"Brother, wake up!"

Fan Cong shook Fan Dade's shoulders, and after a long time, Fan Dade finally woke up.

"Where are we?" His eyes finally focused. The tall and burly Fan Dade was lying on the ground on his side, looking very weak.

Seeing his brother like this, Fan Cong's lips moved. He felt a little reluctant to continue speaking.

"Have we been escorted out of the haunted house by the staff?"

Fan Cong didn't say anything for a long time, and his face looked strange, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Fan Dade realized that something was wrong, struggled to get up, and looked around.

The iron door, the morgue cabinet, and the sound of wheels lingering in his ears, this familiar feeling made Fan Dade unable to react for a moment.

"Have we ever experienced this scene before?"

The sound of nails scratching the cabinet door became louder and louder, and low gasps came from the morgue. Fan Dade already had the answer in his mind without Fan Cong answering.

The sound of wheels whizzed over and stopped at the door of the room. Cabinet doors were knocked open one by one, blood splattered everywhere, and more monsters than before came out.

His legs went limp, and Fan Dade leaned against the door of morgue No. 2, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

The door behind him was slammed by someone, and his body shook along with the door. Fan Dade felt as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

"Stop it! You guys are going too fast! I just woke up! I just woke up!"

Fan Dade felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry. Compared to him, Fan Cong seemed much calmer.

For a smart person, it is impossible to make the same mistake twice.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Fan Cong's calf seemed to cramp and he sat down on the ground with a thud, falling behind Fan Dade.

"Brother, if you wake up from your coma first, remember not to wake me up, just let me stay unconscious for a while." After saying the last sentence, Fan Cong's eyelids rolled up and he fainted.

Before Fan Dade could react to what was happening, the lights in the room went out.

"Brother? Xiao Cong? Fan Cong?!"

The door of the morgue was kicked open, and Fan Dade was surrounded by several shadows. His screams could be heard throughout the entire underground scene.

…

Half a minute later, the wall light came on and the passage returned to calm.

The shadow had dissipated, and Fan Dade's body was twitching as he stood in the corner. He could no longer spit out any more white foam.

Fan Cong, who was lying face down next to Fan Dade, slowly opened his eyes. While he felt scared, there was actually a hint of excitement in his heart.

"As long as I pretend to be dead, I won't be attacked by ghosts? No, it's also possible that my brother attracted all the firepower." Thinking of the scene just now, Fan Cong felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"We need to leave this place as soon as possible. Anywhere is better than here."

He barely stood up and shook Fan Dade's shoulders: "Brother, wake up! Quick!"

After panicking for a long time, Fan Dade's condition did not improve. Fan Cong became anxious and grabbed Fan Dade's arms with both hands, trying to carry him on his back.

As soon as he pulled Fan Dade up, he heard a sigh from the end of the corridor.

"Because the fainting caused by shock is a sudden fainting, the first thing you need to do is to let him lie flat on the ground, ensure ventilation, and then perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Moving his body at this time will not do him any good."

It was an unfamiliar voice, not belonging to any other tourist. Fan Cong didn't hear clearly what the man said. The moment he opened his mouth, he let go of his hand and lay down where he was.

Fan Dade's body also fell to the ground, and the two brothers lay dead in the middle of the passage.

The man in the distance didn't seem to expect that his well-intentioned reminder would scare the person to faint. A few seconds later, the wall lights dimmed, and a cold wind blew in the corridor. Four doctors in white coats, masks and gloves walked over.

They were wrapped up so tightly that their faces could not be seen.

"Why did he faint? He was fine just now? Was he too nervous?"

"This guy is in great shape. He fell several times but his skin wasn't even scratched. He's really strong. The last time I saw someone like him was in the No. 7 dissection room. He was a bricklayer at a construction site. He was very relaxed when he was shaving fat."

"Don't talk nonsense. Save him first. It's too dangerous to just leave him in the middle of the road."

One of the kind doctors went to treat Fan Dade, and the rest surrounded Fan Cong.

The cold wind blew on his face, making his body very cold, but Fan Cong couldn't stop sweating on his forehead.

"I feel like I'm surrounded? What should I do? What would a normal person do in this situation?"

My neck felt cold, and a doctor said in a surprised tone: "Is he okay? Why did he faint?"

"Your heart is beating so fast, you must be pretending to be faint."

"Then he must have seen us. Why don't we give him to..."

While several doctors were discussing, Fan Cong, who was lying on the ground, secretly opened his eyes a little and happened to meet the sharp gazes of several doctors.

"Sure enough, he is pretending to be unconscious." The leading doctor looked the youngest and had the scariest look in his eyes: "What I hate most are those people who use tricks."

With an awkward smile, the fat on Fan Cong's face began to tremble. He pressed his fat hands on the ground and tried to sit up. "I didn't expect that there is a doctor in this haunted house. This is rare in the world, right? It deserves to be the scariest haunted house in Jiujiang."

He looked at the doctor who was treating his brother and felt something was strange, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Surrounded by several doctors, his body was getting colder and colder. Fan Cong forced himself to put on a happy fake smile: "I won't bother you guys anymore, you guys continue."

He reached his hand into his pocket, swiped his fingers across the screen, and backed away. He no longer cared about his brother. The best thing to do at this time was to escape first.

"Wait a moment."

Several doctors spoke at the same time, their eyes focused on the hand that Fan Cong put into his pocket.

Fan Cong knew the situation was not good, so he walked faster. After he turned a corner, he found that there was a dead end over there and the exit was blocked by the doctor.

"You are overweight, and you have been frightened repeatedly, so your heart rate is not normal. I have professional equipment here, and I hope you can cooperate with me to do a test." After the doctor finished speaking, he was not too sure: "There should be an instrument, if I remember correctly."

"Will you treat me?" Fan Cong held the phone and slowly approached the doctor. When he was one or two meters away from the doctor, he suddenly started to speed up.

"I appreciate your kindness. I know my own health very well. I don't need you to worry about me!"

Fan Cong's nearly 200-pound body crashed into several doctors. He was so frightened that he had no choice but to fight to the death.

His arms waved around and rubbed against the doctor's coat. Fan Cong felt as if his fingertips touched something.