Chapter 43 Is it Xiao Ting?

"Could the woman locked in here... could it be Xiao Ting?" The thought simultaneously surfaced in everyone's mind, finally spoken aloud by Fatty.

Based on Yuan Xiaoyi's memory, Xiao Ting disappeared alone in this eerie medical building. Now, seeing such a gruesome sight, it's hard not to connect the two.

Wen Liangshan, who was about to enter with a brave face, was on the verge of tears. He seemed to see Xiao Ting's ghost waving at him from inside. His legs were shaking uncontrollably like noodles.

Until Jiang Cheng spoke, "Don't be afraid, the woman who was locked inside before is not Xiao Ting."

Wen Liangshan said with a mournful face, "Jiang-ge, you don't have to comfort me. I know you're worried that I won't go in, but I, Wen Liangshan, am a dignified seven-foot man. Even if I die, I want to die knowing why."

Without saying any more nonsense, Jiang Cheng explained, "Look, based on the degree of struggle, I think the chances of the woman inside surviving are very small."

"But Xiao Ting is different. She didn't die, she's just trapped here. Just like our mission says, we're here to save people. If people are dead, what's there to save?"

"So... there's no ghost of Xiao Ting inside?" Wen Liangshan seemed very concerned about this.

Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "Hurry up."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Wen Liangshan thought Jiang Cheng's words made sense. If people are dead, what's the point of saving them?

But he didn't seem to consider that whether there's a ghost inside has no necessary connection to whether Xiao Ting died inside.

The important thing is that someone did die here, and it was a woman with a lot of resentment.

Maybe it's not Xiao Ting, but would a different ghost not kill him?

Wen Liangshan was relatively thin. He held his phone in his left hand for light, then used his elbows to crawl inside, using his feet to push.

Jiang Cheng was ready to save him at any moment if anything changed.

The space inside was narrow, which made Wen Liangshan, who didn't have claustrophobia, feel very oppressed.

He didn't turn on the phone's flashlight, but used the screen's light for illumination.

"It's so cold, why does it feel colder and colder inside?" Wen Liangshan's muffled voice came from deep inside the morgue cabinet, sounding faintly distorted.

Fatty was nervously waiting, and casually said, "It's supposed to be cold, you're crawling into a morgue cabinet. If you want it hot, you have to find a crematorium."

Wen Liangshan couldn't help but cry.

"Did you find it?" Jiang Cheng asked with a frown. He could feel that the surroundings were getting more and more strange, as if a pair of eyes were lurking in the darkness.

"Foun... found it."

"Hurry up!" Huai Yi urged in a low voice.

Since they separated, they hadn't heard any news from the other team, which made them feel uneasy.

"What's the situation?" Wen Liangshan's voice suddenly sounded, much louder than before, "Jiang-ge, this... this has already been signed."

"Signed?" Fatty was stunned.

"Yes, it's... it's Shi Xiaoya! It's her name, I can see it clearly."

"Could it be that the other team came here in advance, so they signed their names?" Jiang Cheng thought to himself, but according to his guess, each floor here is strange and can be regarded as a small copy. No matter who signs the name among the two teams, it is equivalent to ending the copy of this floor.

But according to the current situation, the crisis on this floor has obviously not been resolved.

"Pull him out." Jiang Cheng and Huai Yi each grabbed one of Wen Liangshan's legs and dragged him out. Then Jiang Cheng crawled in.

The situation inside the morgue cabinet was more complicated than Jiang Cheng thought. Wen Liangshan alone definitely couldn't handle it. If they dragged it on for too long, everyone would die.

The inside was deeper than Jiang Cheng thought. After quickly crawling to the end, he found a blue folder at the end.

The first few pages had been turned over and had creases, only revealing the signature position.

The three characters Shi Xiaoya were written on it.

Jiang Cheng had seen Shi Xiaoya sign in the security room. After careful verification, he could confirm that it was Shi Xiaoya's handwriting.

But this raised a problem. Since Shi Xiaoya had been here and successfully left her signature, why had the crisis on this floor not been resolved?

Could there be a problem with the place where she signed?

He picked up the register and was about to check it again when a detail caught his eye. The piece of paper with Shi Xiaoya's signature seemed to be slightly wider than the other pages of the register.

Gradually, a bold guess formed in Jiang Cheng's mind. He gently pulled the paper with Shi Xiaoya's name on it.

The next second, the paper actually fell off.

It was like... it didn't originally belong to this register, but was inserted in the middle.

What was even more terrifying was that Jiang Cheng saw a few black characters at the top of the paper: Voluntary Body Donation Statement.

Signer: Shi Xiaoya.

Even Jiang Cheng was stunned by this shameless operation. They actually sandwiched the voluntary body donation statement in the middle of the register. Who could withstand this?

No wonder Shi Xiaoya clearly signed her name, but the crisis on the 4th floor still existed. She signed the statement for donating her body, what was the use of that?

Not that it was completely useless, at least Jiang Cheng thought she was probably doomed.

Picking up the signature book again, after carefully checking it, Jiang Cheng quickly signed his name and quickly withdrew from the morgue cabinet.

"It's resolved," Jiang Cheng said, "Hurry up and leave."

Along the way, Jiang Cheng briefly explained the situation inside to them. Fatty and Huai Yi were stunned. Fatty couldn't help but curse that these ghosts had lost their conscience and must be orphans or something, otherwise they wouldn't be able to come up with these insidious tricks.

Wen Liangshan was listening with great interest, but Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped talking.

Before leaving, Huai Yi also took a metal rod used to hook corpses. Although this thing was heavy, it was quite handy to use, and it could embolden him when he held it in his hand.

Sure enough, there were no obstacles this time when they left. The cold and gloomy aura that had been entrenched in the corridor also dissipated. Not far away, they saw a trolley parked in the corner, covered in rust.

It was the one that almost hit them before, but at this moment, with the end of the Room 9 paranormal event, the trolley also quieted down.

The stairs leading to the 5th floor were at the end of the corridor, different from the stairs they had taken before. These stairs were obviously older.

Moreover, the stairs only had the upward part, and there were no steps leading to the next floor. In front of the stairs, there were two iron rods.

The iron rods were covered in rust and were inserted into two large red plastic buckets, the kind commonly used in laboratories.

Looking closer, the buckets were filled with solidified cement mounds. The iron rods were on the left and right, just horizontally across the stairs, with many warning lines pulled in the middle.

They were dense and messy, like spider webs, making people's scalps tingle.