Morgue

I don't need to elaborate on how I was just a third-rate horror writer. Anyway, I suddenly found myself in a different world, so I won't mention the unpleasant things that happened in the past.

It is not easy to stand out as a horror story writer. Except for a few who can be deified, the rest are just shrimps in a dry pond, unable to make any waves. Every day, I am on the verge of being reported, and I will be criticized for some strange reasons, such as parents reporting and polluting the pure hearts of young children.

I have something to say about this.

Did I beg them to read it? I begged them not to read it! They didn’t even see the big sign that it was forbidden to read for those under 18 years old. Their rebellious mentality is too serious! I write articles and eat your rice. How can I make money if I am reported casually for doing such a small thing?

So when I suddenly found myself in a different world, I breathed a sigh of relief.

That’s great. For now, no one is standing on the moral high ground to tell me what to do.

Happy New World, let’s start writing! I picked up my pen, ready to write a story that will be passed down through the ages to stop children from crying at night.

As for other things, we'll talk about them later.

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The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the sea was flickering, and the waves were surging. The whole Yokohama was located on the vast seashore, like curled up in a baby's cradle, but there was no sweet dream.

There are only absurd horror stories one after another.

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Under the low bungalow, facing the dim candlelight, the black-haired woman knelt beside the table and wrote a few large characters solemnly and seriously.

Morgue

I had just written the title when I stopped and began to think.

No, isn't this name too straightforward, clichéd, and lacking in appeal? No, I'm just a third-rate online writer anyway, and I don't mind using bad plots. And this name is so good, it's basically "Forbidden to Read Under 12" in capital letters, what else can I be dissatisfied with?

Moreover, there is a strong sense of horror at first glance, and it has already begun to create the atmosphere for the main text!

【If a morgue is defined as a place where human corpses are stored, then every brick in the world is used to build a hospital.

Every hospital is quietly watching the moving bodies, waiting for their eternal rest.

It is a luxury to die in a morgue. Most of us will end up being exposed in the wilderness with our eyes eaten by crows, or in a coffin with the tender flesh on our faces eaten by ants. The morgue is square and peaceful, without the cries of crows or the howling of wild dogs. Even though our kidneys and livers may be removed and soaked in formalin for people to watch, it is better than being buried in the belly of a filthy creature for no reason.

But most people cannot understand my peace, nor do they know how serious death is. What if I were to suffer from ants gnawing at me while I was sleeping peacefully in the underworld?

I have heard that in ancient times, people would pour mercury into corpses to maintain immortality, or take out the internal organs and wrap the body with cloth strips. I wondered, wouldn't it be heavy? Wouldn't it be stuffy?

It would be better to soak in formalin, it’s easy, and I can still see my immortal body!

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This is a novella that I never finished writing. It died for various reasons. The final straw was when someone commented that he saw the teacher moving and twitching on the street at night, and he wanted to soak in formalin to gain eternal life. This left him with a serious psychological shadow.

The scariest thing is that quite a few people liked it.

I:......

Boss, hand me your pen, you write more stories than I do. Turn left when you go out, next door is the Resident Evil studio, they will definitely appreciate your talent as a screenwriter.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth in anger and continued writing:

[I met a woman with a red ribbon tied on her hand. At one glance, I knew that she had the same worries as me, but she was more clever. She tied the red ribbon unique to corpses in the morgue while she was still alive. She had already gained eternal life.

She is a woman worthy of me, and I will have an undying love.

......

We hugged.

Her body temperature gave me chills.

It's so cold.

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And then?

Then there is the author's malice, which is seriously weird and absurd. It can be called a morgue love story.

Let me show you my writing skills as a third-rate online writer. It's almost nothing, but it's scary enough.

Under my guidance, the protagonist will gradually discover some strange things.

The stench at the tip of my nose, the formalin in the storage room that was used up without much use, the opened medical utensils in the corner and the rotten meat in the trash can. This process is gradual and sudden. Many times, it is as disgusting and shocking as eating a bun and then being told that it is human flesh.

Even though it's a bad plot, I still wrote it in great detail, striving to bring out this absurd horror to the fullest.

[He gradually became thinner, and his originally pot-bellied body was almost reduced to a skeleton.

He asked her what happened.

"Hey, the formalin in the hospital is running out, so I found it here with you."

"Just cut off the rotten meat. What's the point of wasting resources?"

The woman untied the man's red ribbon. 】

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"Everyone, emergency!"

Nakajima Atsushi pushed open the door with the documents in his arms, raised the documents in his hand and shouted, "All the corpses near Yokohama have been resurrected!"

He was greeted by everyone's calm yet uneasy expressions.

"We understand." Kunikida Dopo pushed his glasses, motioned for him to sit down, and continued looking at the projection in front of him.

In the projection, it was Sakaguchi Ango with a solemn expression.

At this time, Nakajima Atsushi discovered that all members of the detective agency had already arrived at the scene. This was a rare emergency situation, which showed the seriousness of the situation.

As soon as he sat down, he heard Sakaguchi Ango in the projection speak: "Everyone, we know almost nothing about this incident, but the enemy will not give us time. What I want to say is that during the investigation, please do not wear red clothes, especially red silk."

"The body was unconscious, but extremely sensitive to the color red. It would attack and rob, and there were signs that it was heading to the hospital."

"It is now suspected to be a special virus. If it is not resolved as soon as possible, Yokohama is very likely to be closed down."

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Ah, perfection.

I put down my pen with a smile on my face, feeling my body gradually getting hot due to excitement. If you ask me what I am writing, I have a specific meaning in my mind, but maybe because it is too obscure, different people have different opinions.

None of this matters! Hooray for horror! I cheered and encouraged myself that one day I would be able to write a character like Tomie instead of using such a lame plot.

Next I started thinking about how I should handle this horror story.

If I send it to a publisher, it will definitely be rejected. Online fiction? I feel like the world is not very information-based. And writing is something that cannot be saved by changing to another world.

Please be tolerant of third-rate online writers and take good care of your own children, because she may not be able to afford food because of being reported many times.

Thinking of this, I sighed, and the joy in my heart faded a little. It was late at night, and the moon was hidden in the thin clouds, revealing a little hazy.

Forget it, the boat will straighten itself out when it reaches the bridgehead. Let’s go enjoy the moon!

I put on my shoes, opened the door and walked out. I didn't have any worries about the outside world. I felt a rare sense of peace. It was like walking from one house to another, giving me the same sense of security.

I opened the door, looked at the awkward red ribbon on my arm, and tilted my head.

Is this what I originally had?

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"Dazai, can't it be eliminated?"

Kunikida asked seriously, holding the gun in his right hand and looking at the chaos in front of him.

The already somewhat decayed corpse seemed to be searching for something. Its stiff body twitched forward like a puppet, unable to move.

"No. I won't touch them even if I can. They are real corpses and will stink."

Dazai Osamu said this with a look of disgust, causing a cross to appear on Kunikida Dopo's forehead.

"You guys, you're still talking about this kind of thing..."

Dazai Osamu shook his head seriously and said, "It is very important. After all, the stench of a corpse can never be washed away in a lifetime."

"Yes, is it?"

Kunikida was surprised.

"Yes, write it down quickly!"

In response, Kunikida wrote furiously, "The stench of a corpse will never be washed away in a lifetime..."

While he was still muttering, all the corpses began to show abnormal conditions.

"roar--"

Twisting and howling, they all began to flee as if facing some ferocious monster.

A strange smell of medicine spread everywhere, and those originally rotten things miraculously came to life.

Dazai Osamu looked ahead expressionlessly, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look.

There appeared a woman in a nurse's uniform with a red ribbon tied around her hands.