Chapter Seven: A Frightening Ordeal

Previously, Fu Yang had read in the newspaper about how, in certain hospital morgues, the bodies of those who had just died were mysteriously missing internal organs. Later, it was discovered that staff members were stealing from within, colluding with organ traffickers or perverse criminal organizations obsessed with human organs, letting them in to pilfer from the dead.

“Damn, a thief?”
“Is there a reward for reporting this?”

Right now, he was at his wit’s end, obsessed with finding ways to make money to appease the female ghost. His eyes practically glistened with gold.

He took a deep breath and, rather foolishly, encouraged himself: Fu Yang, you’re Superman! You’re amazing!

Whether he truly was amazing was uncertain, but he believed it himself.

Carefully and quietly, he crept toward the morgue door, and immediately spotted a conspicuous muddy footprint on the ground.

“Damn! That footprint is deep. Was that guy carrying a pig on his back?”

“At least it’s just a living person…”

Fu Yang let out a sigh of relief.

He’d studied kickboxing for a few years and was confident he could handle two or three people if necessary.

Clenching his teeth, he slipped through the half-open door.

Instantly, a cold, chilling breath rushed toward him, sinking into his bones. It felt as though a hand had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart, making it hard to breathe.

The morgue was dim, the bulbs flickering and buzzing with strange noises.

In the center were rows of neat corpse beds, some empty, some draped with white sheets.

Against the walls stood the refrigerated body cabinets, each handle hung with a tag listing personal information and an identification number.

The morgue was a large, open space; standing at the entrance, one could see straight to the other end. Fu Yang hunched over, carefully weaving between the corpse beds, his footsteps light.

A dead silence.

Thump. Thump.

He could only hear his own heartbeat.

“This late at night, alone in the morgue—this is really creepy. Even a real man like me gets a little scared.”

Whether it was psychological or not, he kept feeling a hazy mist in the morgue, as if a cloth were draped over his eyes.

At times like this, it seemed time dragged on endlessly.

“Oh, my waist is sore. If a man’s waist isn’t strong, he’ll be despised by the ladies…”

After crouching too long, he stood up quietly to catch his breath, peering ahead over the corpse in front of him, hoping to see what the shadowy figure from before was doing.

But still, there was not a single trace.

At night, the main morgue door was always closed; only the side door he’d come through was open.

That shadow couldn’t have left any other way, so it must still be inside.

But now, the morgue was as silent as a grave.

Fu Yang’s scalp tingled, panic surged up. Could it be that the shadow he saw was not a person, but…

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t suppress that absurd thought. His mouth was dry.

“Damn it! I’m going to walk a bit farther inside. I refuse to believe that thing was some ghost!”

Just as he raised his head, the sight before him nearly knocked him over with fright!

He realized that, not far ahead, there had been a corpse covered with a white sheet on the bed. But now, it was gone—completely empty!

His skin crawled, and his heart nearly stopped.

“Oh my god—could it really be a ghost?”

What was happening?!

Where was the corpse on the bed ahead?

Just by lowering his head, a corpse had vanished right before his eyes? This was too bizarre.

Had the corpse come back to life and walked away, or was the thief lurking nearby?

Either way, Fu Yang knew he was in extreme danger.

Since that was the case, he decided not to hide anymore.

“There’s no other exit—the only way out is the side door behind me. I can catch him like a rat in a trap!”

He calmed himself a little.

He stood up abruptly and shouted, “Damn thief, come out! Fu Yang is right here. Stop pretending to be a ghost. Stealing bodies is a serious crime. If you come out now, there’s still a chance to settle this privately.”

His voice echoed in the dead morgue, sounding particularly sinister.

The calm he’d just managed to muster began to crumble again.

In truth, Fu Yang was already regretting his decision.

The corpses in the morgue had nothing to do with him; if they were stolen or desecrated, so be it.

“What am I doing, playing the hero in the middle of the night, chasing after perverts in the morgue? I must be crazy! I never should have come in. Is there anyone selling regret pills? I’ll take ten pounds…”

He was ready to give up and run.

But just as he was about to turn away, he heard—

Creak.

The door seemed to move on its own.

Before he could react—

Bang!

A loud crash echoed through the morgue, painfully sharp in the silence.

The once half-open door suddenly slammed shut!

Fu Yang was trapped inside the morgue! And he was sure there had been no wind.

Cold sweat poured down his body.

He shakily pulled out the folding knife he kept in his pocket, gripping it tightly for courage.

“With a blade in hand, the world is mine! Let me show you the power of the Fu family’s eighteen demon-slaying cuts.”

Clutching the knife, Fu Yang felt much calmer—even had enough composure to brag.

He watched the front warily, slowly backing toward the side door. Since he’d decided not to get involved, he might as well leave.

He edged backward for a while, feeling safe enough, then turned and bolted, running as if chased by a mad dog.

“Damn! Tonight I’ll have to damage public property. This side door may be closed, but I can kick it open!”

Unfortunately, in his haste to escape, he paid no attention to his footing.

He had barely taken a few steps when his foot caught something.

He lost his balance, crashing spectacularly to the floor, stars spinning before his eyes.

His glasses flew off!

“Damn it! Who would throw junk around in the morgue?”

Fu Yang cursed, fumbling around on the floor.

For a nearsighted person, losing his glasses was like being blind.

“This place is terrifying. Luckily, I’m a real man—otherwise I’d have pissed myself by now.”

Even in such a moment, he couldn’t help but boast, proof of his usual arrogant nature.

After much effort, he finally found his glasses, but suddenly felt a chill between his legs, as if there was a puddle beneath him.

“Did I really piss myself from fright?”

Instinctively, he reached down to check, feeling something sticky. Holding his hand up before his eyes, he saw it was covered in red. It looked like… blood!

“Damn! So bad I pissed blood?”

Horrified, Fu Yang looked down at his lower body.

What he saw sent his terror soaring to unimaginable heights—

There was a corpse lying right next to him!

It had no eyes, as though they’d been gouged out. Blood streamed from the empty sockets, pooling right where his pants were, explaining the cold sensation earlier…

The corpse’s mangled eye sockets stared straight at him, terrifying, and its mouth seemed twisted into a sinister, eerie smile.

Such a sight would scare anyone out of their wits.

Naturally, Fu Yang was a normal person, and he screamed like a slaughtered pig, his mind reeling.

He scrambled to his feet, desperately fleeing toward the door.

He was almost there when, suddenly, a cold, clammy hand reached out from the darkness and slapped down on his shoulder!