Morgue. Lily

"Lily--"

"Lily--"

It was as if countless people were whispering, like the gentle intimacy between lovers, but full of resentful curses, each trying to drag passers-by into hell.

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The whole world abandoned everyone in an instant. The zombies moved with their heads in their hands under the bleak moonlight, with creepy smiles on their faces, as stiff as if someone had pulled their skin after death, ruining the beautiful moonlight of the night. When I saw this scene on the side of the road, I have to admit that sometimes reality is more incredible than I imagined. I just thought that changing the world would change the group of people I would face. But I didn't think that this world might be filming a biochemical crisis.

Boss! Boss! Is the boss I chose to hand over the pen to still here? I knew that the theorem that one can travel through time just by complaining was a bit weird. I shouldn't have persuaded him to write apocalyptic articles. I'm afraid I really traveled through time in his script. Damn it, why don't I complain about Soul Crossing, Midnight Bell, and Little Ugly Soul, but come to this set that has no logic and beauty at all!

It doesn't matter, I told myself, I didn't change my path because of this. Just treat it as a day trip to a haunted house. To be honest, the scene in front of me is not a big scene. It is not bloody and cruel enough, and there is no desolate background to set off. Even the dense and dense fear that seems to be a needle hidden in cotton is not satisfactory. It can only be regarded as a low-profile version of the biochemical crisis, and it is not qualified to be called a horror movie. What have I not seen in order to collect materials? Well, it's not a big deal.

It's OK, I'm done. I showed my dignity as a horror, thriller and suspense writer and walked past the anatomy teachers calmly, not realizing how strange it was to move purposefully among a group of puppets that moved like they were being pulled by strings.

The chill is biting, the wind is howling. Tonight is the night of the dead, but I am their guide.

After walking a little further, I found that most of the teachers were not cannibalistic. I was surprised, but I also felt a little disappointed that my expectations were not met. Tired of the monotonous scene in front of me, I opened the manuscript paper I brought with me and prepared to use local materials.

I, a third-rate online writer, am also working hard today.

There was an unbreakable silence all around, with only the sad and mournful sound of the wind. Just as I uncapped the pen and wrote the first word, I was startled by a sudden roar and the pen tip moved, leaving an ugly scratch on the clean white manuscript paper.

"roar--"

As if receiving some instructions, the "zombies" suddenly started to move together.

The playback button was finally turned off, and they no longer twitched left and right like meaningless rewinding. At this moment, their hideous and terrifying faces were finally revealed, and they trembled to the extreme limits of the human body and fled in all directions, as if they were specially prepared to record this scene for me.

Is there anything to be afraid of since these things are no longer human?

I was amused by the thought in my mind, and suddenly felt that I had something worth writing about. However, before I could write it down, I heard another sharp cry like sawing wood.

"Lily--"

"Lily--"

Each voice was filled with more fear and more resentment. Their bodies, which had originally decayed and collapsed, seemed to be filled with water. They could only drag their bodies, which had become heavier, and fled from me in panic.

"Lily?" I was so surprised that I said the word when I heard the sad and terrified cry.

Is that the Lily I was thinking of?

[Lily is still as beautiful as the day we first met. She is wearing a white nurse uniform with a bright red ribbon. Her knee-length medical white coat is very carefully groomed and wrinkles are invisible. But my skin is gradually drying up and collapsing in the air, as if mice have been drinking my blood and chewing my bones. I am no longer perfect. I am like what I dream every day, starting to rot, being decomposed by microorganisms, coveted by vultures, and watched by ants. Tonight is a carnival for scavengers.

Lily - I looked at the scene in front of me in horror, calling her name in despair, crying bitterly. Where is my formalin? I asked her in a pleading tone. I can't die like this, living in the belly of these dirty creatures from now on, never to rest in peace. I should be in a cold and clean morgue, with a white cloth covering my peaceful smile, and live forever in this world, waiting for future generations to admire me.

Lily was still as indifferent as ever. She said she still had a little bit left and wanted to show the world my heart.

Without the decorated skin, everyone in the world has the same heart and lungs. How can they know that this is a heart that originally belongs to me and should rest in peace? I still pray to her to cherish the time she spent with me.

I believe Lily was moved by me, even though she still looked indifferent, but in the end, I got my wish fulfilled. My head smiled victoriously in the glass tank. Anyone who saw it would know that this was a person whose body would be immortalized in the morgue.

Lily is the name of the heroine in "Mortuary".

Yes, it was that Lily, the Lily with a red ribbon tied on her hand, the Lily who used a knife to remove his □□ bit by bit while smiling and took away his formalin!

I raised my hand and looked at the scarlet ribbon around my wrist. I was instantly overwhelmed by an unknown feeling of surprise and excitement.

It’s incredible!

The ghost story I wrote came to life!

It was then that I realized that I had changed into a new, clean white nurse uniform, with an inexplicable smell of disinfectant alcohol and special chemicals, and my entire body was pale and cold. All of a sudden, everything came together. Why were their bodies decayed to varying degrees, but their heads were intact as if they had been specially preserved? They had a shaky smile on their faces, and they called out to Lily miserably.

There are ghosts in this world. In a sense, Lily is right beside me.

In the silent and deep night, there is a woman in nurse's uniform with a red ribbon tied on her hand.

In an instant, an endless fear filled with the unknown and the weird rose up, gradually spreading from the coccyx to the spinal cord, to the back of the neck, and then to the brain, slowly permeating my body like deep, cold well water.

The bubbles in the swamp of my heart were burst by the sharp needles, and the loud snapping sound brought a great shock.

Most people don’t understand the excitement that this kind of shocking fear brings to a horror writer. If I must say, I am happy, scared but happy. Immersed in this fear, I am the happiest horror writer in the world.

I felt the suffocating feeling in my heart with a blank expression until I was interrupted by a sharp question.

"Miss over there, this place is very dangerous, why are you here alone?"

"What does everything now have to do with you?"

A serious-looking man wearing glasses and formal clothes appeared at this strange midnight with a piece of white paper between his fingertips.

Kunikida Dopo looked at the woman with her head slightly tilted back and a distracted look with a wary look. He clenched the white paper in his hand, intending to mobilize Dopo Ginka immediately if he saw anything wrong.

It is obvious that this woman has a lot to do with the thousands of corpses that were dispatched tonight, and she is very likely the mastermind behind it. Such a terrifying supernatural power is very likely to be the secret weapon of some organization. What is the purpose of its appearance tonight?

This questioning brought me back to my senses. For a moment, I could only cover my chest and whisper with a slight sob, "It's terrible."

"This is horrible. Is this real?"

I lowered my head and asked him, with a hint of anticipation for the result.

"My beautiful lady must be scared, but it's true. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Are these all Miss's special abilities?"

The man next to me, whose exposed skin was all tied up with bandages, answered my question. There was neither fear nor doubt in his eyes, and his face was calm, as if he had seen through everything in front of him.

He was so calm, walking towards me slowly, his iris-colored eyes still revealing a hint of curiosity.

"You can't even let people rest in peace after death?"

I ignored his question and felt only frustrated.

"Why... aren't you afraid? Don't you think what you see is nightmarish and terrifying?"

"Oh, no. It's just that it's a bit strange to see corpses wandering around the streets, and the smell is not very pleasant. Miss, do you think this is scary?"

I was shocked!

I, a third-rate horror writer, was trampled upon! My face felt like it was slapped!

Although, as he said, there is nothing strange about the corpses, and those originally dilapidated bodies have been gradually repaired and are no longer very scary. However, I write about the atmosphere! You can never deny the terrifying scenes created by a horror story writer!

I'm angry!

In Dazai Osamu's eyes, the lady in nurse uniform opposite him looked injured and shocked, and all the corpses struggling to leave were silent for a moment.

It seems like a pain point has been touched.

"Yes," I finally said after a moment, "because it hasn't started yet."

"Why did they leave before the game even started?"

As soon as the words fell, all the corpses turned around and used their hands and feet to run towards here quickly in a strange posture. Even if they fell to the ground, hit their heads, and broke their legs, they still moved towards here with their bloody bodies, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

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"All the corpses began to move towards one location. The energy value of the destination location increased significantly. A mutant has appeared!"

At the base of the Special Powers Division, an inspector shouted loudly. Everyone looked at him in unison, with excitement and relief.

"Send a helicopter immediately!"

Sakaguchi Ango gave the order in a deep voice.

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"Kunikida!"

Dazai Osamu's face froze, he estimated the distance and raised his foot speed, at the same time calling out Kunikida Doppo's name.

“【Unique Singer】!”

After working together for so long, Kunikida Dopo understood what he meant. He used his special powers to turn the white paper in his hand into a gun and immediately pulled the trigger at the woman in the distance.

"bump!"

The bullet grazed the air and one of the bullets pierced her shoulder.