"Tail?" Hu Ya was walking at the front of the team. She shouted towards the half-open iron gate, but no one responded.

"Go and have a look."

The wall lamp emitted a dim light. Hu Ya walked forward alone. She stuck to the wall and slowly approached the iron door.

The door was covered with mottled rust and there was liquid that looked like blood flowing out.

"What is this room used for?"

Hu Ya moved her feet and took another step forward. She leaned forward without touching the door, and adjusted her perspective to see clearly what was inside the door.

But before she could see clearly, a drop of liquid fell from the ceiling onto the back of her hand.

It was sticky, somewhat like blood, but also seemed to be mixed with other things, and gave off an indescribable strange smell.

"Leaking?" She slowly raised her head, the light around her suddenly dimmed a little, and the iron door trembled slightly.

"Be careful!" Yang Chen shouted, and the wall lights in the passage behind him began to go out again!

One after another, very quickly, like hungry beasts rushing towards them!

There was no chance to prepare, and the darkness swallowed them all in an instant.

“Everyone squat! Stay where you are!” Yang Chen was anxious, but he didn’t have any good ideas: “Last time the lights went out, three people disappeared. I don’t know who will disappear this time.”

The passage was completely plunged into darkness and was so quiet that I could hear the breathing and heartbeats of my companions around me.

Everyone squatted on the ground and no one moved.

In the darkness, a cold wind blew, and a figure could be vaguely seen swaying at the end of the passage, and then disappeared. It seemed that the monster had mixed in with them.

Time seemed to be very long, the thumping heartbeat rang in my ears, and with the weird background music, the fear was infinitely magnified.

“Crack…”

A shrill sound came from where Hu Ya was, and the door in front of her was pushed open.

"Who opened the door at this time?"

The iron door was pushed open, the smell of formaldehyde floated in the air, and another sound was heard in the corridor.

Tick-tock, tick-tock…

** fell from a high place and dripped onto the ground. The sound was getting closer and closer to Hu Ya and finally stopped in front of Hu Ya.

It was pitch black, I couldn't see anything, the only sound was the constant ticking sound.

"That thing is standing right next to me." Hu Ya's palms were soaked with sweat, and she felt an invisible sense of oppression. She mustered up her courage, raised her hand, and stretched it forward, but her fingers touched nothing.

"It should be right here. The sound came from here."

Huya was very sure and her hand continued to reach forward.

Tick-tock…

Another drop of liquid fell, this time on her arm.

"I can't touch it, and it's still moving and dripping. Could it be... it's above my head?" His eyes had slowly adapted to the darkness, and Hu Ya looked up. There was a vague human-shaped shadow lying on the ceiling just above his head.

It seemed as if it had just crawled out of a pool, with water stains on its body. Its limbs were stuck to the wall like a gecko, its head leaning downward, and its hollowed-out face resting on top of Huya's head, as if it was ready to bite off Huya's face and take it away!

"What is this? What the hell!" Her breath was caught and Huya kept her legs in a half-squatting position. Her body was a little numb, but her mind was still clear. This woman should be the bravest of them all.

"That thing is above my head!" Hu Ya screamed. She grabbed the phone in her pocket, pointed it above her head and threw it out with force.

"Bang!" The phone hit the wall, and a light appeared behind Huya. Anan turned on the flashlight on his phone.

When the light came on, the monster on the ceiling had already run away, and he only saw a human-shaped black shadow crawling rapidly on the ceiling.

…

The sound of wheels rolling behind them was getting closer and closer. Fan Dade and Fan Cong could no longer run. They had already lost their way and did not expect to pass the level. They just wanted to get rid of the thing behind them, take a breath and rest.

"Come in! Quickly!" They entered a white-painted passage and saw a half-open iron door with four Chinese characters written on it - Morgue No. 2.

Without even looking, Fan Dade dragged Fan Cong and ran straight in, then Fan Dade slammed the door shut.

"Brother, slow down."

Fan Cong broke free from Fan Dade's hands. He gasped violently and sat directly on the ground against the wall. He had not done such strenuous activities in recent years.

The door was closed tightly. After a few seconds, the sound of wheels rolling passed by the door and slowly left.

"I'm saved." Fan Dade seemed to have just been pulled out of the water, his whole body soaked in sweat, his legs weak, he sat down on the ground helplessly: "I'm too tired, I need to rest for a while."

Seeing his brother's stubbornness, Fan Cong did not expose him. He sat beside his brother, panting, and said, "Why are you doing this? You have to run to the haunted house to suffer. Our family are all cowards. You know how our parents passed away. Why do you have to come here to suffer?"

"I'm annoyed by your attitude. No one is born timid. Besides, my bringing you to the haunted house has nothing to do with your parents. I just want you to go out for a walk instead of staying at home playing games. Look how depressed you are."

"Brother, I wasn't playing a game." Fan Cong thought for a moment and finally told the truth: "The game was said to be made by a murderer, and it contains evidence of his child abuse, but no one has been able to decipher it yet."

"Stop making excuses. I'm your brother, how could I not know you?" Fan Dade waved his hand, "Isn't it just a broken heart? If you lose your girlfriend, you can find another one. A real man should have no worries about not having a wife."

"Who did you learn this from?" Fan Cong was too lazy to explain to his brother: "I won't argue with you anymore. Let's not even think about clearing the level. Let's just stay in this room for another 30 minutes and wait for the boss to come and rescue us."

"Isn't this bad?"

"What's wrong with that? Anyway, even if you kill me, I won't go out again."

Before Fan Cong could finish his words, a crisp sound suddenly came from the row of morgues next to the morgue.

His fat body trembled and he shivered in fear: "What's that sound?"

"I don't know, but it seems to be coming from that cabinet." Fan Dade got up from the ground, and the two brothers leaned against the door, feeling very panicked.

"I think we'd better not go over and take a look. All the mechanisms are equivalent to non-existent as long as we don't trigger them." The sweat on Fan Cong's face had not dried yet, and new cold sweat broke out.

"That makes sense." Neither of the two brothers intended to approach the corpse cabinet, but the things in the cabinet seemed determined not to let them go.

The lights in the room flickered, and suddenly from one of the corpse cabinets came the harsh sound of fingernails scratching at the metal door, as if someone was looking for a gap to get out.