Star Trace Gate

"Squeak!"

The chair made a grinding sound and then straightened up. Ren Ye sat up straight and asked instinctively: "Is that important character a Taoist priest?"

Dad, who was talking about the plot, was stunned for a moment when he was asked: "Why are you so excited?"

"Let me ask you, is the important character you said was written to death a Taoist priest?" Ren Ye was very anxious.

"Yes, he is a Taoist priest." Dad nodded.

Ren Ye stood up suddenly and asked again: "Is the prince in the palace a piece of trash?"

"Yes." The father's expression was dull and his eyes were staring at Ren Ye.

"Is the main storyline that the old emperor dies, the two sons fight for the throne, and then the vassal king loses?" Ren Ye's voice was trembling when he said this.

"How do you know?" Dad looked surprised.

"Fuck!" Ren Ye slapped his thigh in excitement.

"Who do you want to screw with?" Dad frowned and scolded: "No matter how big or small you are."

"Quickly, show me the outline and I'll help you research it." Ren Ye immediately urged: "I think this story is very interesting... Hurry up, I want to read it."

Dad stood up slowly and adjusted his glasses habitually: "Why do you look so bad and why are you so startled? Son, is there someone in the cell who often beats you? If there really is a prison bully, we can Use the law to protect yourself, and you can blackmail him to death...!"

"No, no. Haha, it sounds interesting to me..." Ren also pushed his father's back and walked with him towards the bedroom.

The original layout of Ren Ye's home was two bedrooms and one living room, with a usable area of ​​less than 70 square meters. Many years ago, it was definitely a luxury home, but now it is a bit crowded for a family of three.

After the two children started to become sensible, it was inconvenient to live together. In addition, the father also wanted them to have an independent study space, so he dedicated his master bedroom and used some living room space. Converted two bedrooms into three bedrooms.

The rooms with good lighting and ventilation were all reserved for his son and daughter, but the father himself lived in the smallest and least sunny room. In his words, I want a bed, a bookshelf, and as long as the Internet speed is good and I can watch short movies without lag, then I can accept any working environment.

But in fact, Ren also knows that his father has been typing all the time and has a somewhat boring personality. He always turns on the light when typing during the day, and he really doesn't like places with dim lighting and small spaces. He will feel very dull and depressed.

Therefore, when Ren was in his original employer, he always dreamed of building a big house. But now the conditions for housing allocation are very harsh, and the detection of corruption is very strict... It's very untimely to just step on the horse, don't you think so?

As we all know, the rooms of homebodies have a special smell, not unpleasant, just a little salty... In this regard, the father in his fifties is no exception.

The father and son entered the room, and Ren Ye sat down on the bed and urged: "Hurry, hurry up."

Dad pulled out his seat and pulled out a stack of printed first drafts from a pile of contracts, materials, and books under the computer cabinet: "Here, take a look."

"Why is it a paper manuscript?" Ren was also a little confused.

"The cervical spine is particularly uncomfortable during this period. Sitting for a long time makes people feel stupid. It feels comfortable to lie down and read." After the father handed over the first draft, he held his chin with his left hand, played with the mouse with his right hand, and clicked on the social software.

In social software, a large number of attractive ladies’ avatars have red dots indicating unread messages in the upper right corner of their avatars. Dad only glanced at it, then showed an expression of joy and relief, and started typing on the keyboard.

After Ren Ye took a peek at his father, he sat on the bed and read the manuscript and outline. The more he read, the tighter his brows became.

……

Suhang City, in the No. 2 morgue of Qianhudao Hospital.

Under the bright light, a row of morgues reflected silver light, the two iron doors were closed tightly, and a cold air spread.

"Dong...dong...!"

Suddenly, there were several muffled sounds on the left side, as if something alive was knocking on the metal plate, which temporarily broke the silence and peace of this terminal station of life.

"Dong dong, dong...!"

The sound has not disappeared, but its frequency has become faster.

If anyone had been there at this time, they would have been scared to death on the spot, because the entire morgue on the left side was... actually shaking visibly to the naked eye.

"Boom."

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and a large drawer containing a dead body popped out without warning.

"Crash...!"

The light blue plastic sheet covering the body first made a friction sound, and then it was instantly lifted off, and a figure suddenly sat up.

Under the light, the face of the body that suddenly sat up was very clear. He was about forty years old, male. The body was well preserved and there was no trauma. There was also a tag with personal information hanging on the right ankle. The cause of death was written in the column - Heart attack.

"He" was covered in a cold chill, and there was a thin layer of frost on his eyebrows, cheeks, and a few hairs. Moreover, the limbs and torso of this corpse have obvious corpse spots.

It was quiet for less than thirty seconds. The corpse sitting on the big drawer suddenly opened its eyes. It was a little dull and distracted at first, but it soon regained its vibrancy.

After a few more seconds, the sound of heart beating resumed...

"Crack..."

He twisted his stiff neck, and there was a grinding sound in his cervical spine. He tried to look behind him with his eyes, and finally stopped at a wall where several white coats were hanging.

There was no surveillance here. He tried to support his body with his hands, slowly moved his legs, and stood down from the big drawer.

After two or three minutes of adapting, he pushed the big drawer, walked towards the wall stiffly, took off a white coat, and put it on Chi Guo's body.

"Squeak!"

The door of Morgue No. 2 was pushed open, and a man wearing a white coat walked quickly through the corridor, mumbling: "Splash, splash, touch, Buddha...ah, oh, goose." ...Ni Howl, your name is...hello...well...then...this corpse can still be used."

He flashed past the second underground floor, slipped into the stairwell with a surveillance blind spot, and actually slipped out of the hospital in broad daylight. Some people did notice that he was not wearing the right clothes and was barefoot, but after all, no one would doubt that a corpse would come out of the big box on its own.

About ten minutes later, the "corpse" stopped a taxi on the small street next to the hospital and sat in the back seat.

When the driver saw his face and clothes, he was shocked: "...What are you...what...is this happening?"

He glanced at the driver and replied calmly: "I was discovered during my lunch break... I left a little hastily."

The driver was stunned for a long time, and then he understood: "Is your wife here?"

"No, her husband is here." He replied with his arms folded in his white coat.

The driver nodded clearly, turned around and said, "Where are you going?"

He thought for a moment and replied: "The Minxing Community behind Shuangshengyuan Hotel."

"Okay." The driver pushed his watch and drove away.

"I...I don't have any money with me. Follow me upstairs to get it later. I'll give you an extra fifty."