Chapter 694: Chapter 540: Morgue_2
The situation now was, the door was locked, he could not get out, he had to deal with this ghost in the morgue and survive by any means necessary.
"Does this ’Hu’ have any more weaknesses, tell me!" He took out his cellphone to text the rag doll, as Yang Xiao was facing a dire situation now.
"Let me think..."
"The door is locked, we can’t leave now, if I feel I’m about to be caught, I’ll definitely throw you out first to take the bullet!" This statement wasn’t a threat, Yang Xiao was indeed planning to do just that, he even suspected that the so-called finding a body was a scam.
"Wait, I’ve figured it out!" Suddenly a line of text appeared on the screen, "It’s the shadow, ’Hu’ has a shadow!"
"Shadow..." Yang Xiao immediately thought of the two times he had escaped by running towards the lighted areas, perhaps it was related, this ghost didn’t dare to expose itself under the light, because it would leave a shadow, and the shadow was its biggest flaw!
The new information was exhilarating, yet the authenticity of this information still needed to be verified. Unknowingly, the burnt smell around him gradually intensified again, the ghost relentless, had returned.
This time Yang Xiao still chose to walk the path with the best lighting in the center, but differently, he slowed down his pace, observing as he walked, especially near the walls and the morgue cabinets where it was very dark.
Just as the burnt smell became intense, Yang Xiao suddenly stopped, turning his head to the right where the morgue cabinets were. On top of the cabinets was a very small, old-fashioned lamp emitting green light, and at that moment, a dark shadow cast by the faint light slowly moved towards the depths of the morgue.
The shadow was extremely thin and distorted, completely unrecognizable as a person. Seconds later, the shadow moved out of the light range and went back into hiding in the darkness.
This scene sent chills all over Yang Xiao’s body, what the rag doll said was true, this ghost couldn’t be exposed to the light or it would leave a shadow, and that’s why every time Yang Xiao took the central path, he never encountered the ghost.
Confirming this was a great help for Yang Xiao, after checking again that the iron door couldn’t be opened, he immediately turned around, positioned himself under a light at the very center of the morgue while the burnt smell was not too intense yet. At this spot right under a lamp, it was the brightest place in the entire morgue, and within a radius of several meters around him everything could be seen clearly.
A minute later, the burnt smell approached again, but it stopped after reaching a certain intensity. Yang Xiao felt relieved, the ghost had recognized his position, but it hesitated to approach and kill him because it feared the light!
However, the next second, Yang Xiao’s assumption was overturned, he watched as a distorted shadow appeared at the edge of the light circle, silently inching towards him.
It wasn’t the light it feared, this ghost simply didn’t like to leave a shadow under the light. Besides, except for particular places like the morgue, most rooms in this hospital were well-lit, as were the corridors, yet this ghost could still appear and kill.
Furthermore, Yang Xiao noticed that the ghost’s shadow was very faint, like a wisp of blue smoke, easy to overlook if one was not careful.
Although he had detected the ghost’s presence, Yang Xiao didn’t immediately run; he was calculating the ghost’s speed, waiting for its full shadow to be revealed under the light before he started to run, though not far, just from one lamp to another.
By visually estimating from a close distance, Yang Xiao roughly calculated the movement speed of the ghost; it was much slower than that of an ordinary person walking, which meant he could cope with it, at least for a short while.
But under the current circumstances, escaping on his own seemed impossible, he needed reinforcements, someone who could help him open the iron door from the outside.
Taking out his cellphone, he entered the number from his memory and decisively sent a distress text to Qu Muzhi, informing him that he was trapped by a ghost in the morgue on the lower first floor, and he detailed the ghost’s identity, characteristics, and weaknesses. With this detailed information and Qu Muzhi’s capabilities, saving him wouldn’t be difficult, as long as he was willing.
After sending the message, Yang Xiao stared at his phone, eagerly waiting. About half a minute later, he received Qu Muzhi’s reply, which consisted of just two words:
"Wait for me."
This scene touched Yang Xiao deeply, reliable as always, his own brother. He decided then, from today onward, the title of Rongcheng’s number one captain would be given to Captain Qu.
With reinforcements, Yang Xiao felt more confident, and his legs no longer felt weak; even his back straightened a lot. He decided to continue dealing with the Ghost.
After several attempts, Yang Xiao became adept at handling the Ghost, but soon the situation changed. After changing positions again, Yang Xiao waited a full three minutes, but the Ghost seemed to have disappeared and did not reappear.
No, that wasn’t right. It left no shadow, but the smell it emitted was still present and was becoming stronger... a pungent burning odor.
This scene instinctively unsettled Yang Xiao. He had never experienced such a concentrated burning smell before, which meant the Ghost was very, very close, much closer than any safe distance previously, yet now, he still couldn’t locate it!
Yang Xiao stood at the center, constantly turning, looking at the ground around him, but he still couldn’t find any trace of the Ghost. Shadows don’t just disappear without reason; it must be hiding, and it was still moving closer to him. This was truly terrifying!
"Where is it?"
"Where on earth is it hiding?!"
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck Yang Xiao. He looked up sharply, gazing at the ceiling. The light above was still dimly lit, but since the lamp hung down from a wire, a large dark area on the ceiling remained unlit, appearing dim and gloomy.
"Dark under the light!!"
Yang Xiao immediately realized that the Ghost was likely hiding in the darkness on the ceiling, hanging upside down like a gecko with its limbs!
Without any hesitation, Yang Xiao immediately dashed toward another nearby lamp. Almost instantly, he heard a "bang" behind him—a gurney with a rag doll lying on it seemed to be heavily struck, flipping over completely.
At the same time, Yang Xiao stopped, turned back, and couldn’t help but widen his eyes. At his previous position, a twisted dark shadow was left behind. The flipped gurney was a ghastly sight; an inexplicable handprint burned into the white cloth covering the rag doll, with long, slender fingers, each twice the length of a normal human’s, clearly a ghostly hand!
The iron rack on the other side was also twisted, as if it was melted by high heat, and dark hand prints could be seen on it.
The Ghost had silently crawled over the ceiling above Yang Xiao and then jumped down with both hands spread out.
Thinking of all these events, Yang Xiao felt a chill all over his body. He was just a bit, just a bit closer to being caught by the Ghost and burnt alive. He had underestimated this creature; this Ghost was different from the previous ones—it could also climb walls!
Damn it!!
The attack missed, and the shadow on the floor slowly retreated back into the surrounding darkness, disappearing once again.
At that moment, intense running sounds came from outside the door in the hallway, not the sound of the Frog Ghost’s boots, but the sound of a person running very quickly.
Qu Muzhi had finally arrived, which delighted Yang Xiao immensely. In the next second, the footsteps stopped outside the door, followed by "bang, bang"—the person outside was forcefully kicking the door.
"You can’t deny, Demon Rakshasa always makes a violent entrance!"
Yang Xiao greatly admired Qu Muzhi; when the door was kicked open, the footsteps rushed in instantly but then immediately stopped, merging with the silent backdrop.
The next second, before Yang Xiao could even speak to ask, a spine-chilling sound came from outside the door.
"Hai... hai hai..."
