Nightmare Attack

Chapter 690 Showroom

Chapter 690 Showroom

At this time, Jiang Cheng found a journal on his desk, the cover said "Anatomy and Clinical", which made Jiang Cheng instantly think of the two anatomy professors mentioned by Yuan Xiaoyi.

After that incident, the two professors seemed to have disappeared from the world. Not only did the students never see them again, even the college website removed their names.

Judging from the seal on the door, Jiangcheng is 8% sure that this is the former office of the two professors, but it was closed after the accident.

"Doctor." The fat man said in a pleasant voice, "Come and see, I found it!"

The fat man was standing in front of a small table left alone by the wall. There were several sheets of paper and a bottle of blue and black ink on the table. A registration book was pressed under the ink bottle.

Jiang Cheng picked it up to read, and found that it was almost exactly the same as the one he saw in the security room just now.

Jiang Cheng handed the book to the fat man, "You sign it."

It could be seen that the fat man had a physical resistance to signing on it, but because it was ordered by the doctor, he did not hesitate and quickly signed his name on it——Wang Fugui.

Then they didn't stay for long, they found the stairs on the other side and quickly came to the third floor.

Just after they arrived at the third floor, Huai Yi seemed to have sensed something, turned his head, looked at the stairs he had just passed, frowned and asked, "Did you hear any sound?"

Wen Liangshan swallowed and said, "I heard something before, could it be made by another group of people?"

"No." Huai Yi said in a deep voice: "Since we separated just now, we haven't heard the voice of another group of people. I suspect that this building will block our communication with each other, even if two people on the same floor We walked through the corridor, and we couldn’t hear the other party’s cries for help.”

"So scary?" Looking at Wen Liangshan's unseen appearance, it was obviously beyond his understanding.

This obviously means that even if one group of people is killed by a ghost, the other group not far away may still know nothing.

"It's not that scary, just take care of yourself." Jiang Cheng interrupted.

Huai Yi frowned slightly, but then Jiang Cheng patted him on the shoulder very naturally.

As soon as Huai Yi's eyes changed, he immediately understood that Jiang Cheng also agreed with his guess, and even he must have noticed that there was something following them in the darkness behind them.

But some guesses are fine if you know it yourself, don't say it, because speaking it out will not do any good except to make everyone more fearful.

Even if there is really something following them behind them, can they turn around now and fight desperately with that thing?

Now their only hope of survival is to get the signing done.

On the third floor, Yuan Xiaoyi specifically mentioned that at the end of the corridor on the third floor, there is a second specimen exhibition room, which displays many human specimens in transparent glass jars.

There is obviously no one in it, but it will make a strange "duk-duk" sound in the dead of night, as if someone is knocking on a glass jar with their hands.

And there is no need to clean inside, it is very clean.

Jiang Cheng guessed that the register on the third floor should be stored in this specimen showroom.

Now that they had a target, their speed was much faster. Jiang Cheng took pictures with his mobile phone on the wall at the front. After passing by one after another, they finally found this specimen showroom with strange stories circulating.

"Second Specimen Exhibition Room." The fat man said word by word to the words on the sign beside the door.

Wen Liangshan looked at the door, and said in a very strange tone: "You guys, look, this door is open."

It was only then that everyone noticed that the door of the showroom was ajar, as if a small gap had been intentionally left by someone, and when they got close, they could still feel the air-conditioning coming out of the gap.

This time, Jiang Cheng didn't force Wen Liangshan, but pushed the door open by himself.

After the flashlight shines inward, the scene that appears can't help but send chills down the spine.

Different organs are floating in the glass container, and under the influence of light, it looks more and more weird.

The original solution in the transparent glass tank also appeared filthy, with flocs surging back and forth in it, making one's scalp numb.

Several people from Jiangcheng walked into the room slowly, and their first impression was that there were no supernatural events happening here, which was a pity for the setting.

The entire showroom was much larger than they had imagined. It was divided into two exhibition halls, inside and outside. There were several rows of display shelves between each exhibition hall, which greatly restricted the view.

Even though time was running out now, Jiangcheng did not let everyone separate.

If we separate in this kind of place, Jiangcheng has a feeling that if we meet again, there will be more people coming out.

Quickly shuttled between the display racks, Jiang Cheng became more and more convinced that the register must be here.

After searching the outer showroom, they then entered the inner hall, but as soon as they stepped into the inner hall, the scene inside caught them by surprise.

Rows of broken arms and legs floated in glass containers, as if greeting uninvited guests like them.

"Strange, why are there so many hands and feet?" Huai Yi's voice was puzzled. Although he had never been to such a place, this is the specimen showroom of the medical school, and it is a place for students to directly observe the real specimens.

Normally speaking, a few of the same specimens are enough, but there are dozens of severed hands and feet here!

What do you want to do with such a large number? It doesn't feel like a medical school, but rather like coming to the warehouse of a murderer with a collection habit in foreign movies.

These are collections.

Others felt the same way. Finally, when they turned a corner and turned to the last row of the exhibition hall, Wen Liangshan, who was also lighting up with a flashlight, couldn't hold back and cried out.

"What the hell is your name!" Huai Yi pulled him over, and if the situation here didn't allow it, he would have to teach him a lesson.

Wen Liangshan fixed his eyes on the nearest glass jar, which was placed on a higher shelf, and a human head was soaked in it.

Jiang Cheng also shone the flashlight on the head, and the solution in the glass jar felt cloudy. After an unknown number of years, the head in the jar was still lifelike.

It was the head of a middle-aged woman with long black hair flowing. From Jiang Cheng's perspective, the pale muscles of the neck could be seen.

But fortunately, the human head closed its eyes, and its face was very peaceful.

As the light extended to the distance, the fat man's face became more and more ugly, and the display rack leaning against the wall was full of human heads.

The impact brought by this moment is unmatched by other specimens.

But at the same time, there is also good news. They found a small table opposite the human head display rack, which seemed to be placed here temporarily.

And on the table, there is a registration book.

This time Jiang Cheng bent down and signed his name on it.

After signing, the moment he raised his head, he inadvertently glanced at a glass jar containing a severed finger from the corner of his eye.

In the next second, his movements froze, and through the reflection of the glass jar, he saw more than a dozen human heads displayed on the shelf behind him, all of which opened their eyes.

(End of this chapter)