151: Snoring in the morgue? And grinding teeth? It's a zombie!

It was the middle of the night.

The hospital always had staff on duty every night.

Especially: the hospital's morgue attendants.

They had just learned that another patient had passed away on the operating table.

Xiao Li and Xiao Zhang, two young men who had only been hired for this position two months prior.

They put on their protective gear, grabbed the morgue keys... carefully and steadily placed the deceased's body onto the stretcher, and meticulously began moving downstairs.

Xiao Li yawned: "Not bad, the deceased's family didn't cause a scene at the hospital this time."

Xiao Zhang nodded: "Looks like the deceased's family were rich people. Rich people tend to have good manners."

"Oh... that's true!"

Xiao Li agreed: "I used to read web novels and got misled by some of those stories. Actually, wealthy people usually have a broad perspective... and their manners are quite good."

"Those types who deliberately pick fights, or try to break arms and legs just because they don't like you, are purely brainless..."

"Yep... And those who casually set off bombs or use cannons... they can't possibly have brains either!"

Xiao Zhang chimed in.

They looked at each other and smiled bitterly in unison: "Seriously, when are we going to become rich people?"

"I don't even dare tell people I'm a miserable morgue attendant!"

Xiao Li sighed: "How did you explain it to your family? I told my mom I'm a porter!"

Xiao Zhang nodded and cheered: "Holy crap! We think alike! I told them I was a porter too!"

"Hahahaha..."

The two burst into laughter, lamenting: "Jobs are hard to find now, and making quick money is even harder..."

"Although our current job isn't respectable, at least it pays several hundred yuan a day!"

"I heard that after we become permanent employees, it's 600 yuan for the day shift and 700 yuan for the night shift..."

If they calculated carefully, earning over ten thousand a month wasn't a dream!

The two had been working for exactly two months.

Although they worked the night shift every day and had to go in and out of the morgue constantly... when the salary hit their bank account, that feeling of being rich was truly awesome.

Xiao Li grinned foolishly whenever the topic of salary came up.

He immediately became full of anticipation for the future: "I'm changing girlfriends! As soon as I get paid this month, I'm changing!"

Xiao Zhang scratched his head, exclaiming in awe: "Damn, buddy, didn't you just get a new one last month?"

"Ugh... don't remind me. The one I bought last month leaked... I'm buying a new one when I get paid this month!"

Xiao Zhang: "..."

The two walked toward the morgue floor, chatting and bragging.

Before long, carrying the stretcher, they safely arrived.

"Old Man, don't be afraid, we'll make sure to place you where there are lots of 'people'."

"The world population is in the billions, and for you to run into us two brothers... that's fate!"

"When you reach the other side, please don't tell our grandpa-generation relatives anything strange, okay?"

"We were just joking earlier... those websites, those collections... they're all fake!"

As they neared the large iron door, Xiao Li, the chatterbox, started talking casually to the corpse.

Click... As soon as the morgue key was inserted into the keyhole, before they could even turn it, the large iron door slowly opened by itself... the internal lock cylinder hadn't moved at all.

Xiao Li gasped, "Holy crap," and looked at Xiao Zhang: "Buddy, didn't you lock the door last time?"

Xiao Zhang scratched his head, unable to recall: "How should I know? Doesn't this big iron door just shut instantly?"

"Could someone have been here..."

Xiao Li whispered: "Stop kidding yourself. Who the hell would come to the morgue for no reason?"

"This place is politely called the morgue, but less politely, it's the dead house!"

"Nobody comes during the day, so late at night... besides us, who else would come?"

Xiao Zhang racked his brain, trying hard to remember.

He recalled that when they left last time, they had shut the big iron door... because management strictly forbade leaving it open, and if they found the door unlocked, the attendants would have their wages docked.

In this day and age, who would mess with their money?

After a moment of thought, Xiao Zhang stated emphatically: "I can confirm, the door was absolutely locked last time!"

Xiao Li's eyebrow twitched slightly, and he speculated: "Living people wouldn't dare come... unless something inside..."

Xiao Zhang: "..."

It was pitch black all around, with cold breezes blowing... the moment those words were spoken, a wave of fear washed over them.

Initially... neither of them was actually a chatterbox.

The reason they talked so much was to distract themselves and psych themselves up.

Now, having talked themselves into this situation... Xiao Zhang coughed twice: "Buddy, stop messing around!"

"We've been doing this for two months, what kind of scene, what kind of corpse haven't we seen?"

"Has anyone we've carried in here ever stood up and walked out?"

"Impossible... stop imagining things!"

The two stopped worrying about whether the big iron door was locked.

Carrying the stretcher, they unanimously decided: when they got back, they definitely needed to binge-watch a few episodes of Makka Bakka Titi to stay awake!

Clack... Turning left, the two randomly arrived at the nearest cold storage room.

They turned on the light, and with the quickest, most practiced movements, pushed the deceased's body inside... Afterward, the two took a deep breath, and just as they were about to turn off the light and leave... Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The light inside the room began to flicker... Xiao Li cursed: "Damn it! They know this light has bad wiring, why won't anyone come replace it!?"

Xiao Zhang flipped the switch off with a 'clack': "Stop cursing... let's report it to management tomorrow."

The morgue and cold storage rooms were not managed by the hospital.

Fixing lights required reporting to the higher administration... *Hoo-hoo... Hoo-hoo...* The two closed the cold storage room door, just preparing to leave... when a deafening, perfectly rhythmic snoring sound rang out!

Instantly, Xiao Li and Xiao Zhang froze like statues!

Their faces were as pale as if they had applied foundation... even whiter than the deceased Old Man they had just brought in!

Xiao Li swallowed hard: "Buddy, my legs, my legs won't obey me!"

Xiao Zhang's scalp tingled: "This... how can there be snoring in the morgue!?"

The two tried to run but collapsed weakly onto the floor.

It could be said that for the past two months, every corpse that died during the night had been carried in by them.

Although they sometimes secretly critiqued the appearance of the deceased to muster courage... those were unintentional, offhand remarks!

If given another chance now, they would definitely say: handsome men and beautiful women!

But... can a corpse snore? Can a corpse breathe!?

Even in horror movies, this kind of thing is rare, right!?

Damn it... Is it really a zombie rising from the dead?

Xiao Li stammered, starting to speak haltingly: "Impossible... Corpses absolutely don't snore!"

"Maybe the window wasn't closed properly, it might be caused by the wind!"

Xiao Zhang thought the same: "Yes... it must be the wind, buddy, let's hurry up and leave!"

The two, who didn't want to stay down there for another second.

Supported each other.

Just as they stood up... *Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...* the sound of violent teeth grinding rang out!

"!!!"

The snoring, accompanied by the teeth grinding... "Don't go! Don't leave!"

"Everyone stay here and sleep together!"

"Comfortable, so comfortable..."

"Mmm, fragrant! Eating meat!"

Suddenly... a rough, powerful voice of sleep talk rang out.

At this moment!

The morgue night attendants, Xiao Li and Xiao Zhang... their legs gave out, and they collapsed onto the ground.

In the dark, they painfully crawled toward the exit... tears the size of beans streaming down their faces... invoking every deity they knew in this life: Taishang Laojun, God, Jesus, the Kitchen God... "Don't... don't kill me! I'm just a porter!"

"I don't want to stay and sleep! I don't!"

"Don't eat me... my meat doesn't taste good..."

"Mom, help!"