"Could the person walking ahead of me be the one leaving all these blood-written messages?"
Chen Ge decided to go ask in person. He gripped the skull-crushing hammer and pulled the repeater out of his backpack. The moment he pressed the switch, the person who had been walking ahead of him seemed to vanish without a trace.
Only Chen Ge's own footsteps remained echoing through the corridor. He rounded a corner, and on the white wall was a single sentence — You will regret this!
"Is this supposed to be a threat?"
Aside from those ugly blood-written words, the corridor was empty. Chen Ge silently put the repeater away.
"Now isn't the time to reveal my trump cards. The priority is to reach the core area of the underground morgue within the time limit set by the mission."
Chen Ge knew full well that for a three-star horror scenario, the true terror only began to show itself after midnight.
After walking through the white-painted corridor for several more minutes, Chen Ge noticed more and more strange details.
Patches of water stains occasionally appeared on the white-painted walls, and it was impossible to tell where the liquid was seeping from. Looking closely, he could find strands of human hair on the ground — some long, some short. He picked one up and caught a strong, pervasive smell of formaldehyde wafting from it.
The odor seemed to have soaked deep into the hair shaft itself, becoming one with the fiber.
Beyond these, what puzzled Chen Ge the most were the blood-written words on the walls. It was as if the author knew someone would enter the underground morgue through the corpse transport corridor, and kept warning intruders to stay away.
"Were these written by the morgue monsters to warn the medical school staff?"
School workers and students who needed to conduct experiments would all use this corridor to enter the morgue and retrieve bodies. The red writing gave the impression that a corpse had scrawled the words — the messages carried warnings, threats, and a hint of helpless resignation.
Every few steps brought another passage, and the handwriting grew increasingly ragged, as if the writer's hand holding the pen had begun to malfunction. In several places, characters were visibly cut off mid-stroke, as though the pen had slipped from the writer's grasp.
"If the hand dropped the pen halfway through writing, that's pretty terrifying."
Chen Ge still had no idea what kind of monsters lurked inside the underground morgue. Tonight's mission had only just begun, and there was still a great deal to explore.
The corpse transport corridors were sloped, descending continuously. When the passage finally ended, Chen Ge had reached the second underground level — the outermost perimeter of the morgue.
"Somewhat simpler than I expected."
Perhaps it was because of Xu Yin's earlier appearance, but the journey had been remarkably smooth. Chen Ge had only found traces and clues, encountering no real danger.
At the end of the corpse transport corridor, the path split into two. One branch was unpainted but looked grim and eerie, perfectly silent.
The other still had white paint, and on the smooth floor were the tracks left by the small transport carts — marks left by their wheels rolling through.
"Those are probably from the staff transporting bodies on a regular basis."
The morgue had its own dedicated body transport carts, and they looked quite lightweight. Chen Ge felt a small spark of interest: "Uncle Xu's cart is a bit bulky. Once the underground morgue scenario is unlocked, I could use these carts to move fainted visitors out."
Having vengeful ghosts push morgue carts to transport people out of a horror scenario — that would be an experience in itself.
Chen Ge pulled out his phone to check. The map showed he was now on the edge of the underground morgue, and the white-painted corridor was the entrance to the outer perimeter.
Entering from this path, roughly seven or eight meters ahead were three small morgue chambers. Beyond that was a medium-sized morgue, and further still appeared a stretch of unknown territory.
Chen Ge checked every map he had, but none contained any record of that section of the corridor.