Requiem Chapter 44: Elevator Horror
He quickly got up, put on his clothes, and hurried out of the room to go to the funeral home.
When passing by Tang Yan's room, Yin Hui hesitated whether to wake Tang Yan up. But then he thought about it and decided to let them have a good rest! After all, they had encountered too many things today. If they were stimulated a little more, they might really collapse.
When he came out of the room, a cool breeze blew outside, giving him goose bumps. He wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and prepared to call a car.
However, taxis seldom come to such places where funeral homes are gathered at night. Occasionally, there are two or three. When they hear that Yin Hun is going to a funeral home where someone has just died, they shake their heads in panic like frightened idiots and drive away without looking back.
Helplessly, Yin Hun could only walk there alone, since it was only one stop away anyway.
Looking up, the stars in the sky seemed to have disappeared, and a star in front of him was struggling in the dark clouds, as if trying to break out of them. In the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing was checking the crematorium .
I just received a call. The curator asked me to come and repair the crematorium, saying that the business has expanded and it will have to be used tomorrow. Although I was not willing to come here to repair it, and someone died during the day, I couldn't resist the temptation of the 200 yuan overtime pay, so I came anyway.
Zhou Haiqing has always been known for his boldness in the funeral home, which is why Zhou Haiqing dared to stay in the funeral home at night.
Darkness completely engulfed the funeral home like a giant mouth. Zhou Haiqing held a Double Happiness cigarette in his mouth and paced around the crematorium in a leisurely manner.
Through the window, he could see the last star in the sky outside, struggling to escape from the dark clouds.
Zhou Haiqing smiled faintly.
Yin Hui held his clothes tightly as he walked, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Xingxing who was struggling hard in the air.
The dim light illuminated the world, and the dark clouds devoured it with all their might, as if they would be swallowed up in the next second.
Suddenly, Yin Hun felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. He coughed with a dry throat and his eyes dropped, finally landing on the dim light in front of him.
Those are the lights in the funeral home.
Could it be Master Zhou...
Yin Hui subconsciously felt that the bright stars were like Zhou Haiqing's life, which could be submerged by dark clouds at any time...
Thinking of this, Yin Hun quickened his pace and hurried over, feeling anxious, as if he could not wait any longer.
In the quiet corridor of the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing was humming a little tune to give himself courage while repairing the damn crematorium.
The crematorium had not been used for many years and the room had been abandoned for a long time. For some unknown reason, there were dense cobwebs and dust inside. Even the energy-saving lamp had long been burned out and was hanging in the air, swaying like a hanged person.
There was only one dim wall lamp on in the entire room, and most of the room was covered by the shadow of the crematorium.
Ding Dong!
A strange metal collision sound behind him stimulated Zhou Haiqing. He turned back in surprise, and found that there was nothing wrong. Then he bent down and inserted the wrench into the bolt, performing reciprocating mechanical movements.
Unfortunately, he didn't see that at the other corner of the crematorium, five pale and weak fingers were slowly extending from inside, followed by another, then a head, body, waist, and a person, slowly squeezing out, with bones all over the body making eerie cracking sounds...
She squeezed so hard that she had to pause for a moment after squeezing out a part. After a long, long time, a twisted figure gradually became a solid body, motionless. The air around her suddenly solidified, and the silence was suffocating...
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer!" Yin Hui secretly cried out in his heart. Looking up, the starlight was fading, leaving only the last corner still flickering with a faint light.
"Crack..." The thing slowly turned its face, and the neck made a "crackling" sound like a saw. Finally, a crisp sound came from the cervical vertebrae, and her head fell to one side. Her pale face was bloodless, and her dead gray eyes revealed the despair of death. Her cheekbones were deeply sunken, her nose was tilted to one side, and her whole face was flattened as if it had been hit by a huge external force.
Moan.
There was a crisp sound in Yin Hun's ears, and the starlight finally disappeared.
ah!
Inside the funeral home, Zhou Haiqing threw the wrench in his hand at the thing with trembling hands, then rushed madly into the corridor, smashing the elevator control panel with all his strength.
The elevator was installed only in recent years. The main building of the funeral home is not very high, only six floors. However, considering the special nature of the work here, the director closed the stairs from the third floor up and used the elevator instead, to prevent unrelated people from accidentally entering.
Fortunately, the elevator had already opened at this time, and Zhou Haiqing looked at the red numbers on the elevator, from 1 to 6.
The door opened, but there was no one inside, and there couldn't be anyone there at this time. Looking at the dark corridor in fear, Zhou Haiqing pressed the close button as if he was relieved.
The elevator begins to descend...
He raised his head and looked at his face in the mirror on the top of the elevator. It was pale and bloodless.
Suddenly, Zhou Haiqing realized that this time the elevator ride seemed to take a little longer. He quickly checked the floor indicator light: 6.
Why isn't it moving? Zhou Haiqing was startled and pressed 1 again.
The elevator slowly descended, and the numbers on the indicator light kept changing.
6—5—4—3—2——……1，……，-1The elevator did not stop but continued to descend.
The underground floor is where the funeral home's morgue is located .
Broken elevator! Don't get off! What's going on? What on earth is going on? Zhou Haiqing thought, pressing the button of the first floor tightly with his fingers, and his peeling nails were about to bleed.
But the elevator continued to descend as usual...
-1…-2…-3…
-15……-16……-17……
-18……!
Clang, the elevator stopped.
Zhou Haiqing looked at the number in fear, and terrifying images flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he remembered a term: hell!
Eighteen levels of hell!
Could it be that this elevator now leads to hell?
The elevator stopped steadily at the 'negative eighteenth floor', without moving, and there was no sign of the door opening. Zhou Haiqing stood in the elevator in a daze, not knowing what to do, because he knew that the funeral home did not have a negative eighteenth floor.
After a few minutes, or maybe dozens of minutes, the lights in the elevator suddenly began to dim, and slowly turned into a ghostly green fire.
Zhou Haiqing shouted loudly, slapped the walls of the elevator, and banged his shoulder against the door of the elevator. Suddenly, a low sigh came from all around, like a woman, making a sound beside him.
Finally, Zhou Haiqing used up the last of his strength, sat down on the ground with his whole body limp, and gasped as he watched this elevator to hell.
Red handprints slowly began to appear on the wall. It was blood!
Zhou Haiqing wanted to scream, but he no longer had the strength to do so. He could only watch as more blood slowly seeped out of the floor beside him, and blood continued to drip from the ceiling...
