The door opened, and the old man stood at the door. There was confusion in his eyes.
"I'm not dead?"
Chen Ge had seen this expressionless old man before. It was also inside Morgue No. 8. At the time, the old man's body had been next to Liu Zhengyi.
When he was soaked in formalin, he looked very peaceful, completely different from how he was now.
"Looks like everyone who is displayed in Morgue No. 8 still retains their memory and personality. They are not affected by the blood world."
The world behind the door was filled with various negative emotions. Staying there for a long time would slowly affect one, and only the purest would be able to survive.
The Liu Zhengyi that Chen Ge had met earlier was one such example. When he heard that his student was being bullied, he immediately stood up for his student. The old man before Chen Ge was the same.
Combined with what had happened to Liu Zhengyi, Chen Ge understood something. Perhaps it is because the blood red world cannot assimilate them, so it forcibly manipulates them to make them forget certain things to maintain the stability of this place.
Chen Ge was a very calm person, and another question soon appeared in his mind. "Compared to forcibly controlling their thoughts, killing them is obviously easier, but the blood world didn't do that. The world behind the door has no sympathy or pity, and they are still alive. This means that they are useful to the world behind the door!"
"The monsters call the old man a doctor. Be it Liu Zhengyi or this old man, they should be the best doctors in their field."
"The owner of the door seems to want to resurrect someone. The reason he kept these two doctors alive is probably to help him complete the experiment to resurrect the dead."
Through the monsters' conversation and the clues that he had, Chen Ge came to a conclusion.
"The two monsters are afraid of trouble and don't want to interact with the old man, but it's different for me." Chen Ge placed the white cat inside his backpack, put away the hammer, and walked out from the corner.
Hearing the footsteps, the old man slowly raised his head. When he saw Chen Ge, he was surprised. It felt like he had been given a fright out of the blue.
"I'm curious, what do I look like in their eyes?" Chen Ge politely walked to the old man's side and said, "Sir, I have something to say to you. Can I have a few minutes of your time?"
"It should be class time now. Which class are you from?" The old man looked at Chen Ge a few times. He seemed to be slowly getting used to it, and his expression returned to normal.
"Old man, I heard the conversation between you and those two people." Chen Ge went straight to the point. He didn't want to waste any more time.
"So what if they heard? You also think I'm crazy? "The old man grabbed the door and prepared to retreat.
"You're not crazy. Actually, you're already dead." After Chen Ge said that, the whole corridor became quiet. He could clearly hear the sound of blood flowing through the ceiling.
The old man took a deep look at Chen Ge. Without saying anything, he nodded slightly and stepped aside.
After getting the old man's permission, Chen Ge flashed into Morgue No. 4.
This was a small morgue. Due to wiring issues, Morgue No. 4 had been closed, and it had been converted into a sample room.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut, and the old man still did not say anything. He walked to the racks that were filled with different organ specimens.
Chen Ge had no idea what the old man was doing, so he followed behind him quietly.
The old man led him to the innermost part of the racks. "If you have something to say, say it here. People outside can't see us."
Chen Ge nodded and said, "Sir, can you describe how I look in your eyes?"
"Your facial features are not where they should be. It's quite a miracle that you're still alive." The old man did not mince his words.
"Then what do the surrounding walls and racks look like in your eyes?"
"Walls?" The old man heard the meaning behind Chen Ge's words. "They're painted white, freshly renovated, and they're very clean."
"Then do you know what this wall looks like to me?" Chen Ge pointed at the wall next to him. "It's covered in a transparent blood membrane, and it's covered with blood vessels of different sizes. They're like human organs, and they keep beating."
After saying that, Chen Ge pointed at his own face. "What I see is the real world — I believe you've realized that already."
The purer a person was when they were alive, the harder they would be to control in the world behind the door after death. The old man belonged to this category. He was not only unaffected by the negative emotions of the blood world, he had slowly noticed some things in the battle with the blood world.
"I know you might not be able to accept this sudden revelation, but it's the truth." Chen Ge had been paying attention to the old man. Once he sensed something was wrong, he would do something. "I once saw you in Morgue No. 8. Your body was soaked in formalin, and you looked peaceful."
"You're saying that not only am I dead, I've also donated my body to the school?" The old man tried to think, and he remembered something, but at that moment, something strange happened.
Multiple blood vessels rushed toward the old man from the wall and the ground.
Something similar had happened to Chen Ge before. This time, he was prepared. When the blood vessels appeared, he took out the hammer and smashed all the blood vessels that approached him.
But then, more blood vessels rushed out from the wall and the ground.
They were so thick that it was scary.
"Sir! Think about the decision you've made! Everything you're seeing is fake! "
He protected the old man and smashed the blood vessels that approached him, but that only bought him a few seconds.
Heavy breathing came from the corridor outside the door, and the 'security' was attracted.
"What decision have I made?" There was clarity in the old man's eyes, but then the blood vessels curled around the old man's body from behind.
His eyes flickered between red and black. The old man's expression was one of extreme pain. Just as he was about to reach his limit, his body seemed to have been trained to do this on instinct. When he felt the extreme pain, he put his hand into his sleeve.
In the end, the old man was unable to escape. After the blood vessels disappeared, he collapsed weakly to the ground.
"Sir?" Chen Ge squatted down to help the old man up. "Can you still remember who I am?"
With his hand over his heart, the old man stood up from the ground. He looked at Chen Ge and shook his head. Then, he seemed to remember something, and he pulled back his sleeves.
On his thin arms, there were many wounds that had been gouged out by nails.
He looked at the newest wound and thought to himself, "When did this new wound appear?"
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