Chen Ge did not expect that the old man would record in this way. He was able to do these things even when the blood vessels were crawling all over his body and he was in extreme pain. This showed that he had an extremely strong willpower, far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Old man, you dug this wound yourself. You can compare it with your fingernails. I saw with my own eyes just now that you dug it out with the index and middle fingers of your other hand."

"I dug it myself? But why don't I have any recollection of it?"

While the two were talking, heavy breathing was heard in the corridor and the monster with a hollowed-out face came over.

The terrifying face was pressed against the window of Warehouse No. 4. Its view was blocked by shelves filled with specimens. After it could no longer see the scene inside the house, it seemed to be preparing to come in.

The door was shaking; this monster was very strong.

"Don't move here." The old man put down his sleeves and walked out from the shelf. He went straight to the door and opened it.

A huge monster made up of corpses poked its head into the house. It had no face and its skull was clean, so no one knew how it sensed the outside world.

"Who let you in?" the old man asked sternly.

In terms of height and size, he was only half the size of that monster, but in terms of momentum, the two were not on the same level at all.

The old man's eyes were sharp. When he found that the monster had not left, he raised his arm to block the monster: "This is not the place for you, get out!"

Hiding behind the shelf, Chen Ge also felt that the scene before his eyes was a bit incredible. The strength of the two sides was too different, but the aura felt just the opposite.

"The world in the old man's eyes is different from mine. Maybe in his eyes, the person who came in was just an ordinary person with bad intentions."

The monster was blocked at the door by the old man. It seemed to have sensed Chen Ge. A crack appeared on its belly, and its big hand dragged out a blood-stained rope from behind.

The smell of blood and stench emanated, and the monster showed its fangs, but this time the old man not only did not retreat, but took another step forward.

He yelled at the monster, his voice getting louder and louder.

The two sides were deadlocked at the door for a while, and the monster's stomach split open, making a sound similar to wheezing. It was extremely angry, but helpless, and finally left unwillingly.

After the monster disappeared at the end of the corridor, the old man closed the door, returned to the shelf, and lifted the clothes on his arm: "Let's continue the topic just now. You saw me dig myself with your own eyes, but why don't I have any memory of it?"

"Old man, don't you have any memory of wounds, blood vessels, and death in your mind?"

"I seem to have been having the same nightmare recently. When I close my eyes, many blood vessels will wrap around my body. I struggle desperately, but I will still be dragged into the darkness by those blood vessels. Then I wake up." The old man touched the wound on his arm: "I have no memory of when these wounds were left."

Chen Ge told the old man everything that had just happened, but before he was halfway through, the organs on the wall began to beat wildly, and heavy breathing sounds were heard in the corridor outside. Chen Ge had no choice but to give up.

"Let's wait a little longer. We don't have the ability to protect ourselves now, so it's useless to tell you." Chen Ge finally understood. As long as the old man remembered something important, the bloody world behind the door would forcibly control him, and the monsters that had been roaming in the corridor would also come over.

Having gotten away with it this time, Chen Ge didn’t think he would be so lucky next time.

It is more important to break the blood membrane than to make the old man remember everything.

"Master, is there anything else you need my help with?"

Chen Ge suddenly spoke. The old man was confused. He thought for a long time and stared at Chen Ge: "I want you to take me to Morgue No. 8."

"Mortuary No. 8?" Chen Ge did not expect the old man to make such a request: "The mortuary has been sealed off. What are you doing there?"

"I don't know either, but I think there's something very important in there. Maybe I went in there before and forgot something."

"Do we have to enter corpse storage No. 8?" Unlocking the door takes time, and in the process of opening the door it is likely to attract more than one monster, and then one's situation would be dangerous.

"Yes." The old man nodded. He was very stubborn and was determined that he only needed Chen Ge to help him do this one thing.

It is very dangerous to enter Corpse Vault No. 8, but Chen Ge cannot find other "people" in a short time. He now feels that the Bloody World has begun to notice him. If he delays any further, the situation may become even more unfavorable to him.

"If you stay in the blood mist of the world behind the door, the blood film on the surface of your skin will continue to thicken. There are two other unlucky guys in the room in the core area. If I delay too long, they will probably suffocate to death."

Chen Ge finally nodded: "Okay, I'll take you to warehouse number eight."

After receiving Chen Ge's affirmative answer, the old man's expression relaxed a lot. He looked at Chen Ge with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He himself didn't know why, but he just felt that he liked this kid very much.

In fact, the old man had such an illusion only because Chen Ge was an outsider. He was completely different from the monsters inside the door. The old man felt a rare trace of humanity from him.

If Li Xu and Ma Wei came instead, the old man might find those two people more friendly.

"The key to Warehouse No. 8 should be in the principal's office. It's difficult to get there. I know a way to get there. The closest one has more security guards, and there's another one that has fewer people using it, but..."

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome. You don't have to use a key to open the door." Chen Ge felt that he just wanted to break the blood membrane and fulfill the old man's wish. He didn't want to make so much trouble: "Just follow me to the No. 8 corpse storage."

When Chen Ge walked to the door, the old man reminded him again, "Every time I leave this room, I have a bad feeling in my heart. I don't know why. You should be more careful later. Another thing is that we must not be seen by others."

The old man seemed to have had the experience of running away secretly before. He could not remember what happened exactly at that time, but he had a vague impression.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Only a thin layer of blood film remained on Chen Ge's body. After completing the old man's wish, he should be able to gain complete recognition, and then he won't have to hide anymore.

Chen Ge opened the door and walked out of the house. When he came out, nothing had changed in the passage.

But when the old man stepped out of the door, the entire passage shook slightly, and the frequency of the contraction of the organs on the wall became noticeably faster.

"Don't waste time, just go there! Hurry up!"

The terrain outside the underground corpse storage is complex and connected to many buildings. Chen Ge was glad that he memorized the map on his phone before coming in.

Holding the skull crusher, Chen Ge walked towards Morgue No. 8 with ease, and the old man followed behind him with a determined look in his eyes.

After the old man left the room, the bloody world changed obviously. If the previous period was the calm before the storm, now the prelude to the storm has arrived.

There was no turning back, and no other choice. Chen Ge led the old man through the passage quickly.

He was ready to rush over no matter who stood in his way!

A monster floated out from the wall, and the blood flow in the blood vessels on the top of the head accelerated again. The morgues in the morgues on both sides made banging sounds, as if those blood vessels that looked like giant pythons were hungry again.

After turning a few corners, Chen Ge heard footsteps coming from the front. He gripped the skull crusher tightly and not only did he not slow down, he ran faster and faster.

The person on the other side of the corridor seemed to have heard his footsteps, but he was timid and stopped decisively.

Turning the corner, Chen Ge saw two "logistics personnel" whose bodies looked like mud repairing the passage. They were pushing a small cart with a mutilated corpse inside.

They patiently placed the corpse into the crack in the wall, and then sewed the wall together with red blood.

The two monsters were working seriously. They didn't take Chen Ge seriously when they saw him coming. It was only when they saw the old man that they showed nervous expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

“We’ve been discovered.”

Chen Ge was about to go over with the skull crusher in hand to silence the witness, but was stopped by the old man: "Don't worry about them, these guys are very timid. If you hurt them, the security will come immediately, but if you ignore them, they won't have the courage to tip off."

After the old man finished speaking, he stared at the two monsters. The two monsters turned around tactfully and continued to work as if they didn't see Chen Ge and the old man.

"I deal with them more often, so I know them better."

Chen Ge had already noticed that those "monsters" were a little afraid of the old man: "It turns out that you are also a ruthless person."

"Not really. Let's go to Morgue No. 8 first and we'll talk when we get there."

The atmosphere in the corridor became increasingly depressing. The internal organs on the walls had begun to ooze blood. The situation was not optimistic.

After turning a few corners, Chen Ge and the old man ran to the door of Warehouse No. 8 in just a few minutes.

At this time, the walls, the ground, and the blood vessels above the head in the passage began to bleed, and the surrounding blood mist became much thicker.

"The door is locked. How can I open it without a key?" The old man stood in the blood mist. Ever since he left that room, he had felt a severe headache, as if something was trying to break through some restriction and come out.

"Leave it to me."

There was no way out now. Chen Ge stared at the lock on the door and raised the skull crusher high!

“Bang!”

The door of the room was shaking, and the internal organs on the wall next to it were bleeding.

"It's quite solid." Chen Ge gritted his teeth and smashed it with all his might, aiming at the place where the door hinge meets the wall.

He had been prepared to break down the door from the beginning, and had the urge to do so the first time he passed by.

In fact, even if this door is very strong, Chen Ge is not afraid. At worst, he can just smash the wall next to it. No matter what, he can always find a way in.

As Chen Ge continued to swing and smash, blood continued to crawl out of the blood trough, making it look even more hideous.

After swinging it dozens of times in a row, Chen Ge discovered that the blood threads were not just decorations, but seemed to have other special effects. It seemed that it was because of the existence of those blood threads that the Skull Crusher could cause great damage to the items in the bloody world behind the door.

Chen Ge himself didn't know how many times he hit it. The noise was too loud, and it was completely different from the old man's previous plan.

He also wanted Chen Ge to steal the key, then quietly come over to open the door and find the thing that was very important to him.

But Chen Ge's style of doing things is completely beyond the norm. Even the "Principal" hiding deep in the underground morgue might not have thought that someone would dare to be so crazy.

The door was shaking, the chain on it was rattling, the lock was loose, and what was even more terrifying was that the wall next to the lock was almost smashed through by Chen Ge.

There were gasps again from both ends of the corridor, and the "security guards" came over.

"Are you done?" The old man was terrified as he watched from behind. His admiration for Chen Ge just now turned into a very subtle emotion.

"Right away!" Chen Ge gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and used the strength of his body to swing the hammer hard!

“Bang!”

The door of Warehouse No. 8 slammed heavily against the wall. The hammer continued to move forward with force, hitting the edge of the wall and scraping off a large piece of internal organs.

Chen Ge smashed the locked door open. At this time, the "security guards" with hollowed-out faces on both sides of the corridor also ran over.

They are huge in size, made up of countless corpses, carrying hatred and pain, with cracks on their stomachs and arms constantly extending out of them.

“Come in quickly!”

Chen Ge and the old man entered warehouse No. 8 together. The old man's wish had been fulfilled, and the blood film on Chen Ge's body was slowly becoming thinner.

He closed the door, held the skull crusher and used his back to press against the door: "I hope I can hold out until the blood film disappears..."

Chen Ge originally didn't care about Warehouse No. 8, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

The structure of Warehouse No. 8 in the world inside the door is slightly different from that in the real world. There is an additional special container made of flesh and blood in Warehouse No. 8 in the world inside the door, in which a man in his forties wearing a white coat is imprisoned.

"Doctor Chen?!"

The man trapped in the container was none other than Doctor Chen from the Jiujiang Children's Welfare Institute. At the last moment of the Living Coffin Village trial mission, it seemed that it was he who drove away No. 10 from the Ghost Story Association.

"Why is he here? Did he lose the fight?"

While Chen Ge was thinking, the door behind him was slammed, and arms covered in blood stretched out from the crack of the door.

The two monsters with hollowed-out faces are coming!

"Grandpa, have you found what you lost? I can't stand it any longer!" There was still a thin layer of blood film on Chen Ge's arm, which could not be removed no matter what he did.

He had already started calling out the ghost's name, but there was no response.

“Don’t be in a hurry.” The old man walked past the empty glass containers and finally stopped in front of the container that contained his own body in the real world. He put his palm against the glass and looked at the introduction in front of the container.

"Wei Jiuqing, a professor at Jiujiang Forensic Medical College, founded the Jiujiang Life Science Research Institute before his death. After he was diagnosed with lung cancer at the age of 73, he made a will to donate his body for medical teaching purposes."

He looked at the words on the container, and countless memories exploded in his mind.

It talks about his life and research, and the last scene freezes when his health is about to fail.

In the ward, he was about to donate his body to the school. His children tried to stop him. He was so weak that he held a pen and said his last words.

"I would rather they make thousands of wrong cuts on me than make one wrong cut on a patient."