C7 A vicious corpse that barks like a dog

"The human sacrifice is over. The Long family should want to return to the Water Ghost Clan." The old medical examiner asked if I dared to go with him to close the gate of the Tornado Pool. I immediately squatted down and said that my stomach was hurting again.

"Do you want to know what's the use of the sheepskin undergarment you're wearing?" He threw out such a tempting bait that no one could refuse.

Thinking, of course, I f * cking dreamt that there was a secret in this sheepskin apron, the inheritance item left behind by the Old Ancestor did not have a reason to use it just to exorcise evil spirits, there must be some secrets hidden deep within, I believe that as long as I decipher the embroidery characters in the first half, I will be able to find out about the secrets.

I said, "The conditions."

"Switch it off." The old medical examiner said with a serious expression.

"How can you be sure there's a gate in the tunnel? Have you been there? "Old man, we're already so familiar with each other. You didn't even mention your past when I asked you a few times, and even used the name of the old medical examiner instead. Who exactly are you?" Being with someone who was too smart always made him feel like he was about to be cheated, especially by the old medical examiner, a deep-water fish that could not get any information of its own. Often, if this kind of person were to fall into their trap, it would be fatal.

Grandfather said, in this age, it doesn't seem like a rape, but a rape, if you look at it as loyalty. Perhaps the old medical examiner was such a person. He was secretive in order to conceal his past, so that no one could find out his flaws.

I looked at his file in the hospital and came to the hospital at the end of the last century. At the time, he was no longer old enough to take office, but for some reason, the dean actually agreed. There was no wife and no children, and he didn't seem to be the owner of the money. Moreover, he was the only medical examiner in the city hospital. All those who were previously employed and those who were hired later on were all taken away by him for various reasons. If he hadn't said there was a sluice in the tunnel, I probably wouldn't have doubted his motives.

The Long family being a descendant of the Water Ghost Clan, if they wanted to return to the Water Ghost Clan, that was nonsense. I suppose he wanted to go in there and get something, but he didn't because there were so many people, and he couldn't do it, because all the river-workers are not easy people.

"Hur hur." The old medical examiner did not say anything and left after a few laughs.

F * ck, I only asked you a few questions and you immediately slipped away. I know you have a guilty conscience, I will never believe your lies ever again.

"Oh my god, which grandson put me under the bed? "Oh my god, who the hell is going to sneak an attack on me, I'm going to die from a headache." The fat guy came out from under the bed and backed away nervously when he saw me staring at him.

I asked him why he was going in.

He did not speak, but pointed to the window. I turned around and was so scared that my scalp went numb. There was a dead body staring at me from the window, and the evil look in its eyes was terrible.

No, his eyes were green in the reflection of the light.

With a whoosh, he went to the bed opposite the fatty. Haha, you want to cheat me? You're still too inexperienced! Right now, he would give the corpse a choice. Let's see who the corpse will deal with first.

The fat guy came over from the other side of the bed with a shoe under his foot, "Little Brother Wu, is there anyone that's a little brother like you? Now is the time to vote for your loyalty. Go and lure that thing away, boss. I'll go call for reinforcements. "

Idiot, I replied.

The corpse sneakily walks in and I signal for him to hold his breath.

"What are you holding back for? Look at how Lord Fatty is taking care of this thing." I was ready to go out with him, seeing how brave he was. Who would have thought that he would throw the other sole over and say Big Brother Corpse had a weak, injured chicken under the bed, which put him under no pressure.

This thief called him a thief an idiot, yet he was still touching his mouth at this time.

Then, the corpse ignored us and jumped onto the bed above the fat guy. It lifted up the blanket, grabbed the rooster and started chewing.

I motioned for the fat man to run.

The two of them slowly crawled out from under the bed, not even daring to breathe. He stood up and was about to run away, but both of them had a hand on their shoulders.

"Eat Lord Fatty's yellow dog piss." The fat guy kicked from behind and the corpse was pushed back a few steps. He used the force of the kick to charge forward. I followed behind him and ran out.

He ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the outside.

Damn, this old medical examiner wants to borrow our corpses to kill us.

"Go to the Everlasting Greenhouse. There are quite a few corpses stored there. We can hide them anywhere we want." After saying that, the two of them ran into the Everlasting Greenhouse.

Fatty turned around and looked behind him. He shouted, "Mother, it's the upper body of a hungry ghost, even swallowing the feathers of a chicken in less than ten seconds."

The two of them hid in a different bed. I felt that it wasn't appropriate, so I decided to hide underground and run away. I had to cover myself up with white cloth to keep the world in check.

Under the bed in the middle of the room, I saw the body come in. It was moving quickly, not like the walking puppets in the movies. As the corpse walked, it was emitting hoarse sounds of breathing. It reminded me of an animal.

That's a dog.

When he thought of dogs, he recalled that his eyes were reflecting green. Was this corpse a dog demon?

It didn't look like it, because he was wearing the special uniform for the dead, which was different from other hospitals.

"F * ck, are you a son of a b * tch dog?" This way, we can also find Lord Fatty. " The fat man wasn't completely stupid enough to be covered in bedclothes. From a distance, he started to jump out of bed and come to me.

He indicated that he was speechless towards this guy. Even if he wanted to f * cking run, he shouldn't run towards me. He was clearly trying to pull Ye Zichen down with him.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all and hid under the same bed as me, "Little brother, go out and gobble him down. I, Lord Fatty, have a headache and my head hurts like it's cramping."

"Die." I pushed him out and backed out myself, telling him that I had found a tomb thousands of years ago, and that if I wanted to make a fortune, I could just lay the body down.

As soon as he heard there was an ancient tomb, he swung his fists towards the corpse as if it was Cheng Ya's golden body. The left hook fist and right hook fist, plus one kick, repeated without interruption.

"The corpse was pushed to the wall, and he pushed a bed against it." Master Shaman, come on, I can break his neck with my bare hands. "

The corpse bared its fangs and claws as it barked. That's right, it was a bark that sounded like a dog, but it didn't seem very likely.

"Damn, this thing must have been bitten by a mad dog when it was alive. After it dies, the virus would attack. Don't let it catch you or bite you, or you'll become a mad dog too." The fat guy who looked like an old driver answered truthfully.

I ran over to him and put him on the bed. I picked him up and did what I wanted to do to kill him. He actually carried a dead body and used it to smash the corpse. Even if a few of the dead body's arms were broken, there was no significant effect.

I told him to get the ax from the fire extinguisher and cut his head off to see if it worked.

Not long later, the fatty returned with an axe. He swung it at the corpse's neck, intending to chop it in half. Unexpectedly, the head of the dead body pulled back and bent down, not moving at all.

Look, Lord Fatty is amazing. He was scared to death by me before he even made a move. The fat guy boasted as he waved his axe.

Seeing that the corpse really did not move, our tensed hearts finally relaxed. The two of them simultaneously sat on the ground. Fatty threw a cigarette over, saying that it was nothing much if a dog bites a virus.

I told him it was rabies, not dog bites. He grinned. "Lord Fatty doesn't even have many books. That's the theory."

Then, he started to brag about how he met a withered corpse with long hair when he was digging the ancestral grave. He even specially pulled out the white hair to study it, but that white fur corpse suddenly stood up and got its head smashed into pieces by one of his punches.

The first half of his words might have been true. With his character as a dog basket, there was nothing he didn't dare do. He should have been curious enough to pull out the feathers, resulting in the corpse being faked and finally meeting the wicked woman who saved his life. I told him my analysis, and he said with a wistful look in his eyes that there was no such thing as evil woman. If it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, he would have cut her up a long time ago.

Halfway through the cigarette, he suddenly heard a cracking sound from the freezer in the morgue. It was the sound of a lock being unlocked.

The two of them swallowed their saliva. I say, Fatty, you have a weapon in your hand. You are the boss, so you have to set a good example for your little brother.

He threw me the axe and said he hadn't been his brother for years, or he wouldn't have come to this morgue to serve the people.

"Eh, at least I'm afraid of you." I picked up my axe and tiptoed out, hoping that everyone would have to finish playing with this darned dog basket.