The door was wide open and the old man was standing at the door with a little confusion in his eyes.

"I am not dead?"

Chen Ge had seen this stern old man before, also in Morgue No. 8. At that time, the old man's body was next to Liu Zhengyi.

He looked serene while immersed in formalin, completely different from now.

"It seems that all the people displayed in Morgue No. 8 still retain their memories and personalities, and have not been affected by the bloody world."

The world behind the door is filled with all kinds of negative emotions. Staying there for a long time will be subtly affected, and only the purest people can persevere.

The Liu Zhengyi he met before was upright and incorruptible. When he heard that a student was being bullied, he was ready to stand up for the student. He was full of righteousness. The old man in front of Chen Ge was the same.

Combined with Liu Zhengyi's experience just now, Chen Ge vaguely understood something: "Perhaps it is because the blood-red world cannot assimilate them that it forcibly controls them every once in a while, making them forget certain things, in order to maintain stability here."

Chen Ge was a very calm person. Another question soon popped up in his mind: "Compared to forcibly controlling their minds, it is obviously easier to kill them, but the bloody world did not do that. The world behind the door has no sympathy or pity. They are still alive now, which means they will definitely be useful to the world behind the door!"

"The monster calls the old man a doctor. Whether it's Liu Zhengyi or this old man, they should be the top doctors in their field."

"It seems that the owner of the door wants to revive someone. He kept these two doctors to help him complete the so-called experiment of resurrecting the dead."

Through the conversation with the monsters and some clues he had, Chen Ge came to a conclusion.

"The two monsters were afraid of getting into trouble and didn't want to get in touch with the old man, but it was completely different for me." Chen Ge put the white cat into his backpack, put away the skull crusher, and walked out of the corner with confidence.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man slowly raised his head. When he saw Chen Ge, he was a little surprised, as if he was suddenly frightened.

"I'm really curious about what I look like in their eyes." Chen Ge walked up to the old man politely and said, "Old man, I have a few words to say to you. Can I spare a few minutes of your time?"

"It should be class time now. Which class are you in?" The old man looked at Chen Ge for a few times, and seemed to be getting used to it, and his expression returned to normal.

"Grandpa, I heard the conversation between you and those two people just now." Chen Ge went straight to the point. He was not going to waste any more time.

"So what if you heard it? Do you also think I'm a lunatic?" The old man grabbed the door of the morgue and prepared to retreat.

"You are not crazy, in fact you are dead." After Chen Ge said this, the whole corridor became quiet, and he could clearly hear the sound of blood flowing on the ceiling.

The old man looked at Chen Ge deeply, said nothing, nodded slightly, and made way.

After obtaining the old man's consent, Chen Ge slipped into corpse storage No. 4.

This was a small morgue. Due to wiring reasons, Morgue No. 4 was later decommissioned and converted into a specimen room.

“Bang!”

The door was closed, and the old man still didn't say a word. He walked to the shelves where various organ specimens were placed.

Chen Ge didn't understand what the old man was going to do, so he followed quietly.

The old man led him to the innermost shelf: "If you have anything to say, just say it here. People outside can't see here."

Chen Ge nodded and said, "Grandpa, can you describe what I look like in your eyes?"

"Your facial features are not in the right places. It's a miracle that you are still alive." The old man spoke rudely.

"What do the surrounding walls and shelves look like to you?"

"The walls?" The old man heard something behind Chen Ge's words: "They are painted white. They have just been renovated. They are very clean."

"Then do you know what this wall looks like to me?" Chen Ge pointed at the wall beside him. "Its surface is covered with a layer of transparent blood film, covered with blood vessels of different thicknesses, just like human organs, constantly beating."

After Chen Ge finished speaking, he pointed to his face and said, "What I see is the real world. I believe you should have realized this."

The purer and stronger-willed a person is during his lifetime, the harder it is to control the world inside the door after his death. The old man belongs to this category. Not only is he not affected by the negative emotions of the bloody world, he also slowly realizes some things in his constant struggle with the bloody world.

"I know you may not be able to accept this, but it is the truth." Chen Ge has been keeping an eye on the old man. If something goes wrong with him, he will take immediate action: "I have seen you in the No. 8 warehouse of the underground morgue. Your body was soaked in formalin and you looked peaceful."

"You mean, not only am I dead, but I also donated my body to the school?" The old man tried hard to recall. He vaguely remembered some things, but at this moment something strange happened suddenly.

In an instant, several blood vessels rushed towards the old man from the walls and the ground.

Something similar had happened before Chen Ge's eyes. This time he was well prepared. When the blood vessels just appeared, he took out the skull crusher and smashed all the nearby blood vessels.

But soon after, more blood vessels began to flow out from the ground and walls.

There are so many of them, it’s frightening.

"Old man! Think about the decisions you have made! Everything you see is fake!"

He protected the old man and broke the nearby blood vessels, but this could only delay the time for a few seconds.

Heavy breathing sounds were heard in the passage outside the door, and the "security guard" was also attracted.

"What decision have I made?" There was a hint of clarity in the old man's eyes, but then the blood vessels began to wrap around the old man's body from behind.

His eyes switched between blood red and black and white. The old man's expression was extremely painful. When he was about to be unable to bear it, his body seemed to have been trained countless times and finally formed an instinct. When he felt extreme pain, he reached into his sleeve.

In the end, the old man was unable to break free from control, and after his blood vessels disappeared, he lay weakly on the ground.

"Old man?" Chen Ge squatted down and helped the old man up: "Can you still remember who I am?"

Covering his chest, the old man stood up from the ground. He looked at Chen Ge blankly and shook his head. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he reached out and lifted his sleeves.

His skinny arms were covered with wounds that were dug by his fingernails.

He looked at the latest wound, thinking: "When did another wound appear?"