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[57: Although, this is a bit scary, a corpse pulled out of the freezer is still alive...]

[20: I feel okay?This must be the other doctor. ]

[19: Doctor 1.But I said earlier that I need to find a doctor, and now the doctor is here, and the plot is suddenly progressing so smoothly, which makes me a little skeptical...]

[03: No way, no way, there isn’t a real fan of Qin Fuyun here?Didn't anyone cut her perspective in the last round?They found a note in 405 that said morgue locker 12.No one really thinks that she is lucky enough to find an NPC with just a touch, right? ]

[39:? ? ?So Qin Fuyun just hid the clues and didn't say anything?As far as this character is concerned, are you ashamed to talk about our family Tangtang?It really pissed me off! ]

As for Qin Fuyun's ability to accurately open the "treasure box" as soon as he came up, Fu Qitang also had some guesses in his mind.

Seeing the bullet screen now, it can be regarded as confirming this guess.

"Is there any difference between whether I say it or not? Anyway, you will object to whatever you say." Qin Fuyun sneered.

"You don't need to talk to me like this, it sounds like a young couple is arguing," Fu Qitang said helplessly, "Since it has reached the point where the words are not speculative, let's save the effort of talking."

As he spoke, he looked down at the man lying in the morgue.

This person looks younger than the sword-browed man, in his 20s, with a cropped head, dark skin, and also wearing a white T-shirt and white pants.Probably because of lying in a small place all the time, the clothes all over his body became crumpled.

Qin Fuyun glared at Fu Qitang, walked over and checked the inch-cut man quickly, but found no wound.

Apparently, he was the same as the sword-browed man. Both of them entered the hospital after midnight on the 4th, and immediately discovered that something had happened in the hospital. They hid themselves, and then passed out for some unknown reason.

Qin Fuyun thought that he would find clues like the dean's diary from the short-haired man, so he searched very carefully.Even rolled up the cropped man's clothes in case something was sewn inside.

But nothing.

"...Impossible, since he is here, the clues belonging to him must not be too far away. It is impossible for players to find things without a clue on the train." Qin Fuyun murmured.

She suddenly thought of something, walked up to him and stretched her hand through the short-haired man's armpit, half dragging and half hugging him, trying to drag him out of the corpse.

Fu Qitang also understood that Qin Fuyun thought that the clue might be hidden under the inch-headed man, or simply behind him.After all, no one stipulates that only the mother-in-law can tattoo her son, right?What if the inch-headed man not only has an inch-shaped head, but also has tattoos all over his back?

Seeing that Qin Fuyun was struggling to hold the inch-headed man, Fu Qitang took a look at Gong Zijun.

Gong Zijun was still in his usual state, standing on the spot with his arms folded, exuding a lazy aura from his whole body, obviously he didn't have the slightest intention to lend a helping hand.

The moment Qin Fuyun was about to drag the inch-cut man out of the corpse, a violent shaking came again.

This time even the barrage felt incredible.

[21: Another earthquake?It's already been twice... and both of them bet a hundred points when they found the NPC... Uh, I don't want to gamble anymore, there must be something wrong anyway]

[05: Hahaha, there are no points upstairs, I changed my words halfway, and died laughing. ]

[49: There is indeed a problem, but what is the problem?Is it a friendly reminder from the train, congratulations on finding important people? ]

The earthquake came suddenly, Qin Fuyun dragged a man who was much taller than himself, and it was already very difficult, but he was caught off guard and staggered a few steps, almost falling down.

Although Fu Qitang bothered her, he stretched out his hand to help out of politeness, but he did not touch Qin Fuyun, but helped stabilize the body of the inch-headed man.

He and Qin Fuyun didn't get along very well, and their ideas and personalities didn't match. It's best to part ways and stop contacting them, but that's all after leaving the dungeon.

Since both parties are still in the dungeon now, there is really no need to make it like elementary school students quarreling and ignoring each other.

But the problem is that he thinks so, but Qin Fuyun doesn't.

Qin Fuyun vigilantly moved the inch-cut man in his arms to prevent Fu Qitang from touching him. The corners of his mouth twitched with a hint of sarcasm, "You found that NPC before, and you didn't let me touch it. I have nothing to say, but this one is I found it, please be more conscious."

"Oh, then you can do whatever you want." Fu Qitang shrugged indifferently, but when he retracted his hand, he realized something, and his expression changed slightly.

"What's the matter?" Gong Zijun, who had been watching him, came over, and poured out his warm breath into his ears.

"This person is hot." Fu Qitang whispered, unaware that he was used to talking so intimately with Gong Zijun, with their heads touching each other like two small animals.

Gong Zijun let out a "hmm", but there was no surprise, and raised his chin to signal Fu Qitang to look towards the bottom of the wall.

"The power supply of this refrigerator has been cut off." Fu Qitang said, "It seems that this person is very thoughtful."

While the two were talking, Qin Fuyun finally dragged the inch-cropped man out of the corpse. Her arms were sore, and her movements were not as careful as at the beginning. Finally, she simply let go, and the inch-cropped man fell to the ground in an instant.

Gululu——

A pen rolled out from nowhere, and it just rolled to Fu Qitang's feet.

Fu Qitang picked it up and looked at it, then took off the cap of the pen and tried it on his hand, "Function pen, there is no water yet." He said and handed it to Gong Zijun.

After checking that there was no notebook or anything left inside the corpse drawer, Qin Fuyun raised his head and looked at the two of them silently, pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but continued to look for what he wanted.

Now she is even more sure that the cropped man definitely left clues, otherwise why is he carrying a pen with him?

Just where will it be?

Qin Fuyun looked around anxiously.

Holding the fountain pen that Fu Qitang handed over, Gong Zijun turned it over and over to look at it, and suddenly smiled, pulled Fu Qitang's hand over, and wrote and drew on it with a chic movement.

Feeling the soft pen tip sweeping over his wrist, Fu Qitang felt itchy, and was about to retract his hand when he was held down.

"Don't move around." Gong Zijun said with a smile.

"What are you doing, do you want to draw me a watch?" Fu Qitang was a little dumbfounded, "Then draw an expensive one, I don't want cheap ones."

Gong Zijun gave a confident "Yes", finished the last two strokes, held Fu Qitang's hand and nodded in satisfaction, "It looks good."

"It's so beautiful, why can't I see anything?" Fu Qitang said.

"Look again."

"I can't look at it again. It's not the emperor's watch. Only smart people can..."

Halfway through the speech, Fu Qitang came to his senses suddenly, and blinked slowly at Shanggong Zijun's smiling eyes, "Is it true that only smart people can see?"

Gong Zijun smiled without saying a word.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds in such a gloomy and terrifying place like the morgue, and then they invariably moved their gazes to the drawn corpse drawer.

The dozen or so mortuary cabinets in the morgue are common three-drawer cabinets on the market, that is, there are three corpse drawers in total. The overall length is 2.7 meters and the width is 0.93 meters. 2.1 meters.Therefore, the height of each corpse drawer is correspondingly higher.

For the dead, it doesn’t matter if it’s wide or not, but for the living, if the height is high enough, not only can they turn over inside, but they can also use the pen they carry with them to write on the top of the corpse drawer.

"To be honest, I don't really want to go in." Fu Qitang touched his nose and said sincerely, "But I don't want you to go in either...how about rock-paper-scissors?"

"No matter what you do, I will lose."

Gong Zijun smiled, rubbed his head, and then walked into the opened corpse drawer, and lay down on his back with his head turned outwards and his feet turned inwards, as the inch-haired man was at the beginning.

He looked up at Fu Qitang, and found that despite this angle, this person was still very good-looking.

"Brother Xiaotang, close the door for me."

At the moment when the light faded and darkness and suffocation swept up, Gong Zijun opened his eyes in the narrow corpse compartment, and he saw a fluorescent light flashing above his head.

Large chunks of crooked text are close together, showing that the pen holder must have been in a very uncomfortable environment when writing this text.

Gong Zijun just glanced at it, and couldn't help but let out a questioning syllable from his nasal cavity.

"Interesting..." He whispered, and then took out a prop phone that he hadn't used for a long time, and took pictures of all these.

[51: Ah this]

[37: ... what is this?Participate in the farewell ceremony for Comrade Mad Wolf's body online? ]

[10: We are gathered here today to commemorate our mutual friend, former copy record holder, king of supernatural films...? ]

[44: No, my father is gone QAQ]

[19:? ? ? ? ? ? ]

[36: Hahaha, I laughed so hard, how could it be like this, the ten-year-old fan of Crazy Wolf upstairs exploded]

[08: I think Qin Fuyun is about to burst]

Qin Fuyun really did not expect such an operation to exist.

She stared dumbfounded at Gong Zijun lying down, and then Fu Qitang leaned over and held his hand and said a few words, if not for the smiles on their faces, it seemed that they really came to attend the farewell ceremony for the dead body.

Then Fu Qitang raised his hand, and gracefully pushed Gong Zijun into the mortuary.

If the situation didn't allow it, would Qin Fuyun really want to be with the barrage? ? ?

After waiting for a while, there was a knuckle knocking sound from the corpse, obviously Gong Zijun had discovered something, signaling Fu Qitang outside to pull him out.

Fu Qitang bent down, couldn't help laughing when he grabbed the handle of the corpse drawer, and muttered softly: "I don't know if this counts as a surprise when opening the lid."

The corpse drawer was opened, but Gong Zijun didn't get up immediately, but lay down firmly inside.

"Get up." Fu Qitang knelt down and called him.

Gong Zijun half-closed his eyes, smiling happily, "Maybe you should try kissing me?"

"From the emperor's new clothes to Snow White, it seems that you are also a five-year-old Gong Zijun today." Fu Qitang also smiled, reaching out to pat his face, "Childish!"

Not taking advantage, Gong Zijun had no choice but to turn over and sit up, but looked at Fu Qitang meaningfully and said, "Old rules, I'll put it on your account first."

"Remember it, remember it," Fu Qitang waved his hand brokenly, and asked again, "How is it, what did you find in it?"

"A new story."

"What?" Fu Qitang was surprised, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"A new story," Gong Zijun said. He glanced at the cropped man who was still in a coma, and there was some interest in his indifferent tone. "This person we thought was a doctor, he called himself... Wen Chuanhe."