Chapter 689 — Not Dead Yet
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What followed was a stench of decay and disinfectant, and the lights in the corridor were dim and murky.
"What the hell? What kind of godforsaken place is this? There isn't even a soul around!" Kang Jingming couldn't help but curse.
Wang Shubin thought it strange too, but when he looked up he nearly jumped out of his skin, instinctively backing up two steps. He still had an arm around Kang Jingming, and the sudden retreat sent Kang Jingming lurching; he couldn't help but swear, "What are you doing? Trying to kill me?"
"Young Master Ming, here... here..." Zhu Xiaozhang looked up too and saw that something was wrong — only Kang Jingming was too groggy to lift his head.
"What is it? If you've got something to say, spit it out!" Kang Jingming said impatiently. "Hurry up and find some place I can get my shot..."
"Young Master Ming, you can't get a shot in here!" Zhu Xiaozhang said.
"Can't get a shot?" Kang Jingming blinked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"This is the place where they give shots to dead people..." Zhu Xiaozhang pointed at a spot not far ahead, looking rattled. "Young Master Ming, this is the morgue!"
"What?" Kang Jingming nearly jumped out of his skin at Zhu Xiaozhang's words. He looked up — and there it was, sure enough: the three big characters for "MORGUE," looming in the dim hallway light, more grim and terrifying than ever.
"Click..."
Just as the three of them stood frozen in alarm, a sound came from the morgue door.
"Run!" At that moment Kang Jingming forgot all about being a patient. Strength came from somewhere he couldn't name; he spun around and bolted madly for the elevator, jabbing at the button again and again. But the elevator had already climbed a dozen floors, and it would be a while yet before it came down.
Wang Shubin and Zhu Xiaozhang were just as wound up. They kept telling themselves that it was broad daylight, so where could a ghost possibly come from? And yet the atmosphere here was genuinely eerie, and it set their hearts racing for no reason at all.
The morgue door swung slowly open, and a corpse trolley glided slowly out through the small doorway.
Kang Jingming heard the noise and glanced back — and with a strangled "urk," he fainted dead away from fright! He had already been weak as a kitten, and the shock on top of it was more than he could bear.
Wang Shubin and Zhu Xiaozhang, though, frightened as they were, breathed a sigh of relief once they made out what was behind the trolley. An old fellow, short and wizened, was pushing the corpse trolley toward the elevator. The light had been dim, the old man was small, and he had emerged from the back — no wonder it had looked as though the trolley was moving all by itself...
The old man saw Wang Shubin and Zhu Xiaozhang too, and when his eyes fell on Kang Jingming lying on the floor, he asked at once, "Another one dead? Why'd you bring him in yourselves? Where's the doctor?"
"No... he's not dead, not yet — we just took a wrong turn, that's all..." Wang Shubin hurried to explain, terrified the old man might wheel Kang Jingming straight into the cold storage.