pozo profundo

Capítulo 81

"Why are you here?" Although I desperately wanted to see her, I still had to put on a brave face.

"Because you missed me!" That's her standard way of speaking, sometimes making people both laugh and cry, but that's my sister, and no one can replace her.

Lin Yao sat lightly on the windowsill. The sunlight streaming in shone perfectly on her long, wavy hair, creating a shimmering, iridescent glow. Her long, black hair, faintly luminous, cascaded over her white, fitted blazer, perfectly accentuating her figure. The slightly open blazer revealed a dark green lace-trimmed bra and light blue skinny jeans, making her look both playful and sexy. To be honest, in terms of style alone, my older sister seems to have a slight edge over Fang Lei. She always manages to make simple clothes look incredibly alluring and sexy.

"Hey, you're drooling!" Lin Yao gave me a hard shove, and I snapped out of my daze, asking blankly, "Where's the drool?"

"Silly!" My older sister gave me a loving look, then put the things in my hand on the table and said, "I know you only like skinless original chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes at KFC." As she spoke, she took out a chicken nugget, carefully removed the skin, took off the lid of the mashed potatoes, and carefully mixed it with a spoon for me.

I tilted my head and looked at Lin Yao in front of me. She seemed like my mother; a gentle, loving expression slowly spread across her face. I felt like I had become a child again, needing my mother's care for everything, indulging in her service. Perhaps this moment was ordinary, but it made me truly see her, feel her—my sister, of course, she really existed. Why would I need proof? It must be a side effect of the hypnosis just now. I smiled and shook my head; I wanted to forget all those chaotic thoughts.

"Eat up!" Lin Yao said to me while vigorously biting into the tomato sauce packet.

"Oh!" I nodded happily, but...? How did she know I like skinless original recipe chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes? We don't think we've ever eaten KFC together, have we? Did we? Did I forget? Oh well, never mind! Subconsciously, I didn't want to think about it anymore.

I had just finished one chicken nugget and was about to grab another when I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock. I looked down and realized it was already 11:40.

The person who pushed open the door was indeed Fang Lei, just as I had expected. Perhaps because she had never met her older sister before, Fang Lei was stunned for a moment.

"Fang Lei, you're back?" I happily stepped forward and took the lunchbox from her hand. This time I could finally introduce Fang Lei to my older sister, which would be like introducing her to the parents.

“This is my older sister, Lin Yao.” I pointed to my sister and then said to her, “This is my girlfriend, Fang Lei.”

"Y-you...hello!" Fang Lei's face turned red, and she lowered her head shyly.

"Hello." My older sister was very generous. She even stepped forward and leaned closer, asking Fang Lei in a low voice, as if she wanted me to hear, "Has my brother bullied you?"

"Huh?" Fang Lei glanced at me shyly and said, "Not yet."

"Really? When did you become so well-behaved?" My older sister made a face at me and said, "You'd better treat her well!"

"I know, you're so long-winded!" I deliberately rolled my eyes at her, but then I saw a strange look flash across her eyes—a look that seemed to be sadness, or perhaps a hint of resentment. Resentment towards whom? Me? I stared at her blankly, only to see a gentle smile bloom on her face. Was it just my imagination?

"Alright, now that your girlfriend's here, I can finally retire." My older sister gently patted my shoulder.

"Why are you leaving so soon?" I asked, a little reluctantly. "Let's stay a little longer."

"No, I have something to do." My older sister shook her head.

"Well..." I knew my older sister wouldn't change her mind, so I had to settle for second best and asked, "Then give me your contact information."

"13818080284." To my surprise, my older sister immediately gave me a phone number, saying, "This is the number on my new phone. Okay, goodbye."

Before I could even say a word, my older sister left the room, leaving me still desperately trying to remember that damn number.

"Is your sister always like this?" Fang Lei stood beside me, looking at me with great surprise, clearly finding the way my sister and I interacted a bit strange.

"She's always like this, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, you could call her the leader of the Dragon Cult." I hurriedly took out my phone to write down the number I had just received, and said to Fang Lei without looking up.

"Hehe, your sister is very beautiful," Fang Lei exclaimed.

"Of course!" I smiled a little proudly and said, "She's my older sister!"

“However…” Fang Lei suddenly paused, frowned, and seemed to have something to say but couldn’t.

"But what?" I asked curiously.

"It feels a bit unreal." Fang Lei seemed very serious, not like she was joking with me.

"How...how could this be?" I don't know why I felt a little guilty when I said this.

"Hmm!" Fang Lei suddenly wrinkled her nose childishly and said, "Maybe it's because she's too beautiful!"

"Hehe!" I touched Fang Lei's face with ill intent, pretending to be mischievous, and said, "Don't worry, you're the most beautiful in my heart, that's enough."

"You!" Fang Lei slapped my hand away and said, "You're injured like this and you still won't behave!"

"But you like it!" I proudly raised my head, which resulted in a "beating" from the beautiful woman. Of course, given that I was still recovering from my injury, the beating was very gentle.

While we were playfully bickering, the door was violently flung open by Li Yang, this supposedly reckless guy from a humble background. At that moment, Fang Lei and I were rolling around on the bed in an extremely intimate position, with Fang Lei's body completely on top of mine, and my left hand, which was still mobile, was very inadvertently resting on her slender waist.

"Hey! Sorry, you guys continue! Continue!" Li Yang grinned lewdly, and I wanted to throw the pillow off his face.

"Continue my foot!" I sat up in bed, while Fang Lei had already jumped off me and stood obediently to the side, touching her hair.

"Hehe!" Li Yang's face clearly said, "I understand everything." He closed the door, seemingly trying to suppress a laugh, and said, "I just went to see Juanzi."

"How is it? Any news?" Fang Lei's composure was indeed remarkable; she asked calmly.

“Well,” Li Yang said, his smile fading. “Juanzi said that twenty years ago, before those two murders, someone did indeed die at this school!”

"Oh? Who is it?" I asked hastily.

“She was also a female student at this school, but she died of illness, apparently from heart disease,” Li Yang replied.

"Heart disease? He died of this disease at such a young age?" I found it strange.

“I heard he’s had this illness since he was a child,” Li Yang replied.

"Where did she die?" Fang Lei suddenly asked.

“Right here,” Li Yang said.

"Here?" I felt a bit chilly.

“This place was originally a graduate student dormitory twenty years ago,” Li Yang replied. “Although no one doubts her cause of death, Juanzi said that there were rumors at the time that she had turned into a corpse in the hospital.”

"A zombie apocalypse?" Fang Lei and I exclaimed simultaneously. In that instant, I suddenly saw a figure in a blue dress flash before my eyes, along with a pair of resentful eyes…

Volume 3: Delicacies of Hell, Chapter 18: Corpse Transformation

Volume 3: Delicacies of Hell, Chapter 18: Corpse Transformation

The old man before me had cloudy, lifeless eyes, and wrinkles on his face hung down on his skull like the peel of a dried orange. His entire body seemed to be nothing but an old man's skin. Combined with the dim light of the morgue and the chilling air from the frozen corpse, it sent shivers down my spine.

To investigate the corpse transformation Juanzi mentioned, Fang Lei, after my repeated insistence, finally allowed me to accompany her to the affiliated hospital located west of the school, while Li Yang continued his investigation within the school. Looking at the old man who seemed to be suffering from dementia, I began to feel that our investigation was unlikely to yield any results.

"What are you doing here?" the old man asked, glancing at us sideways.

"Hello, sir!" I said politely, trying to strike up a conversation.

"What?" The old man seemed very impatient.

"So... how long have you been working as a guard here?" I asked.

"Why are you asking this?" The old man still seemed indifferent.

"Uncle!" Fang Lei called out sweetly. Sure enough, with a beautiful woman in charge, the old man's indifferent gaze gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind and smiling face, which almost made me fall to the ground on the spot.

"Young man, learn from this young lady; you should address the elderly with a sweeter tone!"

"..." The old man's words made me choke on my own saliva again. But for the sake of the investigation, I could only stand aside and smile foolishly.

"Speak, what do you want?" the old man asked.

"Uncle, may I ask your surname?" Fang Lei wasn't in a hurry to ask about the corpse transformation from back then.

"What's your surname? I don't understand. Everyone just calls me Lao Yu," Lao Yu waved his hand and said.

"Uncle Yu, we'd like to ask you about something," Fang Lei said.

"What's the matter?" Lao Yu asked.

“Yes…” Fang Lei glanced at me and said, “It’s about a girl named Jiang Mei from ** University twenty years ago.”

"Her?" Old Yu's expression suddenly became very strange. After looking us up and down, he said, "It's been so long, I don't remember."

"But..." I was about to say something when Fang Lei grabbed my arm.

“Uncle Yu, I know you must still remember, right?” Fang Lei’s soft words seemed to have a hypnotic power, slowly dissolving Old Yu’s guarded expression. First came fear, then helplessness, and finally, he sighed heavily and said, “Of course I remember that girl.”

"How pitiful!" Old Yu shook his head with unusual sadness and said, "He died so young, and even became a zombie after death."

"It really turned into a zombie?" I was a little surprised. I thought Juanzi was just making things up, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"So... what was the situation like back then?" Fang Lei asked with concern.

"Back then?" Old Yu sighed again, glanced at us thoughtfully, and finally began to slowly recount that past event...

The early autumn of that year was particularly cold, as if winter had arrived early, bringing with it a chill that seemed to plunder everything. That night, it wasn't actually Lao Yu on the night shift; someone else had a last-minute family emergency and swapped shifts with him.

At night, only one light bulb in the corridor was still illuminating the basement. In the hazy, yellowish light, Lao Yu had already reached the door of the morgue and was about to go back to the duty room to sleep. But strangely, just as he passed the door, Lao Yu seemed to hear a sound. What was it? Lao Yu couldn't describe it. It sounded like a woman's sigh, or like a very low breathing sound.

This made Lao Yu straighten his back immediately. At this time, there could hardly be any living people in the morgue. A tingling, cramping sensation made Lao Yu's legs tremble slightly.

The sound was faint, but in the quiet night it sounded as if it were right next to your ear. Old Yu's hand unconsciously rested on the morgue door.

Whether it was the air conditioning in the morgue or the wind in the corridor, Lao Yu suddenly felt very cold. The chill came from all directions, and the darkness outside the yellowish light was now like surging air currents, fluctuating strangely.

Perhaps because he had lived to a ripe old age and was usually in charge of the morgue, Old Yu was much bolder than the average person. He gently pushed open the door, trying to make as little noise as possible, but the old door still creaked and groaned, like mice gnawing on flesh and bones, or like bones rubbing against each other.

In the dim light, the white sheets covering the corpses in the morgue were glaringly obvious. Beneath each white sheet lay stiff, lifeless bodies. Old Yu walked in with a trembling heart. He saw that the white sheet on the outermost bed had been partially lifted, revealing the head of a corpse. It was a very young face, but the once delicate features were now slightly tinged with black, the cheeks were sunken, and the eyes were half-open.

"Is it her?" Old Yu recognized the body. She'd just been brought in this morning, a graduate student from ** University, who had died of heart disease. What a pity! Old Yu sighed. So young, so highly educated, yet she couldn't withstand the torment of illness. That's why she died so unwillingly, her eyes unable to close completely in death.

Thinking of this, Lao Yu's fear was overtaken by sympathy, and he went over to cover the white sheet again. In that instant, the deceased's hand suddenly twitched and reached for Lao Yu's hand, startling Lao Yu so much that he quickly took a step back.

"Ouch!" Old Yu accidentally bumped into a bed behind him. Upon closer inspection, the deceased was still, as if it had just been his imagination. However, the deceased's hand was now on his chest, which made Old Yu break out in a cold sweat.

As usual, Lao Yu had seen many cases of unconscious convulsions after death; that was just neurons still functioning. But for some reason, Lao Yu felt that something was off about this corpse today, a vague sense of malevolence emanating from it. Something was wrong! Lao Yu shook his head, then suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to walk towards his duty room.

The duty room was actually at the other end of the corridor, usually a walk of only a minute, but today it felt unusually long to Lao Yu, as if centuries would pass before he reached it. The ceiling of the corridor was very high, but now it suddenly seemed very low to Lao Yu, as if it were pressing down on his forehead. The oppressive feeling made Lao Yu feel flustered, and the slurping sound of his shoes on the floor became a continuous echo, like the snickering of little devils.

His vision began to sway, as if he were on a small boat tossed about in a storm. Lao Yu suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, his stomach churning in his throat. His steps became like a drunkard's slithering.

Almost gritting his teeth, Lao Yu finally rushed into the duty room and frantically searched through the drawers, finally finding a yellow talisman folded into a triangle at the very bottom.

"Thank goodness!" Old Yu clutched the object tightly in his hand as if he had grasped a lifeline. It was a blessed talisman that his wife had specially obtained from a temple, saying it could ward off evil spirits. He never expected that something he had kept for several years would finally come in handy.

Old Yu squeezed the talisman in his hand, feeling his palms were already sweaty. Yet, a strange sensation compelled him to leave the duty room and head towards the morgue. The closer he got to the morgue, the hotter the talisman became, until it was almost as hot as iron, burning painfully. But Old Yu didn't let go.

As soon as he reached the door of the morgue, Lao Yu felt a wisp of cold air wafting out from under the door...

The door opened by itself without being pushed...

In the dim light, the white sheet that had been on the bed was now pulled back; the body was gone…

Old Yu's feet moved on their own, and he went inside. In the corner, something was slowly wriggling. It was a human body, a naked woman's body. Her skin was so white it seemed to glow. Old Yu could clearly see every inch of her skin, but at this moment, he didn't feel any lust, but rather immense fear. This was because the woman's wide-open eyes didn't have black pupils at all; instead, two white eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, staring intently at Old Yu.

"Hua...hua..." The woman seemed to have something in her mouth, and something was stuck in her throat, as she struggled to utter a few words that Lao Yu couldn't understand at all.

"You...you stay away!" Old Yu pointed the talisman at the woman, but after slowing down slightly, she crawled towards him again. However, she was like a baby who had just learned to crawl, always crawling a few steps and then falling to the ground, before getting up again and continuing to crawl towards Old Yu.

"You...you...you!" Old Yu's brain had completely stopped functioning, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably. Could this be what his colleagues called a zombie resurrection?