Working Records in a Weird World - 38

 

| WRIAWW | A Dog that Bites but Doesn't Bark | 38

Since Xue Heguang had already divided the group and assigned tasks to each team earlier, after leaving the operating room, the original three teams split into two groups. 

Zong Le followed the strength-type survivors to push the corpse to the seventh underground floor, while the others took the main hall elevators to other floors to receive new corpses.

In the elevator, Zong Le stared at the corpse covered with a white cloth in the middle, his eyes heavy with contemplation.

It was clear that this corpse had also had its organs forcibly removed. The terrified expression on the corpse's face and the dense array of restraints beside the operating table when they entered the room suggested that she was likely conscious or not given enough anesthesia when her organs were taken.

However, unlike the weird corpse, she didn’t manage to transform into a weird through endless pain and hatred.

The other survivors in the elevator clearly didn’t care about the lives of these NPCs. Only a few of the less courageous survivors moved slightly away from the disfigured corpse, but for the most part, they remained indifferent.

The old elevator descended too slowly, and with nothing to do, many people took out their phones and started browsing the forum to gather the latest information.

As they scrolled, someone noticed a newly refreshed post on the homepage and exclaimed.

“Holy crap, zombies have appeared in other departments!”

“Where?”

“Let me see... It’s in the nuclear medicine department above us. Unbelievable.”

“I hope the others in that department can successfully eliminate the zombies, or at least lock them up. The morgue is so close to us, it’d be bad if we got affected.”

Aside from these notification posts, most of the threads were informing all survivors about weirds appearing in certain buildings or survivors in certain departments provoking NPCs and getting arrested by security. 

Each piece of information was an answer gained through life-and-death experiences. Seeing the dire situations in other departments, the survivors couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow.

“Sigh, it doesn’t look much better in other departments. It hasn’t been long since the mission started, and almost every department already have deaths.”

“In that case, even though our department isn’t the strongest, at least we haven’t had any deaths yet.”

Little did they know, this statement was like setting up a flag.

At the same moment, chaos had already begun in the morgue.

The survivors of Team One were diligently carrying out their cleaning tasks. As initially speculated, due to the lack of proper cleaning tools, they had no choice but to select a few slender teammates, wrap them in plastic film, and stuff them into the mortuary cabinets to clean.

Although this option was met with unanimous disdain and reluctance at first, there was no better alternative, so they had to grit their teeth and go along with it. 

However, when they reached the fifth row, the survivor who went in to clean suddenly stiffened their legs and fell silent.

The survivor waiting outside quickly pulled them out, only to find the latter’s eyes wide open, trembling all over, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, with their fingertips starting to turn pale. No matter how much they shouted, there was no response.

"What's going on?!" The first team leader arrived promptly and quickly covered the unfortunate survivor's head.

As luck would have it, the leaders of all three teams were mediums specializing in mental abilities. With their perception activated and a thorough investigation, they could pinpoint the root of the problem.

"Such a powerful resentment from the deceased!" The leader put down the cover and walked over to the mortuary cabinet.

Sure enough, in her vision, a thick, ominous black mist was swirling deep within the mortuary cabinet, cold and foreboding.

The resentment of the deceased is a product left behind by those who died with resentment due to suffering injustice or torment during their lifetime. The conditions for its formation are extremely harsh.

If a living person rashly comes into contact with it, they can easily be affected by its magnetic field. In severe cases, it can even drag the living into the painful memories of the deceased, forcing them to experience the agony firsthand.

Which survivors here hasn't experience this? The leader was no stranger to dealing with the resentment of the deceased. However, such an intense resentment was indeed rare.

"In this situation, we can only wait for him to wake up on his own."

Fortunately, while the resentment of the deceased can cause severe mental contamination, it doesn't inflict any physical harm.

About ten minutes later, the survivor on the stretcher suddenly sat up like a carp leaping out of water, his eyes gradually regaining focus.

"What did you just see?" the leader asked eagerly.

The survivor's eyes darted around, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "I saw myself tied to an operating table, watching as my organs were removed. They didn't even leave me a single inch of intact skin..."

It was undoubtedly the resentment of the deceased.

At that moment, the second team leader, who was on a mission in another part of the morgue, hurriedly pushed open the door and said, "I came to deliver an urgent message. Director Yang keeps appearing and disappearing. We were just sorting the bodies over there when he suddenly appeared in the corridor, observing the situation through the glass. One of our team members, who wasn't very nimble, accidentally dropped a head, and he caught him red-handed. So, he locked the guy in the deformed corpse storage on the grounds that he was not careful in his work."

"The deformed corpse storage...? Isn't that where he said someone died just last week?"

"Exactly." After checking the forum, it seems almost every department has a place like a 'confinement room,' specifically used for capturing us, regardless of life or death."

And this time, it was a D-level who got caught.

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

At that moment, a scream echoed.

"Ah—"

A few minutes earlier, in front of the iron door.

A survivor was standing in front of the notice board, holding a phone, carefully reading every piece of information to ensure the intelligence was passed on. The other low-level members went to the mortuary cabinet to prepare to push out the frozen third corpse to be picked up from outside.

At that moment, the iron door was knocked on again.

Knock, knock, knock.

The D-level sitting there quickly snapped out of his daze and reached for the lever, Jiang Xueqin instinctively went to block it

"What are you doing?"

Lin Quan, questioned, looked utterly baffled: "Isn't someone knocking outside? It must be that weird who just finished filling out the form. I was going to bring it in."

"Then you shouldn’t be so careless. If you needed to retrieve the application form, you could’ve just opened the message slot. Why did you reach to open the corpse transport chute? There’s an A-level weird outside. What if it has ill intentions... Look, all the people here are C-level here. Wouldn't we just be delivering ourselves as prey?"

Facing the questioning from the only B-level survivor in the team, Lin Quan was filled with resentment.

Jiang Xueqin, who was more introverted and not used to commanding, was just a B-class herself. She was usually not the one to lead missions, so she was surprised when Xue Heguang pushed her into the role. She had no choice but to step up despite her reluctance.

Due to various reasons, she was a little flustered when assigning tasks just now.

 Although Lin Quan didn’t respect her, he still feared the authority of higher ranks, so he reluctantly put down the lever he was halfway through turning and instead pulled open the iron flap of the message slot.

Sure enough, the next second, a thin white application form was pushed in from outside.

"What do you know? That weird outside is all bark and no bite," Lin Quan said smugly, holding up the application form and pointing at the crooked handwriting on it. "See? The corpse is with us now. It wouldn’t dare to fill this out carelessly."

"That C-level guy who said his surname was Zong spoke to the weird outside in such a commanding tone, and it didn’t even dare to make a sound. I don’t know what you, a B-level, are so afraid of. You’re even more cowardly than us low-level survivors."

As he spoke, the survivors who had been tasked with moving the corpse returned.

The corpse, wrapped in a body bag and frozen, was like a long strip, resembling a popsicle. It fit perfectly through the square corpse transport chute on the iron wall.

"Um... how are we supposed to send the corpse out?" another D-level survivor asked, standing far from the iron wall, clearly terrified of the A-level weird outside.

"What are you afraid of? Give it to me!"

To prove his point, Lin Quan stood up, pulled the lever, and exposed the dark void outside. He grabbed the handle of the body bag and roughly shoved the corpse out.

"Huh? Where's the weird outside? Why aren’t they receiving it?"

Seeing Lin Quan’s arm extended into the void as the corpse remained unmoved, Jiang Xueqin’s pupils constricted.

"Wait, your arm—"

"Ahhh!!!"

Before she could finish, Lin Quan let out a blood-curdling scream.

When they looked again, the arm he had extended outside had been cleanly severed. The stump was a mangled mess, gushing with crimson blood.

The weird lurking in the darkness grinned, its mouth splitting wide. The fresh, delicious blood filled it with ecstasy.

It had hesitated outside for a long time, pausing deliberately, before finally confirming that the powerful presence from earlier was no longer there. Only then did it strike decisively.

Inside the iron wall, the survivors were thrown into chaos.

Jiang Xueqin reacted swiftly, using her flash ability to yank Lin Quan back. She turned her head and shouted, "Close the chute!"

The team member recording the data on the notice board happened to be standing by the lever and immediately rushed to comply.

The low-level survivors who had pushed the body bag rushed out and use all their strength. The movable iron flap slammed shut, and several layers of iron locks fell into place, completely sealing off the space inside and out.

Looking at Lin Quan, who was sitting on the ground, curled up in a ball, clutching his torn arm and wailing in pain, everyone exchanged glances, still seeing the lingering shock on each other's faces.

After a long while, someone finally spoke up, "What's going on? Wasn't the weird originally harmless?"

"A dog that bites doesn't bark. Intelligent weirds are cunning, it was probably pretending earlier."

"But it's an A-level weird. It could easily overpower all of us. Why would it pretend to be weak?"

This question was destined to remain unanswered.

No one could understand why, when that black-haired C-level was negotiating with the weird, nothing happened. But when it was Lin Quan, a D-level, the weird struck with full force.

"Maybe... when Senior Xue was still around earlier, and the weird outside was on par with him, so it didn't dare to act?"

A survivor timidly suggested, "And Lin Quan was just unlucky and ran into the line of fire?"

Although this speculation was a bit far-fetched, there was no more plausible explanation at the moment.

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