My House of Horrors

The passage is long, the walls on both sides are painted white, and every few meters you can see a rusty iron door with a yellow seal on the door, which seems to have been around for some years.

“The last few times I came in, I didn't even notice, it seemed like a way to transport the body. ”

Some medical schools have dedicated passages for the transport of corpses, which are typically underground, with flat floors that facilitate the pushing of small cars, as well as a distinct feature that paints the walls with a white coat of paint, without any extra decoration.

“Stop looking and go to the warehouse.” Liu Xianxian pulled off Ma Ying's arm and took his phone into the right channel.

On the left is the morgue and on the right is the general warehouse where all kinds of debris and decommissioning equipment are placed.

After walking along the aisle for a long time, Ma Ying suddenly heard a sound of footsteps behind her. She hurriedly stopped and pointed her cell phone at her back.

“Xiaoyin? What's wrong with you?”

“Someone seems to be following us.” Ma Ying wasn't too sure either. When she listened carefully, the footsteps seemed to disappear again.

“Are you listening wrong?” Liu Xianxian's face squeezed an ugly smile and revealed a smile in the face of fear, which has become her habit.

“Besides, this tunnel goes straight to the warehouse, and there's no place to hide. ”

Faster, Ma Ying and Liu Xian quickly walked to the first corner, where there was a scarred wooden door.

The locks are badly damaged and there are all sorts of black marks on the door panels, and what is most strange is that the door is written with two words on it - paradise.

“Strange, the last time I left, I clearly remembered to close the door. ”

The door was half open, as if someone had walked in when they left.

“Be careful.” Ma Ying opened the wooden door with both hands, she parked at the door and did not go in first.

The girl looked huge. In fact, she was thick and thin. She picked up her phone and pointed it at the house. She swept through a row of shelves and found no abnormality.

“This time the two of us are together, don't act separately.” Ma Ying took good care of Liu Xianxian and walked ahead herself.

The building has been sealed off for many years, and it is logical that no one should have been in this warehouse for a long time, but oddly enough, there is very little dust inside, as if someone would come in every other time to clean it.

Most of the groceries throughout Jiujiang Forensic College are piled up here, filled with stuff, and there's something odd about it.

There are various bottle cans on the shelves, some with sticky orange and red liquids, as if organ specimens had been preserved before.

There are a lot of things like this, if regular people come in, they may be scared to turn around and leave, but as forensic students, Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian do not find these things horrible.

Walking through the middle of the shelf, the interior was rather messy, with fire extinguishers, broken photocopiers and computers at the corners of the walls, table and chair benches tucked together, drawers filled with all sorts of messy reports, and chair voids with some broken sports equipment.

Go inside, there are costumes not used by the theatre agency, scrap drawing boards, painting racks and other useless items.

When Jiujiang Medical University moved to the new campus, most of the scrap that had been cleaned up was piled up here and filled with stuff.

“I spoke to the counselor of the new campus. Before Jiujiang Medical University moved away, several associations handed over the difficult and unsatisfactory items to the school for disposal. The school put them all in the underground warehouse to save time.” Ma Ying walked in front alone, and she started looking up in a pile of clutter with her phone: “The only sculpture we could use in medical school should be the art club, and tonight we'll focus on this area. ”

After taking a few steps, Ma Ying realized that Liu Xianxian was still standing still: “What's wrong with you? ”

“Look at that. ”

Liu Xianxian pointed to the computer at the corner of the wall, the plug behind the display was plugged into the wall socket at this time: “The last time I came in, I found the plug plugged into the socket. I was worried that the short circuit would cause a fire, so I pulled it out, and now the plug is plugged into the socket. ”

“Looks like someone did come in. Could it be a thief? ”

“Thieves shouldn't be bored to run to this place and play with computers, right? Besides, this computer was eliminated a few years ago and is no longer likely to work.” Liu Xianxian pressed the display switch. After a while, something surprised her and the display started normally.

There was a cold light on the screen and the image seemed stuck and could not be loaded.

“Forget it. Find something first, even if someone comes in, it won't affect us.” Ma Ying turned away and ran to the place where the drawing boards and shelves were stacked, moving those paintings that looked amateur to the side and looking for sculptures that might exist.

Liu Xianxian stood still. She looked at the computer screen and didn't know if it was a fault or why. The outline of a person was invisible on the screen.

She leaned over to the front of the screen and the outline of the person gradually became clearer, as if it were a man with a bald head and swollen face a lap more than a normal person.

“Liu Xian, help!” Ma Ying shouted, holding a very heavy frame.

“Okay.” Liu Xianxian pulled the pin out at will, walked to Ma Ying's side and held onto the side of the frame.

Together, the two men removed several of the frames blocking the road, with a wooden cabinet behind them against the wall.

“There's probably something in this locker.” Ma Ying went to open the door, but her fingertips shrunk back as soon as she hit the cabinet door.

“What's the matter? ”

“It seems to have something on it.” Ma Ying rubbed his fingers and sniffed them under his nose: “How could there be formalin on the handle of the cabinet door? ”

There are formalins on the stairs outside, which can also be explained as inadvertent spills, but there are formalins on the cabinet door behind the frame, which is too strange.

“Is there a general teacher hidden in the closet? ”

Ma Ying's heart beat was accelerating and she felt a little uncomfortable breathing. She prepared herself and opened a gap in the cabinet door.

Looking inside along the gap, there were no bodies in the cabinet, just a few paintings.

Relaxed, Ma Ying took out the paintings, but when she saw the contents of the paintings, her heart scratched up again.

The painting is somewhat abstract, describing the scene of a medical student dissecting a body, but oddly enough, the painting is drawn from a corpse's perspective.

Lying on an icy table, watching a medical student wrapped in stiff stitches next to him, looking at the knife in his hand, and finally at his body.

The whole painting contains a particular emotion, an envy for life, an envy for delicate, elastic skin, an envy for flexible and soft limbs, an envy that he can have everything, not just lay on the test bench.