed over things that were difficult to carry and unwilling to throw away to the school. To save trouble, the school put all those things away.
Underground warehouse." Ma Ying walked in front alone. She took her mobile phone and started rummaging through a pile of debris: "The only one in our medical school that can use sculptures is the art club. Let's focus on this area tonight.
."
After walking a few steps away, Ma Yingcai found that Liu Xianxian was still stunned: "What's wrong with you?"
"Look at that."
Liu Xianxian pointed to the computer in the corner. The plug behind the monitor was plugged into the wall socket: "When I came in last time, I found the plug plugged into the socket. I was worried that a short circuit would cause a fire, so I pulled it out on purpose.
The plug has now been inserted into the socket again."
"It seems that someone did come in. Could it be a thief?"
"The thief wouldn't be bored enough to come here to play with the computer, right? Besides, this computer was a model that was eliminated a few years ago and is probably unusable now." Liu Xianxian pressed the display switch. After a while, she was surprised.
Something happened and the display screen started normally.
There was a cold light on the screen, and the screen seemed to be stuck and could not be loaded.
"Don't worry about it. Let's look for something first. Even if someone comes in, it won't have any impact on us." Ma Ying turned around and left, running to the place where drawing boards and easels were stacked. She moved the amateurish-looking paintings to one side and looked for possibilities.
The sculpture of existence.
Liu Xianxian stood there without moving. She looked at the computer screen. She didn't know whether it was a malfunction or some other reason. The outline of a person could be faintly seen on the screen.
She leaned over in front of the screen, and the outline of the person gradually became clearer. He seemed to be a man, with a bald head and a face that was swollen than a normal person.
"Liu Xian, come help!" Ma Ying shouted, holding a heavy easel.
"Okay." Liu Xianxian casually pulled out the latch, walked to Ma Ying, and held one side of the easel.
The two of them worked together to move the easels blocking the way, and there was a wooden cabinet placed against the wall behind.
"There is probably something hidden in this cabinet." Ma Ying said and went to open the door, but as soon as her fingertips touched the cabinet door, she immediately retracted it.
"What's wrong?"
"There seems to be something stuck on it." Ma Ying rubbed her fingers, put them under her nose and smelled: "Why is there formalin on the cabinet door handle?"
There is formalin on the stairs outside, which can be interpreted as someone accidentally spilling it, but there is formalin on the cabinet door behind the easel, which is too strange.
"Is there a body of a teacher hidden in the cabinet?"
Ma Ying's heartbeat quickened and she felt her breathing was not smooth. She was mentally prepared and opened the cabinet door a crack.
Looking inside along the gap, there was no body in the cabinet, only a few paintings.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ma Ying took out the paintings, but when she saw the contents of the paintings, her heart twitched again.
The painting is somewhat abstract, depicting the scene of medical students dissecting a corpse, but the strange thing is that the painting is drawn from the perspective of the corpse.
Lying on the cold table, he looked at the tightly wrapped medical student next to him, at the knife in his hand, and finally at his own body.
The whole painting contains a special emotion, which is a kind of envy for life, envy for the delicate and elastic skin, envy for the flexible and soft limbs, envy for him to have everything, instead of lying on the test table and being at the mercy of others.