The passage is very long, with walls on both sides painted white. Every few meters you can see a rusty iron door with a yellowed seal on it, which seems to be quite old.
"I didn't really notice it the first few times I came in. This seems to be the passage for transporting corpses."
Some medical schools have special passages for transporting corpses. This special passage is usually underground, with a flat ground that is convenient for carts to push. Another obvious feature is that the walls are painted with a layer of white paint, and there are no other unnecessary decorations.
"Stop looking and go to the warehouse quickly." Liu Xianxian pulled Ma Ying's arm and walked into the passage on the right with her cell phone.
On the left is the morgue, and on the right is an ordinary warehouse for storing various sundries and obsolete equipment.
The two walked along the corridor for a long time when Ma Ying suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She quickly stopped and shone her cell phone behind her.
"Xiaoying? What's wrong with you?"
"It seems like someone is following us." Ma Ying was not too sure. When she listened carefully, the footsteps seemed to disappear again.
"Did you hear it wrong?" Liu Xianxian forced an ugly smile on her face. Smiling when facing fear has become her habit.
"Let's go into the warehouse first. This passage is straight and there's no place to hide."
Quickening their pace, Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian soon reached the first corner, where there was a scarred wooden door.
The lock was severely damaged and various black marks remained on the door panel. The most puzzling thing was that someone had written the two words "Paradise" on the door.
"That's strange. When I left last time, I clearly remembered to close the door."
The door was half open, as if someone had gone in when they left.
"Be careful." Ma Ying used both hands to force open the wooden door. She stopped at the door and did not go in immediately.
This girl seems careless, but she is actually very meticulous. She picked up her cell phone and shone it into the room, scanning the rows of shelves, but did not find anything unusual.
"Let's stay together this time. Don't act separately." Ma Ying took good care of Liu Xianxian and walked in front.
The teaching building has been closed for many years, and this warehouse should have been kept for a long time. But strangely, there is very little dust inside, as if someone comes in to clean it every once in a while.
Most of the sundries in the entire Jiujiang Forensic Medical College are piled here. It is packed full with all kinds of strange and weird things.
There were all kinds of bottles and jars on the shelves, some of which were filled with sticky orange-red liquid, as if they had once stored organ specimens.
There are many things like this. If an ordinary person came in, he might be scared and turn around and leave. However, as students of the Forensic Medicine School, Ma Ying and Liu Xianxian did not find these things scary.
Walking through the middle of the shelves, the inside is quite messy, with fire extinguishers, broken copiers and computers placed in the corners, tables, chairs and benches stacked together, drawers stuffed with all kinds of messy reports, and some broken sports equipment thrown between the chairs.
Going further in, there are unused costumes from the drama club, discarded drawing boards and easels from the painting club, and a whole bunch of other useless items.
When Jiujiang Medical University moved to the new campus, most of the waste items cleared out were piled here, filling it up.
"I've asked the counselor at the new campus. Before Jiujiang Medical University moved, several clubs handed over items that were difficult to carry but were reluctant to throw away to the school. To save trouble, the school put all those items in the underground warehouse." Ma Ying walked ahead alone. She took her phone and began to search through a pile of miscellaneous items. "The only club in our medical school that can use sculptures should be the Art Club. Let's focus on this area tonight."
After walking a few steps away, Ma Ying realized that Liu Xianxian was still standing there in a daze: "What's wrong with you?"
"Look at that."
Liu Xianxian pointed at the computer in the corner. The plug behind the monitor was plugged into the wall socket. "I found the plug was plugged into the socket when I came in last time. I was worried about a short circuit and causing a fire, so I pulled it out. But now someone has plugged it into the socket again."
"It looks like someone did come in. Could it be a thief?"
"The thief wouldn't be so bored as to come here to play on the computer, right? Besides, this computer is a model that was obsolete a few years ago and it is probably unusable now." Liu Xianxian pressed the display switch. After a while, something surprising happened. The display actually started up normally.
A cold light appeared on the screen and the picture seemed to be stuck and could not be loaded.
"Never mind it, let's find something first. Even if someone comes in, it won't affect us." Ma Ying turned and left, ran to the place where the drawing boards and easels were piled up, moved those amateur-looking paintings aside, and looked for possible sculptures.
Liu Xianxian stood there without moving. She was looking at the computer screen. She didn't know if it was a malfunction or for some other reason, but she could vaguely see the outline of a person on the screen.
She leaned closer to the screen, and the outline of the person gradually became clear. It seemed to be a man with a bald head and a face that was swollen than a normal person.
"Liu Xian, come and help!" Ma Ying shouted, holding a very heavy easel.
"Okay." Liu Xianxian pulled out the bolt, walked to Ma Ying, and held one side of the easel.
The two of them worked together to move the easels that were blocking the way. There was a wooden cabinet against the wall behind them.
"There may be something hidden in this cabinet." Ma Ying said as she went to open the door, but as soon as her fingertips touched the cabinet door, she immediately retracted them.
"What's wrong?"
"It looks like there's something on it." Ma Ying rubbed her fingers together and sniffed: "Why is there formalin on the cabinet door handle?"
There was formaldehyde on the stairs outside, which could be explained as someone accidentally spilling it, but there was formaldehyde on the cabinet door behind the easel, which was too strange.
"Is there a cadaver teacher hidden in the closet?"
Ma Ying's heart beat faster and her breathing felt a little difficult. She prepared herself mentally and opened the cabinet door a crack.
Looking inside through the gap, there was no body in the cabinet, only a few paintings.
Ma Ying heaved a sigh of relief and took out the paintings, but when she saw the contents of the paintings, her heart ached again.
The painting is somewhat abstract, depicting a scene in which medical students are dissecting a corpse, but the strange thing is that the painting is drawn from the perspective of the corpse.
Lying on the cold table, he looked at the tightly wrapped medical student next to him, looked at the knife in his hand, and finally looked at his own body.
The whole painting contains a special emotion, which is an envy for life, envy for the delicate and elastic skin, envy for the flexible and soft limbs, envy that he can have everything instead of lying on the test bench and being manipulated by others.