Dressed as a white moonlight

As soon as the elevator door opened, Huang Mao rushed to the office almost collapsed: "Brother! There's a ghost!" He was panting heavily while holding the door open, his face full of tears, and his legs were still a little weak.

The muscular man picked him up like a chicken, and slapped him across the face: "Fuck your mother, I can see it clearly on the surveillance camera, where the hell is it?"

"You kid just want to be lazy!"

"how can that be……"

Playing back on the computer, there was no power outage at all. He took the flashlight and went to B3 without even going out. He just stood there and took a look, then pressed the elevator and went up again.

Even Huang Mao thought he was dreaming, but he didn't see it at all!

As if remembering something, he rushed to the old man and asked loudly: "Uncle, do you still remember the woman who was sent to the hospital before? The ghost I saw just now is her!"

The old man was smoking, pushed him aside, raised his eyelids, and filled with invisible majesty: "How many times have I taught you, we in this business must not scare ourselves."

"Okay, sixth, don't blame him. I'm just such a nephew, and I always want to promote him. Take him down to see who is pretending to be a ghost."

The burly man called the sixth child sneered, "If it wasn't for your uncle, would someone like you be worthy of this bowl of rice?"

Huang Mao kept silent. He knew the methods of these people. If he wanted to make money, he had to bow his head.

Lao Liu took out a sharp knife for shaving meat from the drawer, and put it on his waist: "If you have this thing, even real ghosts will be afraid." He grinned, showing his blackened teeth, and his eyes were full of sternness.

The two of them left the office one after the other and entered the elevator.

As soon as the man left, the old man turned on the radio to play opera, and after smoking a cigarette, he got up and took out a small red bucket from the cabinet, wrapped it into small squares with kraft paper, and tied it neatly with a rope.

He was carrying the bucket, and the keys on his waist made clinking sounds as he walked towards the morgue step by step.

After entering the elevator, Lao Liu and Huang Mao stood on each side, and the elevator slowly moved downwards.

Huang Mao muttered: "Brother, don't believe me, I really saw it just now. If you see it later, don't leave me alone."

Seeing his hopeless face, Lao Liu sneered and simply closed his eyes not to look at him.

After a while, the elevator successfully arrived at the parking lot.

The sixth child snorted coldly with disdain: "Is this the hell you said?"

Huang Mao shrank his neck, the elevator door opened slowly, and there was no one outside.

Lao Liu took out a sharp knife from his waist, held it in his hand, and wiped the surface of the knife with his fingers. His eyes were like eagles, and he took the lead out of the elevator to look around.

"No one, come out."

His voice seemed to fall into a deep lake without causing any splashes.Sensing something was wrong, Lao Liu turned his head abruptly, the elevator door was still open, but the yellow hair disappeared.

Lao Liu quickly distanced himself from the elevator, gripped the sharp knife tightly, and tentatively called out, "Huangmao, where have you been?"

The only voice in the empty parking lot was his own. He stood where he was, with sweat gradually oozing from his temples.

The situation was not right, he took out the pager, and there was only a hollow current noise in it, and there seemed to be a woman's plaintive crying in the noise.

But when he listened carefully, the voice was too weak, and soon disappeared.

"Woooo...hehe..." The woman's sobs echoed in the parking lot.

"Who is there?"

The sixth child swallowed his saliva and walked slowly to the side.Only fools would get into the elevator, and he walked quickly towards the escape stairs, trying to ignore the woman crying louder and louder behind him.

The door was not locked, he easily pushed it open, and stepped into the stairwell, the stairwell was completely dark, only the faint green of the escape sign remained.

"whee……"

Lao Liu's hairs stood on end suddenly, the voice clearly came from the stairwell!

Under the stairs where the sundries were piled up, a woman's foot was exposed.

The giggles turned into sobs of pain, and then a cry for help: "Help...help me, I'm about to give birth, can you save my...child?"

Lao Liu's face turned pale instantly, and he turned around and wanted to go out from the stairwell, but the door, which could be opened just now, seemed to be welded to death.

He hurriedly climbed up the stairs, and quickly went up the stairs against the wall, as long as he escaped from here, it would be fine.

But when he reached the corner of the stairs, a horrific scene happened——

The female ghost in white covered in blood was on all fours, but her stomach was raised high. She was struggling with her head up, and there was a sound of "dong dong" from her belly as thin as cicada wings, as if something was about to burst out.

Her neck turned 360 degrees suddenly, her white eyes were filled with blue hair, but her face was facing the sixth child, the corners of her mouth were opened stiffly, revealing her scarlet and white teeth, and she let out a "hee hee" laugh.

The female ghost climbed up the stairs quickly like a spider, and quickly approached Lao Liu. Lao Liu screamed and tried to escape with all hands and feet.

That face...he was all too familiar.

Huangmao shrank in the elevator, still holding the flashlight in his hand. The sixth child just went out to look around, why hasn't he come back now?

He tentatively called out, "Brother, where are you?"

But there was no answer.

It's over, the sixth child was definitely dragged away by the ghost.

He pressed the elevator desperately, but the elevator didn't move.

Moment dark.

The darkness was so long this time, he huddled in a corner, crying out in fright.

In the darkness, a hospital bed was pushed into an elevator.

A man asked anxiously: "Why do you want to go from here? Don't you take the emergency route? Can you help my wife quickly!"

The painful cries of the woman kept ringing in his ears, and Huang Mao seemed to be able to feel her constant breathing.

The man cried aloud, held his wife's hand tightly and comforted him: "Xiulan, hold on, the elevator will be here soon, exhale, and the pain will be gone in a while."

The elevator kept going up, then stopped, and the hospital bed was pushed out of the hospital bed, leaving him alone in the elevator.

But a moment later, a bed was pushed in again.

"I'm sorry, you came too late. Both mother and child... didn't keep it."

In the darkness, only one bed came in.

Huang Mao's eyes widened in horror. That's how he pushed that day.

There was a lot of blood, dripping continuously from the hospital bed into the elevator.

Then he dragged on for a long time.

The woman covered in a white cloth had blood oozing from her face. He was listening to music with headphones and looked at the woman's high belly with satisfaction.

But now, his eyes are gradually adapting to the darkness, and he can see clearly. The stomach is still throbbing, and the creepy sound of bones twisting can be heard in his ears.

The woman was like a stiff puppet, her arms twisted wildly, she arched her fingers and grabbed the white cloth on the hospital bed in front of him, and the stench came over her face.

After the hands come the legs, then the legs, and finally the head.

Huangmao watched numbly as the woman twisted herself into a twist, put her limbs on the bed, but still held her belly up high, maintaining the posture of giving birth.

Long loose hair hung down in front of him, and stinky blood dripped down drop after drop.

He kept repeating: "I didn't mean to hurt you...I didn't mean to..."

"Officer, you can act." Ma Wenchao sent the message immediately after seeing the elevator coming down and two people walking out of it.

The strange thing is that the two people's limbs were stiff and their faces were expressionless, like lifeless puppets. They stood outside the elevator, just looking into the distance, without any intention of looking for it.

Wu Long received the message and stood up from the chair in the hospital lobby. One second before the darkness came, he successfully entered the elevator.

Three seconds later, the elevator runs down.

He showed a satisfied smile. According to the plan, the three people guarding the morgue would not all go down to investigate, but it would be easier to operate if there was only one person.

Before getting out of the elevator, Wu Long adjusted the signal jammer, placed it by the wall, and walked carefully to the office window, but there was no one there.

He took off his shoes and walked along the wall into the corridor, one after another, the doors of the mortuary were closed tightly.

"Strange, the old man went to pick up the corpse?" After thinking about it for a second, Wu Long quickly made a decision to check Sun Wei's corpse first.

In the penultimate room at the end of the corridor, Wu Totoro dodged in like a cat and blocked the door with something.

The cabinet where Huang Juanjuan's body was originally stored has been replaced with another body, but Sun Wei's sign is still there.

It has been so long since his death, but Sun Shangjun has no intention of burying his son at all.

Wu Long pursed his lips, opened the mortuary cabinet, and put the body bag on the mortuary table.

Unzipping the zipper, the next second, Wu Long froze in place.

It's not Sun Wei!It was a completely unfamiliar man. Wu Long was inexplicable, and he unzipped the zipper completely in one go.

The man's body was thin, and the body spots on his body were already deep. He was wearing shorts and short sleeves.

Wu Long touched his body all over, but he couldn't figure out the cause of his death. There were no strangle marks on his neck, no wound on his head, and no bruises on his body.

No, there are bruises on the stomach.

It is impossible to say that it is a trace of surgery. Such a long wound cannot be caused by surgery. From the middle of the man's sternum to the lower abdomen, there are crooked suture marks like a centipede.

The body was stiff and cold, and the abdomen was hard.

Wu Long pressed with his hands, and could feel something obviously wrong.

He is a policeman, so he is naturally aware of the changes in the body after death.

Even under low-temperature preservation, the abdomen of the corpse cannot be so hard, but will have a rotten softness, like a fruit that is intact on the outside but rotten on the inside.

He wanted to take a look at the sutures.

But Ma Wenchao's delay will not be too long, he must hurry up and leave.

Wu Long packed the body with some regret, put it back into the morgue, and fled slowly against the wall.

He put on his shoes and took the elevator to leave, not forgetting to take the shielding device.

Not long after Wu Long left, the old man carrying the bucket came out of the morgue. The contents of the bucket were gone, and the belly of the female corpse on the mortuary table was torn open, and it was just parked there.

The old man smiled strangely and closed the door of the morgue again.

Humming a ditty and going back slowly.