"The construction team has withdrawn. Who is walking around in the passage?"

"I hung up the phone and covered my body with cement bags on the ground, leaving only my eyes exposed."

"The footsteps were getting closer, and I squinted and looked over there."

"It was dim, and a blurry figure walked up to me. He moved in a strange, uncoordinated manner."

"I held my breath and didn't dare to move."

"The man walked around the room and was about to leave. I lifted a corner of the cement bag and saw a scene that I will never forget in my life."

Zhang Li's lips turned purple as he spoke out the nightmare that had troubled him for years: "That man's skull was empty. His face had been completely gutted."

Cigarette ash fell on the sofa, Zhang Li's arms couldn't stop shaking: "A long time ago, the bodies used for dissection in medical schools were not donated bodies, but mostly death row prisoners. After the prisoners were shot, their heads would become like that."

He couldn't continue talking at this point. Chen Ge really didn't dare to force him this time: "Take a rest and drink some water."

“No need.” Many years have passed, but Zhang Li still feels scared when he recalls it. He finished a cigarette in just a few puffs: “When I saw the death row inmate, I realized the problem. The man who just entered the room and the group of people in the corridor outside should all be corpses for dissection.”

The situation that Zhang Li described at this time was indeed much more terrifying than the corpses moving. It seemed that a carnival of corpses was taking place in the underground passage, and Zhang Li was the only living person who entered.

After spending the whole night in a place like that until dawn, it's no wonder that his personality changed.

"I really saw it. This incident has been weighing on my mind. I dare not tell anyone, including my sister." Zhang Li's pupils twitched, and his eyebrows knitted together with a painful expression: "A few years ago, after the girl who quarreled with my sister disappeared, my sister suspected that she had run into the underground morgue. She was about to enter the morgue to look for her, but I stopped her desperately. You really can't go to that place. It's not a place for living people to stay."

After saying what was in his heart, Zhang Li seemed to feel a little better. He touched the cigarette box and found that the low-quality cigarettes were all smoked.

"Smoke less, it's bad for your health." Chen Ge sat on the chair and wrote down everything Zhang Li said on his mobile phone.

"It doesn't matter. After that night, I don't care about these things anymore." Zhang Li crumpled up the cigarette box. Without cigarettes to smoke, he felt a little uneasy and it seemed difficult for him to calm down: "Do you think I'm a psychopath? What I saw that night was all hallucinations?"

Chen Ge shook his head. He was well aware of the dangers in the underground morgue. The black phone also gave a hint that there lived a group of immortal people there.

"In fact, sometimes I wonder if what I saw that night was an illusion."

"Do you still remember how you escaped?" According to Zhang Li, the number of corpses should be exaggerated.

"I hid under the cement bags at the time. My body seemed frozen and I dared not move. It was not until around five in the morning that the people in the tunnel began to move deeper into the tunnel."

"During this process, didn't you send text messages to outsiders for help?" Chen Ge put down his phone. He was curious about the school's reaction.

"When I just woke up, I had already talked to the security guard on the phone. I told him that I was in the underground morgue, but they didn't send anyone to rescue me. I didn't know what happened." You can tell from Zhang Li's tone that he was feeling very uncomfortable.

"When you came out, did you find anything unusual? For example, there were large pieces of formalin left in the passage, scratches on the wall, etc."

"I waited until eight in the morning, and when there was no movement outside, I got up from the ground. At that time, my whole body was sore and bruised. I was very scared and ran out in a hurry without paying any attention."

Zhang Li’s own story ends here. From then on, he treated the underground morgue as a restricted area and his temper became worse and worse.

"I advise you not to go to the underground morgue. If you really want to go there, it's best to bring more people and go in during the day." Zhang Li told Chen Ge some stories he had heard in other places.

"The entrance connecting the morgue and the laboratory is often not closed tightly, and even if it is closed tightly, it can be opened by someone."

"During the last expansion, the school added seven morgues, but when many people went to pick up bodies, they inexplicably saw the eighth morgue. That morgue was located near the original site of the underground morgue and had no number."

"The road leading to the deep underground morgue has been sealed several times, but problems always occur no matter how it is sealed. I remember one time the school blocked the passage with bricks, but after a week or two, the wall suddenly collapsed. When school staff went to check, they found that every brick exuded a strong smell of formalin."

"There are many similar things. The relocation of Jiujiang Medical University is also related to the underground corpse storage. I heard that the Jiujiang Forensic Medical College will also move to the new campus next year at the latest. By then, this old campus will be idle and used for other purposes."

Chen Ge had not expected that the School of Forensic Medicine would also be relocated. He felt that the situation was a bit serious.

"The clues you provided are very useful to me. I will report them to the other police officers. In addition, you'd better give me the map of the underground morgue tomorrow." After Chen Ge explained a few things, he was ready to leave. When he stood up and walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something: "Zhang Li, why do you insist on living in Haiming Apartment? I heard that something happened here before, and it seems to have happened downstairs from you."

"A madman downstairs committed suicide. I know this. I'm an old tenant here." There was nothing unusual on Zhang Li's expression. It seemed like it was just a coincidence that he lived here.

"Then do you know that there was a student named Men Nan in your school who also lived in this building?" Chen Ge stopped and asked casually.

"Yes, this fool wanted to save money, so he moved in next to the room where someone died. That room cannot be lived in. A doctor lived there before, but he moved out after just one night."

"How do you know he's a doctor?" Chen Ge was a little confused as he carried his bag on his back. "Doctors don't run around in white coats outside the hospital. Besides, he just moved in a day ago. With your personality, you probably won't take the initiative to chat with him."

"I've seen him at school. The doctor's surname is Gao and his family is very rich. I was curious about how he ended up living here." Zhang Li couldn't figure it out: "That night when I went downstairs to buy cigarettes, I saw Dr. Gao standing in the corridor. I didn't know what he was doing."