Requiem Chapter 46: Horrible Night
But as soon as the hand patted his shoulder, the young security guard slid down silently. His eyes rolled back and it was obvious that he had fainted.
"Huh? Are you kidding?" Yin Hun looked at the young man who fainted on the ground in confusion.
"Doesn't this kid only twitch when he sees a corpse? Could it be..." Thinking of this, Yin Hun shuddered all over and turned around quickly.
But there was nothing behind him except the open elevator.
Yin Hui smiled bitterly, thinking that this boy must have been hallucinating because of excessive sexual indulgence. Just as he was about to bend down to help the young man up, he suddenly heard a "pop" sound, like the sound of water dripping onto the ground.
He quickly pricked up his ears and listened attentively. When the second echo came, he felt that the sound was very close to him, as if it was in the elevator. So he turned the light head, adjusted the focusing ability of the flashlight to the maximum, and then walked into the elevator carefully.
The fluffy halo of light sprinkled in the narrow corner, illuminating everything within sight.
The elevator was filled with blood, forming a small dark red lake that flowed along the elevator door into the gap below. At the same time, small droplets fell one after another, as if it was raining heavy blood.
Seeing this scene, a bad feeling immediately ran through Yin Hun's entire sensory nerves. After taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and suddenly raised the flashlight to shine on the ceiling of the elevator.
Oh my God!
Seeing this, Yin Hui's face instantly turned from blue to purple, and then from black to white. The flashlight in his hand rolled to the ground, spinning around, and finally bounced back by the metal plate on the elevator door, illuminating half of the thing on top.
I saw a hideous-looking guy hanging from the ceiling like Jesus in the Bible, with his facial features dislocated, blood oozing from all seven orifices, and deep scratches all over his body. Especially his tongue, which was actually... pulled out of his mouth, seven or eight times longer than an ordinary person's, tightly wrapped around his neck and then hung from the ceiling. The yellowish green tongue coating was like a skinned giant python, which made people tremble all over. And the guy's two eyes shed two straight tears of blood, hanging down to his chin. The whites of his eyes rolled up, and he just stared at Yin Hun.
The blood wave in the elevator, like a mighty Yangtze River, was directed by this victim.
He just stared at her blankly, stupidly, and after a long time Yin Hun didn't react.
Squeak... I don't know if it was the sudden north wind or the imbalance of force, but the corpse began to slowly turn, turning 360 degrees. The tongue also twisted 360 degrees, curling the corners of his mouth into a weird posture, slightly upturned, looking like he was smiling, with the empty eyes staring at himself, as if to completely collapse the viewer's mental defenses.
Regardless of whether you have collapsed or not, Yin Hui has collapsed anyway...
But he took out his cell phone from his pocket with trembling hands, and finally found out with horror that he was in such a hurry before leaving that he forgot to bring it with him.
My legs were so weak and limp as if they were filled with lead. It would be extremely difficult to walk out of here, as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Dark elements permeated all around, and Yin Hun felt a pair of invisible hands pulling at his body into somewhere.
Squeak...the sound of the tongue twisting continued to be heard, and the walls on both sides felt sticky, as if they were blood mixed with glue.
Zhou Haiqing's body was hanging in the air unsteadily, with his lonely shadow floating on the wall, like a group of demons dancing wildly in the night of resurrection. From time to time, the sound of blood splashing could be heard, which made people even more frightened.
Yin Hui tried his best to maintain his last bit of sanity and imagined how to escape from his current predicament.
Cell phone, cell phone. This was the only word that came to Yin Hui's mind.
"Little security guard, yes, little security guard." After saying that, he stumbled out of the elevator room. He searched the little security guard's body for a long time , and finally found a rectangular hard object. He took it out and saw that it was an iPhone 4.
Without thinking too much, Yin Hun directly dialed the police station number.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hurry... hurry, someone has died here, suburban funeral home, hurry..." Yin Hun's voice was filled with infinite fear, which immediately perked up the service staff who answered the call. After comforting Yin Hun a few times, he transferred the call to the intercom of a nearby patrol police.
After an unknown amount of time, Yin Hun finally regained his strength, stood up from the ground, and after groping for a long time, he finally found the switch of the corridor wall lamp.
After all, he was an undertaker, and his psychological endurance was much higher than that of ordinary people. He stood up and turned on the wall lamp, and the whole corridor instantly became brighter. However, the light bulb seemed to have not been changed for a long time, and the dim brightness made this originally hideous and twisted corridor even more bizarre.
He picked up the flashlight and helped the security guard up from the ground. Yin Hui no longer had the strength to go downstairs, not to mention carrying this guy weighing more than 100 kilograms. He could only wait for the police to arrive.
He now regretted not bringing someone else with him.
In order to divert his attention, Yin Hun fiddled with the fourth-generation Apple mobile phone in his hand to divert his thoughts.
"I never realized that a poor security guard like you can afford such a luxurious thing. I admire you so much." He was testing the functions of it out of boredom while paying attention to his surroundings.
I was wondering what caused this murder, was it human error or suicide?
However, neither of these two situations is very likely. Zhou Haiqing is usually upright and generous. Because of this, he is deeply loved by his peers. He is also an optimistic person. How could he commit suicide? Moreover, with this appearance and this way of death, who would believe it if it was suicide!
There is only one possibility, that is ghosts...
Yin Hui's thoughts couldn't help but move towards the supernatural.
While he was thinking, the screen of the phone that was playing the video suddenly turned black, and Yin Hui was so scared that he dropped the phone to the ground. When he reacted, he realized that he had accidentally pressed the camera function, and his left hand happened to block the camera, so the camera could not be exposed to the light and turned black.
He took a deep breath, bent down to pick up his phone, and took the opportunity to take a picture.
He pointed it at the ground, pressed the camera button, and admired his masterpiece.
The dim ground emitted a dim glow, and the mud on the shoes stained the ground, forming footprints.
These footprints soon attracted Yin Hun. Looking at these exquisite patterns on the ground, he couldn't help but admire them.
Suddenly, another red handprint appeared in the camera.
Yin Hun’s head immediately became big, and he stared at the red handprint carefully.
Look at the handprint, it is only the size of a three-year-old child's handprint, as if he had just walked through the pool of blood.
He was startled and quickly moved the phone away from his eyes and looked at the ground.
There are only your footprints on the ground, nothing else.
I patted my chest and still felt my heart beating.
A large beam of light shone into the corridor from the window, followed by a series of sirens.
Yin Hui knew that the police had arrived. A heavy weight had finally fallen from his heart. After the door of the funeral home slammed and there was a commotion downstairs, dozens of police officers in official hats swarmed in and quickly took control of the scene.
The leader is still Ouyang Xue, the person in charge of the funeral home case.
"It's you again." This was the first thing Ouyang Xue said when she saw Yin Hun.
"Don't worry about me for now, look up there." Yin Hun pointed to the elevator and turned sideways.
Ouyang Xue looked in the direction of Yin Hun's finger with a suspicious look. After pausing for three seconds, she suddenly let out a high-pitched scream.
"People's police..." Yin Hun's face twitched.
How could Ouyang Xue have seen such a cruel scene? Although she was an inspector in name, it had only been less than three months since she graduated from the police academy!
After all, it was late at night, and the atmosphere of terror had more than doubled.
Not only Ouyang Xue, but several police officers behind him couldn't help but tilt their heads to the side and vomit when they saw it.
