Resurrected

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She was the darling of the spotlight, the idol of millions of movie fans. She was the embodiment of Eastern feminine beauty, the most dazzling pearl in Asian cinema, an insurmountable peak in world cinema, and an unrepeatable legend in the history of film! Ms. Yuko, the only actress in human film history to win the Oscar, Cannes, and Berlin Film Festival Best Actress awards, tragically passed away in Beijing this afternoon at 3:15 PM due to a sudden incident. The world mourns her today!

At 6:30 PM, in the waiting hall of a Beijing hospital, a young man in a white coat leaned against the wall, craning his neck towards the entrance, occasionally glancing down at the phone in his hand.

At 6:40 PM, two well-dressed men entered the hospital waiting hall. They looked around the vast hall, their eyes scanning the space, finally spotting the young man in the white coat in a corner.

"Old Du!" one of the taller men waved repeatedly at Du Heng, and the two quickened their pace towards him.

Du Heng isn't actually old; today is his twenty-fifth birthday. The reason young Du Heng is called "Old Du" is because of his honesty. He's the kind of man who's so honest you won't utter a sound, so honest that people simply call him Old Du.

Today is Du Heng's birthday, but unfortunately, he has to work. He's the morgue attendant at this hospital. This job might sound creepy, but it's a three-shift job. Besides pushing corpses into the morgue and cleaning it, there's basically nothing else to do. The five or six thousand yuan a month is enough to support a family. Actually, that's not the main thing. The main thing is that Du Heng is very honest, and he's unwilling to put in any more effort for a living. This job, where all he does is push corpses around, perfectly satisfies Du Heng's needs, so he enjoys it immensely, even though it's his birthday, he doesn't want to change shifts.

He doesn't care about his own birthday, but his good friends do. Today, his good friends Haitao and Zhang Jin called him in the afternoon, asking him to throw him a special birthday party at his workplace.

Du Heng knew they were just looking for a place to have some fun, and by "have some fun," he meant that besides being childhood friends, the three of them shared a common hobby: drugs. And for Du Heng, who worked in the city's darkest, most secluded place, his morgue was the perfect place to use drugs.
Du Heng was honest, but that didn't mean honest people didn't use drugs, just like a woman who cheats isn't necessarily a bad wife and mother in people's eyes.

Sometimes, honest people do very dishonest things, and Du Heng was one of those honest people.

Zhang Jin called out Du Heng's name, pulling the fat Hai Tao along as they quickly walked over. The handsome Zhang Jin patted Du Heng on the shoulder and said, "Old Du, you've been waiting for us brothers, haven't you? Look what good stuff we brought you." As he spoke, Zhang Jin unzipped his bag, and Du Heng saw a bottle of fine Wuliangye liquor lying quietly inside.

Zhang Jin smiled mysteriously at Du Heng again, then gently moved the Wuliangye liquor aside, revealing a small plastic bag containing white powder.

Du Heng's eyes lit up at the sight of the powder, and he quickly zipped up Zhang Jin's backpack with a nervous expression. Although Zhang Jin and Hai Tao had slept with powder at Du Heng's place more than once, Du Heng always felt nervous and afraid whenever the two of them brought this substance to him. This time was no exception. Du Heng, looking tense, said to the two men, "Stop talking nonsense. The higher-ups are cracking down

hard these days. If I get caught, I'll lose my job." Hai Tao, standing to the side, laughed and said, "No matter how strict the crackdown, no one wants to search your pile of corpses. So your place is the safest place in this city."

Du Heng said helplessly, "I'll ruin you two sooner or later."

At this moment, Zhang Jin suddenly asked mysteriously, "Is the photo you sent us on WeChat just now that of Xi Zi?"

Du Heng's expression suddenly became somewhat smug. He pursed his lips and lowered his voice, saying, "It was just delivered when I took over my shift at four o'clock. It's going to be sent for autopsy tomorrow morning."

"So, Xi Zi's body will be left here overnight?" Hai Tao asked excitedly.

"Unless there are other circumstances, it should stay here with me overnight," Du Heng replied in a low voice.
Zhang Jin took out his phone, opened WeChat, and said to Du Heng, "Du Heng, is this the only picture you took? Are there any other really cool photos, like nude ones or something?"

Du Heng quickly shook his head in denial, saying, "I only took this one when I came in, and then I went out."
Hai Tao chuckled and shoved Du Heng's shoulder, saying, "Stop talking nonsense! With such a beautiful celebrity right in front of you, you wouldn't just take a picture of her face, would you?"

Du Heng blushed deeply at Hai Tao's words, waving his hands in denial. Hai Tao said to Zhang Jin with amusement, "Judging from this kid's secretly horny attitude, he definitely took pictures, and he took a lot of them." As he spoke, Hai Tao reached out to snatch the phone from Du Heng's hand.

Du Heng was so startled he almost screamed. He shoved Hai Tao aside and pointed at the hall, saying, "Keep your voice down, you bastard! Can't you see this hall is full of reporters digging up gossip? Be careful they don't find what's in your pockets and expose you!"

Zhang Jin and Du Heng glanced around and indeed found at least dozens of reporters in the hall, carrying long lenses and searching for targets. It seems celebrities are different; even after they die, there's still gossip to dig up.

Zhang Jin put his bag back on and asked, "Let's go to our usual spot for a drink. Consider it a birthday celebration for you, brothers."

Du Heng looked at the hall with some difficulty and said, "Not today. It's too damn special. The hospital's higher-ups are all here. I can't just leave like this." Zhang Jin took out the white powder from his bag and waved it in front of Du Heng, saying, "This is new stuff. It's hard to get. Don't blame me if you miss it."
The allure of drugs is endless. She was like a sexy pink skull; everyone who used her knew how terrifying she was, yet everyone was also tempted by her terror. Du Heng was just that kind of person—a man who appeared honest to outsiders, yet possessed an almost fanatical obsession with this white powder. Du Heng touched his nose, gritted his teeth, and said, "Inhaling the powder is fine, but we can't go upstairs today. I know a place outside."

At 6:50 PM, Du Heng led Zhang Jin and the other man to an open area behind the hospital. This was a corner of the hospital's inpatient ward, and almost no one else came here except for the cleaning lady who came every morning to collect the day's garbage.

Medical and household waste was piled up against the wall, and large, vertical garbage bins stood to one side of the entrance. As soon as they arrived, they smelled a foul odor of garbage.

Hai Tao wrinkled his nose and said, "Damn, are we going to enjoy this delicious food here?"

Du Heng nodded and said, "This is the safest place. Besides the cleaning staff dumping garbage here in the morning, only the sanitation company comes to clean up the garbage every Monday. Nobody else comes here."

Hai Tao looked at his watch and said to Zhang Jin, "It's already seven o'clock. I heard there's some big stuff at the nightclub in Yaocheng tonight. After we finish this, we can go there and have some fun!"

Urged by Hai Tao, Zhang Jin took out the Wuliangye liquor he had brought, and then took out three paper cups from his bag. He put the white powder into the paper cups, and then poured the high-proof Wuliangye into the three paper cups.

Zhang Jin very carefully stirred the liquor and drugs in the paper cups thoroughly, and then handed two of the glasses to Du Heng and Hai Tao who were waiting on the side.

Hai Tao picked up the paper cup, brought it to his lips, and inhaled the aroma with an air of ecstasy. His face immediately displayed an expression of blissful intoxication. He said, "This is indeed top-grade. Just smelling it is enough to make one drunk, without even drinking it." After saying that, he gently licked the cup, savored it for a while, and then tilted his head back and drank the poisoned wine in the cup dry.

Zhang Jin raised his glass to Du Heng and said, "Try this, it's worth almost a month's salary for you!"

Unlike Hai Tao, Du Heng wasn't intoxicated. He picked up the glass and drank the poisoned liquor in one gulp. The originally fragrant and spicy Wuliangye, when held in his mouth, had a faint sour taste, like liquefied MSG. Seemingly bland, it intensely stimulated every nerve in Du Heng's mouth, a stimulation even stronger than the fragrant baijiu. The fiery and fragrant baijiu couldn't mask this faint sour taste. It quickly spread throughout Du Heng's body through every nerve in his mouth, making him suddenly feel that his senses had surpassed the passage of time. He could even feel every moment the baijiu entered his body and flowed into his bloodstream in this pleasure. "Hoo!" Du Heng exhaled a long breath, a breath of intoxication in a dreamlike state.

Du Heng opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Jin and Hai Tao, who were equally enraptured, and excitedly said, "This is 'US dollars'?!"

Zhang Jin smiled slightly and said, "That's precisely why we wanted to share it with you."
Hai Tao leaned closer and put his arm around my shoulder, saying, "How about that, pretty awesome, right?"

Du Heng nodded excitedly and gave a thumbs up, saying, "Everyone says the US dollar version is top-notch, and today I've experienced it firsthand."

Hai Tao looked at the satisfied Du Heng and said, "Alright! Since you're so satisfied, it means we didn't waste your birthday celebration. Old Zhang, let's head over. The pretty girls in Yaocheng are waiting for us tonight." Hai Tao said, trying to pull Zhang Jin away.

But Zhang Jin didn't intend to leave; instead, he grabbed Hai Tao, who was about to leave. Hai Tao looked at Zhang Jin with some confusion and said, "Damn! This garbage dump smells good? Why don't you leave? Why do you want to keep smelling it?"

Zhang Jin ignored Hai Tao and instead smiled mysteriously at Du Heng, "Hey? What are you doing later?"

Du Heng looked at his watch and said, "It's 7:20 PM now. After I go up, I'll clean the morgue and then wait in the office for the shift handover at midnight."

Zhang Jin suddenly pulled Hai Tao close to Du Heng and said, "Hey kid, aren't you going up to see who's up there later?"

Du Heng asked with some doubt, "Who am I going to see?"

"Damn! Are you talking about Xi Zi's body? Why would I look at that? What's so interesting about a dead person?" Du Heng retorted rather discontentedly after realizing what Zhang Jin meant.

Zhang Jin punched Du Heng in the shoulder, sneering, "Don't pretend with me. That's Xi Zi lying up there, China's top female star, the darling of the world. You think you don't want to go up and take another look? Nobody believes you."

Du Heng rubbed his shoulder, which Zhang Jin had punched hard, and said, "Why do you ask that? It's just a corpse anyway. What's the point of looking at a dead person?"

Zhang Jin shouted, "What point? That's Xi Zi! You don't want to see her, but I do!"
Upon hearing Zhang Jin's words, Du Heng and Hai Tao... Everyone turned to look at Zhang Jin. Hai Tao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, stop joking! Let's hurry up and get going. The pretty girl won't wait for us. Don't let a corpse delay our chance to pick up girls, or we'll have wasted our limited-edition US dollar drink."

Zhang Jin ignored Hai Tao's silly grin and turned to Du Heng, saying, "Isn't she naked?"
Du Heng nodded and said, "Not just her, all the corpses that come in are naked."
Zhang Jin turned back to Hai Tao and said, "Don't you want to see naked Xi Zi? Don't forget, she's every man's dream." "Think about it, she's lying here quietly right now, waiting for us to admire her. Don't you want to?"

Hai Tao, his face flushed red from Zhang Jin's barrage of words, swallowed hard and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Who the hell doesn't want to is a coward." Zhang Jin

patted Hai Tao's shoulder forcefully and said, "Fine! Who the hell doesn't want to see her is a coward. Old Du, will you grant my brother and me this request?"

Du Heng, terrified, waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "You two are trying to kill me. I dare not take you two there. If we're found out, I'm dead."

Seeing Du Heng's repeated... Du Heng, his refusal bordering on agitated, said, "She's lying right here on your turf. You can look at her however you want, so why don't you care? But for us, this is our only chance to see Yuko in this lifetime. Can't you help us fulfill our dream?"

Hai Tao stepped forward and said, "Du Heng, don't worry, we'll just take a look and leave. We won't cause you any trouble."

Zhang Jin and Hai Tao were different from Du Heng; they were what society calls "rich second generation" and "official second generation," unlike Du Heng, who was just an ordinary guy from a poor family. If the three of them hadn't been classmates from elementary school to high school, Du Heng probably would never have crossed paths with them. For so many years, Zhang Jin and Hai Tao had always been the ones showing off in front of Du Heng, and he had always been just a listener and an envious observer. Today, he never expected that because of the dead Yuko, the two of them would be begging him so desperately.

The vanity hidden deep in his heart suddenly became active at this moment, and under the influence of drugs, Du Heng made a decision that led him and them into the abyss.

Influenced by TV dramas, many people believe that morgues are located in basements, but this is not the reality. Morgues are usually placed in well-ventilated areas that are rarely visited.

The morgue where Du Heng works is located on the left side of the hospital building, an extension of the main building to the left, only about ten stories high. The building mainly houses laboratories and examination departments, while the morgue is located on the top floor.

Like the dedicated elevators for surgery, the morgue has its own dedicated elevator, and one of Du Heng's jobs is to manage this elevator.

Without Du Heng's key, the elevator cannot be used freely. Because of this convenience, it's easy for Du Heng to take a few people up without their knowledge. Thus, Du Heng led Zhang Jin and Hai Tao onto the dedicated elevator leading to the morgue unnoticed.

Watching the numbers flashing on the elevator display, Zhang Jin and Hai Tao's hearts pounded faster and faster as the elevator ascended. This wasn't the first time Haitao and Zhang Jin had ridden this elevator; they'd previously accompanied Du Heng to his office to use drugs, riding this very private elevator. But today's situation was vastly different. Not only was it their first time entering a room filled with corpses, but it was also their first time seeing a woman's body up close—a woman who had been a household name in her lifetime.

The quiet, cold corridor before them, the dim, chilly lighting, the lifeless marble floor, and the snow-white walls created an invisible sense of oppression, even giving the feeling of walking towards death.

This combined atmosphere instilled in Zhang Jin and Haitao a melancholic, oppressive, tense, and even tragic
feeling, to the point that their desire to peep at Xizi's body was significantly diminished. Unlike Zhang Jin and Haitao's growing tension, Du Heng grew increasingly happy, his expression exaggeratedly excited.

The moment the elevator reached the top floor and the three stepped out, Du Heng suddenly seemed like a different person, his excitement and smugness overflowing.

Because this is his domain, he is the true ruler here. "No matter if you are a high-ranking official or a billionaire, when you lie here, you will all be at my beck and call," Du Heng often thought to himself.

He liked the quiet, the coldness, even the eerie atmosphere. He liked seeing the restraint, timidity, and cowardice of those who came here for the first time. He liked pointing fingers and manipulating everyone here, including the dead.

Here, he was the absolute authority; few dared to contradict him or oppose any of his decisions. So when he saw Zhang Jin and Hai Tao's faces, filled with excitement, tension, and even fear, his pride, satisfaction, and sense of accomplishment erupted like magma from a volcano.

This feeling manifested itself in the way Zhang Jin and Hai Tao witnessed: Du Heng, walking ahead, suddenly lost his restraint, his usual timidity and sullenness, replaced by an excited joy—an almost abnormal excitement that made him gesticulate wildly and act somewhat insanely in front of Zhang Jin and Hai Tao. This excitement inexplicably instilled in Zhang Jin and Hai Tao a sense of fear towards Du Heng. With

a creak, as Du Heng unlocked the heavy iron door, a chilling blast of air rushed out, so cold it pierced the lungs, sending a shiver down every nerve in their bodies.

Du Heng stood before the two men, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the chilling aura. Satisfied, he turned back to them and said, "How about that? This is the smell of death. Savor it carefully; isn't there a faint fishy smell?"

Without waiting for their reply, Du Heng continued in a low voice, "This faint fishy smell is the smell of corpses. The more corpses there are, the stronger the smell." With that, Du Heng led the way into the eerie, dark room.
*Snap!* Du Heng deftly flipped a switch on the wall, and the previously dark room suddenly became bright. The morgue was much larger than expected, almost like a small auditorium.

Neatly arranged on both sides of the spacious room were twenty or thirty gurneys, each with a corpse covered by a white sheet. Xi Zi's corpse was on one of those gurneys.

"There aren't many corpses today, only twenty-three, so this room feels much more spacious than usual. Guess which one is Xi Zi's corpse," Du Heng said to them, half-jokingly, his spirits high.

This was the first time Zhang Jin and Hai Tao had seen so many corpses. Although the room was brightly lit and they were with each other, they still felt a chilling, eerie atmosphere. Zhang Jin was

much braver than Hai Tao. He calmed himself and went inside, examining the corpses laid out on both sides.

All the corpses were covered with white sheets, making it difficult to distinguish their genders from the outside, let alone which one was Xi Zi's.

Du Heng watched the two hesitant men with a mischievous glint in his eyes, seemingly hoping they would lift the white sheets themselves.

Underneath the sheets might be Xi Zi's alluring and mysterious body, or it might be an ugly, terrifying, mutilated, blood-soaked corpse—all separated by a thin sheet.

Zhang Jin approached a corpse, a petite figure. Although covered by a white sheet, the bulge in her chest was still visible. Zhang Jin wasn't sure if this was indeed Xi Zi's corpse, but it was at least a petite and well-proportioned female corpse. So, he slowly extended his hand, his eyes fixed on the excited Du Heng beside him. He wanted to find answers in Du Heng's face, but unfortunately, Du Heng's face revealed nothing but excitement.

Suddenly, the sheet was lifted high. It wasn't Zhang Jin who lifted it, but Du Heng. Du Heng couldn't wait to see their expressions when they saw the corpse, because the body beneath the sheet excited him greatly.
Du Heng's excitement wasn't because the corpse belonged to Xi Zi, but because it was an extremely ugly and horrifying body. The corpse under the sheet was indeed a woman, and judging from her body, she was a young woman, but tragically, it was a female corpse whose entire face had been cut off while she was still alive.

Du Heng had worked here for three years, seeing all sorts of corpses, and had long since lost any sense of fear or aversion. However, when he first saw this skeleton covered in a thick layer of muscle, he was still startled, because that face seemed to belong only in Western fantasy novels.

Today, when Zhang Jin walked up to this corpse, Du Heng's mischievous thoughts suddenly popped into his head. He wanted to share this hideously horrifying body with his two good brothers, to see how these two grown men would scream in terror.

Du Heng's prank finally came true. The moment the white sheet was pulled back, Zhang Jin and Hai Tao screamed simultaneously, both breaking out in a cold sweat from the sight of the mangled skeleton lying on the bed. Du Heng looked at the two trembling men and laughed heartily. This was exactly the effect he wanted; he wanted his friends, who usually flaunted their superiority around him, to tremble in fear. Only then could Du Heng gain a hard-won sense of satisfaction.

"Old Du, you son of a bitch, are you trying to scare us to death?" Zhang Jin roared at Du Heng.

Du Heng didn't care about Zhang Jin's curses, because he had already been satisfied, and those who have been satisfied often don't care about the small unpleasantness that follows.

It was a bed located at the very back of the morgue, where the light was not bright, and the slightly dim light made the whole atmosphere somewhat mysterious.

Du Heng walked to the bed and stood there quietly, his expression becoming serious again, and his eyes no longer had the playful cunning.

Zhang Jin and Hai Tao knew that lying on the ordinary bed in front of them was Xi Zi, and under the snow-white sheet was the most beautiful work of art in the world.

"Ready?" Du Heng asked his friend beside him as he placed his hand on the white sheet covering the corpse. The white sheet was slowly lifted in Du Heng's hands, and an unparalleled treasure gradually revealed its mysterious veil as the white sheet was lifted.

The three men gasped simultaneously the moment the white sheet was lifted, for they saw a face of breathtaking beauty. It was a face of exquisite beauty, untouched by worldly concerns, a face so refined it seemed dreamlike. Yet, this near-perfect face lacked color; its snow-white, alabaster skin had lost its alluring rosy hue.

The white sheet slid down the equally white skin, revealing a sculpted, jade-like body silently before them.

Looking at the corpse before them, their hearts pounded with awe. Yuko, once as distant as a star in the heavens, so distant that they could only gaze upon her radiant light, never able to see her true face,

now lay quietly before them, almost within reach.

This was not a corpse; it was a work of art, a work of art comparable to Venus. Zhang Jin reached out his trembling hand, slowly extending it towards the body. Ah! When his hands touched that soft, smooth body, Zhang Jin couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Was this the texture of silk? Beneath him wasn't a woman's corpse, but a work of art waiting to be touched and savored.

The woman he used to only see on television, in movies, and in magazines was now naked in Zhang Jin's hands. The feeling was both real and dreamlike, giving Zhang Jin an unreal, dreamlike sensation.

Breasts—the source of a woman's sensuality—Zhang Jin's hands uncontrollably grasped those alluring breasts. Xi Zi's breasts weren't large, but they were pert and firm, still standing proudly before them even after her death.

Hai Tao stared intently at those breasts, watching them change shape in Zhang Jin's hands, unconsciously muttering, "I didn't expect her nipples to be pink."

Zhang Jin turned to Hai Tao and said, "How about it? Want to touch them?"

Hai Tao blushed and didn't speak, but his eyes remained fixed on the pink hue on her chest. Zhang Jin patted Hai Tao on the shoulder and said, "Touch this woman, she's the kind of woman half the world would want to sleep with, and she won't exist tomorrow."

Haitao, somewhat shyly, leaned forward and slowly placed his trembling hand on Xizi's chest. So soft! He hadn't expected such firm breasts to be so soft to the touch, as if they could melt in his hand.

Haitao looked up at Du Heng, who was standing to the side smiling, and said, "Why don't you come and touch it? Have you already touched it?"

Du Heng continued to smile, a smile that made Haitao and the other man certain he had already touched it. Perhaps it was the stimulation of the high-purity drugs that filled Zhang Jin's mind with an evil thought. He looked up at Du Heng and said, "Do you think if I insert it into her now, won't it be very dry inside? Won't it be comfortable at all?"

Du Heng put two fingers to his lips and whispered, "Put some ointment on it, and it won't be so dry."
"Have you ever raped a corpse?" Haitao suddenly asked Du Heng. This was originally a joke, but in this situation, the three of them instantly fell silent.

Zhang Jin looked at Du Heng, who seemed slightly uncomfortable, and said with a smile, "You definitely did that, and I'm sure as soon as Hai Tao and I leave, you'll climb up and fuck Xi Zi."

Hai Tao chimed in, "Look at that kid, all sullen and repressed, he's practically pouncing on her now."
"Can you tell us how many you've slept with in total?" Zhang Jin was now absolutely certain that Du Heng had committed necrophilia, because his eyes were filled with lust.

The atmosphere grew increasingly strange; the cold room gradually warmed up among the three young men, and the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.

The usually cautious and honest Du Heng suddenly pulled out his phone and said with a hint of boastfulness, "Last time they sent over a girl, she was an eighteen-year-old, a very young girl."

As he spoke, Du Heng handed his phone to Zhang Jin and Hai Tao, who examined the photos on the phone with envy and asked Du Heng, "How was it after you slept with her?"

Du Heng chuckled and said mysteriously, "To be honest, apart from not being able to moan, she was perfect in every way."
Zhang Jin's face was flushed like a drunkard who had just finished drinking, and his hands were kneading Xi Zi's breasts vigorously, as if he wanted to crush and mash them. He asked Du Heng, "What time do you take over your shift?" " I get

off work at twelve o'clock sharp."

Zhang Jin looked at his watch and said, "It's 8:10 pm now."

Before Zhang Jin could finish speaking, Du Heng interrupted, "From now until I get off work, we have four hours here, and no one will bother us."

Zhang Jin and Du Heng both showed the same mysterious expression, and Zhang Jin's hand slid down to Xi Zi's crotch, rubbing the black pubic hair.

Seeing the lewd glint in their eyes amidst their excitement, Hai Tao felt a chill run from his heels to the top of his head. He hurriedly said to them, "Are you two crazy? She's Xi Zi! If anyone finds out, we're all doomed!"

Zhang Jin glanced at Hai Tao and said, "Don't you want to sleep with this woman? Do you know that at least 700 million people in China want to sleep with her? She's right in front of us today. Do you want to miss this opportunity?"

Hai Tao looked at Xi Zi lying quietly in front of them, her pert breasts and tight, moist vagina, which he had just gently caressed with his hands. He swallowed hard and looked up at Du Heng.

Du Heng smiled and said to Hai Tao, "Don't worry, four hours is enough for the three of us to each have our turn. There won't be any major problems." With that, Du Heng walked between the two men and said, "Zhang Jin, you go first. Hai Tao and I will wait for you in the cleaning room inside." Without waiting for Hai Tao to continue speaking, he pulled him into a suite behind the morgue.

This place was mostly a small warehouse filled with cleaning tools for the morgue and other items. Du Heng pulled Hai Tao to stand at the doorway, looking out through the glass window.

Zhang Jin deftly pulled down his pants like a hungry wolf, let out a muffled roar, and pounced. Creak! Creak! The makeshift hand-operated bed made a series of sounds, a strange kind of groaning, the metallic groans constantly pounding on Du Heng and Hai Tao's hearts. Although they could only see Zhang Jin's writhing buttocks on top of Xi Zi, they both knew how fantastical it was to be able to insert their genitals into the vagina of their dream goddess. And today, right before their eyes, Zhang Jin was frantically enjoying this dreamlike feeling. Watching Zhang Jin's constantly twitching body and listening to the heavy breathing mixed with the metallic sounds, their breathing gradually became heavier, and the hot breath they exhaled even fogged up the glass in front of them.

At 8:35 PM, Du Heng spent fifteen minutes in excited anticipation. When Zhang Jin, pulling up his pants and looking satisfied, walked up to Du Heng, he knew it was time for him to savor the delicious body before him.

The room was cold, but Du Heng's heart was burning. His heart pounded violently with each step, pounding against his body. Under the bright light, Xi Zi's body appeared exceptionally white, like a white jade sculpture lying there quietly.

Du Heng slowly approached, his fingers sliding up Xi Zi's slender, rounded toes, covering the entire body before him. The goddess who was once high and mighty now lay here, waiting for him to conquer and savor her. How could Du Heng easily let this feeling slip away? He wanted to savor this possession that belonged to him, slowly and meticulously.

"He actually kissed the corpse!" Hai Tao, watching through the glass, was stunned to see Du Heng bend down and kiss Xi Zi's proud, erect breasts.

Watching Du Heng's frenzied actions, Zhang Jin said, "He's a pervert. I guarantee he's fucked countless corpses here over the years."

Du Heng moistened his penis with saliva, smearing it evenly on his hard, rounded glans, gently parted Xi Zi's thighs, and slowly climbed onto the hand-operated bed.

Xi Zi's genitals, moistened by Zhang Jin's labor, had her pale pink labia spread like butterfly wings, the tender flesh inside glistening with a rosy glow.

With a soft thud, his hard penis plunged straight in; ah, unexpectedly, it was wet and warm inside.
Beneath him lay the most beautiful woman in the world, even though she was now gone, even though she was just a soulless corpse, it was enough to excite Du Heng.

Primal sexual urges became the most powerful engine in Du Heng's body; like a race car with its engine at full throttle, he roared and galloped across Xi Zi's delicate body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The powerful and delicate clashed violently, producing a deafening thud. The sound of flesh against flesh drowned out the rustling of metal.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!* The sounds of their impact gradually transformed from monotonous slapping into an ethereal, otherworldly melody, no longer a simple collision of flesh but a fusion of passion.

Water! Why was there water beneath her? Du Heng clearly felt a surge of spring water flowing down his groin. He distinctly sensed the heat and moisture emanating from her lower body, a burning sensation that ignited his lust.
This was an experience he had never had since he began necrophilia. He pulled the corpse beneath him into his arms, savoring the friction of their bodies, feeling the unprecedented passion it brought him.

Immersed in the vortex of lust, Du Heng, oblivious to everything else, cupped Xi Zi's face and passionately kissed her.

Why was her face wet? As his lips touched her delicate face, he clearly felt a salty, acidic liquid clinging to her skin.

He opened his closed eyes and looked at Yuko's face...

Ah! A scream startled Zhang Jin and Hai Tao in the cleaning room, sending chills down their spines. Then, Du Heng practically sprang up from Yuko's corpse, crashing heavily to the ground.

Zhang Jin and Hai Tao rushed out, shouting at Du Heng, who was slumped against the wall, "What's wrong, Lao Du?"

Du Heng leaned against the wall, staring in terror at the corpse opposite him. He trembled violently, his mouth agape, only uttering a series of screams, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Before Zhang Jin could follow Du Heng's pointing finger, a strangely eerie voice came from behind him: "She...she...she's alive!"

Zhang Jin turned to look. Xi Zi's fair body remained in the position where they had separated. Her private parts, ravaged by him and Du Heng, were slightly open, revealing pink, glistening flesh. Her dark, glossy pubic hair lay limply on either side of her labia, covered with a mixture of their fluids. The scene exuded a bone-chillingly lewd atmosphere. But all of this could no longer arouse Zhang Jin's lust, for he clearly saw that her snow-white, proud breasts were rising and falling, and her once jade-like face was now flushed. Her tightly closed eyes were now open, her crystal-like eyes staring at them in terror, tears welling in her eyes.
Even though Zhang Jin was somewhat prepared, he was still stunned speechless by what he saw, his face pale as he stood there, staring blankly at the newly awakened Xi Zi.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, the air freezing in the cold space. At that moment, there was no longer any sign of life; the three men stared like statues at the naked woman before them.

She couldn't move; the only thing she could move was her eyes, filled with excitement and fear.
Zhang Jin slowly moved forward, step by step, towards Xi Zi. With each step he took, Zhang Jin's heart pounded faster. The pounding of his heart wasn't driven by primal sexual urges, but by fear—a fear Zhang Jin dared not even imagine.

The exquisitely sculpted body before him was no longer a sexy woman in his eyes, but a pink skeleton capable of dragging him into an abyss of no return. Through Xi Zi's crystal-clear eyes, Zhang Jin saw no longer beauty, but a terrifying nightmare.

The short distance left Zhang Jin utterly exhausted, forcing him to pull out his narcotics and take a deep drag, hoping the high-purity white powder would soothe his heart, which was teetering on the brink of collapse.
Two pairs of eyes, equally filled with fear and despair, collided at that moment. It was a fight to the death; his life couldn't be ruined by this woman. A terrifying voice roared within Zhang Jin, a desperate, agonizing roar that assaulted his brain. His eyes bulged with bloodshot veins, their crimson light instilling a sense of death in the woman lying before him.

Zhang Jin stretched out his trembling, almost uncontrollable hands. His once slender, pale hands now seemed to transform into a pair of demonic claws, so terrifying that even he dared not look directly at them. These devilish claws were slowly lunging towards the woman before him.

Just as Zhang Jin made his final decision, another pair of hands suddenly appeared before him—a pair of plump, white hands. These hands grasped the white cloth that had slipped to the ground and gently covered the naked body before him.

The owner of these hands was none other than Zhang Jin's best friend, Hai Tao. As Haitao covered Xizi with a white sheet, he bent down and said face to face, "Miss Xizi, don't be afraid. We're not bad people. Can you talk now?"

Previously, under Zhang Jin's bloodshot, ferocious eyes, Xizi's eyes were almost on the verge of collapse with fear. Now, suddenly, a plump man appeared before her, gesturing for gentle help. Her expression towards Haitao revealed tears of excitement and a desperate plea. Her eyes were like those of a woman who had fallen into a stormy ocean and suddenly saw a straw floating before her. Although this straw might not save her, she clung to it tightly, determined not to let go.

Haitao touched Xizi's body and found that although it was no longer cold, it was still stiff. Having just escaped death, Xizi might not regain consciousness anytime soon.

Haitao tried to keep his tone calm as he asked Xizi, "Miss Xizi, if you can understand me, please blink, okay?" As

soon as Haitao finished speaking, Xizi blinked rapidly, as if afraid Haitao wouldn't see her blinking.

Seeing that Xizi, who had seemingly come back to life, was still conscious, Haitao felt a strange excitement welling up inside him. He turned and shouted at Du Heng, who was trembling against the wall, "Old Du, what are you still doing leaning there? Hurry up and find Xizi some clothes to wear."

Du Heng, like a lost puppet, with a blank stare, found a scrub suit in the break room and handed it to Haitao. Without a word, Haitao took the scrub suit and quickly put it on Xizi.

As Du Heng watched Hai Tao dress Xi Zi, he muttered to himself, "What do I do? She must have seen me rape her... She must have seen me... She must have seen me..."

Zhang Jin grabbed Du Heng and dragged him into the back storage room, whispering, "Are you fucking crazy? What are you muttering about in front of this woman?"

Du Heng, who had been dazed, was suddenly jolted awake by Zhang Jin's words. He frantically gripped Zhang Jin's shoulders and screamed, "I'm finished... I'm finished... I can't let my family know. If my dad finds out, he'll kill me. Zhang Jin, you have to tell him..." "What do we do? What do we do now?!"

Zhang Jin angrily grabbed Du Heng's hands and yelled, "You fucking ask me? How the hell should I know? Who the hell knew this woman actually came back to life?"

Just as Zhang Jin and Du Heng were at a loss, Hai Tao ran over excitedly and said to the two of them, "I really didn't expect Xi Zi to come back to life! What are you two standing here for? Du Heng, why don't you hurry up and go outside to notify the doctor? I'm calling my reporter friend right now. This is definitely the most sensational news in the world today."

Hai Tao said excitedly as he reached for his phone in his pocket. Zhang Jin grabbed the hand that was already in his pocket and yelled at Hai Tao, "What are you doing?"

Hai Tao looked at Zhang Jin with some surprise and said, "Calling people to let them know, what else could I be doing?"
"Are you crazy? Do you want the whole world to know that we raped Xizi here?" Zhang Jin's words stunned Hai Tao. He looked up at Zhang Jin, then at Du Heng, who was standing to the side, sobbing uncontrollably. Hai Tao suddenly realized that of the three people present, only he was excited about Xizi's awakening.

Clearly sensing that the atmosphere was off, Hai Tao stared blankly at his two brothers and said, "Don't you want the outside world to know that Xizi has been resurrected?"

"No!" Zhang Jin replied fiercely.

"What about you? Old Du, don't you want people to know either?" Du Heng leaned against the wall and shook his head, trembling.

"I think you two are both crazy. Do you think the three of us can just stay here and fool the whole world? In a few hours, when the replacements arrive, we'll be caught anyway. We might as well take advantage of this and send Xizi away ourselves to try and get leniency." Haitao said as he walked towards the morgue door.
Zhang Jin grabbed Haitao's arm and said, "Who said we'd just surrender?"

Although Zhang Jin's voice wasn't loud, it was enough to make Haitao stop in his tracks. He turned to look at Zhang Jin in surprise.
At that moment, Zhang Jin unconsciously exuded a chilling aura, his eyes radiating cold, sharp light, and an aura like that of a hungry wolf enveloped him. This aura made Haitao shiver involuntarily. Although Zhang Jin was only staring intently at him, Haitao could no longer move his feet.

Seeing that Haitao was standing still and showed no intention of walking any further, Zhang Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, he stared at Haitao with a cold gaze and said, "We will never sit idly by and wait to die. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison."

Hai Tao seemed to realize something from Zhang Jin's words. He looked at Zhang Jin in horror and said, "You mean...?" Hai Tao didn't finish his sentence. He simply couldn't believe that his childhood friend of over ten years would suddenly have such a terrifying idea.

Zhang Jin didn't answer Hai Tao's question but nodded silently.

"You're crazy! I absolutely won't allow this to happen. I believe Lao Du wouldn't agree to your crazy idea either." After a moment of fear, Hai Tao suddenly roared like a madman. Hai Tao had just graduated with his master's degree, and his life had just begun. He didn't want to ruin his entire life.

"Shut up! What you say is so high-sounding because among the three of us, only you haven't slept with Xi Zi. Of course, you're not afraid of this being exposed. But can Lao Du and I do that? If this is exposed, not only will Lao Du and I go to jail, but don't forget my dad is a government official. What will my dad do then?" Zhang Jin pointed at Hai Tao's nose and growled.

Hai Tao ignored Zhang Jin, who was almost out of control with rage, and instead turned his pleading gaze to the usually honest and upright Du Heng.

"Old Du, you'll agree with me, right? I know you're a huge fan of Xi Zi. Do you really want to kill your idol with your own hands?

" Du Heng leaned against the wall, repeatedly banging his head against it, muttering, "I don't know... I don't know..."

Zhang Jin turned around and pressed down on the mentally broken Du Heng, saying, "Old Du, think carefully about our current situation. Do you really want to let that woman leave here alive? Have you thought it through? She's Xi Zi, a global superstar who's the center of attention. If our affair is exposed, think about it. The whole world will know you're a necrophiliac. You won't be able to hold your head up in your own little circle, and you won't be able to hold your head up in front of billions of people worldwide. Old Du, do you hear me?" Zhang Jin

's words were like a sharp blade piercing deep into Du Heng's vitals, jolting him awake from his despair. He wiped the tears from his face and whispered, "I'm not even married yet, I don't want my life to end like this."

Zhang Jin excitedly punched Du Heng in the shoulder, then asked in a snarling voice, "Old Du, do you have a way to kill someone and then the forensic doctor can't find the cause of death the next day?"

Du Heng nodded and said, "Smothering her face with a wet towel will suffocate her, and then I can clean the body again, so there shouldn't be any clues."

Zhang Jin slammed his fist against the wall and said fiercely, "Let's do it! Old Du, go find a wet towel, we'll kill that woman right now."

Du Heng obediently took a large towel from the wardrobe behind him and put it in the sink next to him.
Seeing Du Heng obediently following his instructions to make preparations, Zhang Jin calmed himself down slightly and turned to Hai Tao, saying, "If you're too scared to participate, just wait here for us." Then he turned to Du Heng and said, "Are you done? If you're done, hurry up and get rid of this woman, lest things get complicated."
Although she had experienced six or seven hours of fake death, and after the initial shock and fear upon waking, Xi Zi, now calmer, fully realized her situation. She was lying naked in a morgue filled with corpses, and at least two of the three men had raped her, and she had actually woken up under one of them.

She knew the three men were arguing in the small room opposite, and although she couldn't hear the full content of their argument, she knew that her life was now completely in their hands.

With a creak, the door of that small room opened, and the first person to step out was the tall man who terrified her. At this moment, the man's bloodshot eyes were fixed on her as he strode towards her.

Looking at the man, Yuuko suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. As the distance between them closed, she clearly smelled an aura—a devastating aura, the aura of death.
Having just experienced death, Yuuko deeply understood the preciousness of life. But before she could even savor this hard-won breath of life again, this man was about to snatch it from her hands once more.
No! She wouldn't give up, she wouldn't abandon hope. But her body was stiff and numb; even uttering a scream was impossible.

A burning sensation assaulted her senses, and a vicious gaze pierced her eyes like two knives.

In Yuuko's eyes, the man had become a hideous demon, a monster trying to tear her soul from her body. "

I'm not reconciled! I don't want to leave this world like this!" Yuuko struggled to open her mouth, wanting to shout one last time at the man before her, to vent her frustration against fate.

"Ah…!" It was a cry for life. When that voice, strained to escape Yuko's lips, escaped her lips, it was enough to break the hearts of everyone who heard it. But Zhang Jin, blinded by guilt, didn't stop; instead, he quickened his pace towards Yuko.

"Old Du, bring me the towel!" Zhang Jin suddenly shouted to Du Heng behind him as he reached Yuko.
"I won't allow you to do this!" Before Du Heng could reply to Zhang Jin's shout, Haitao stormed out of the storage room.

The usually easygoing Haitao displayed an unprecedented rage. He pointed at Zhang Jin's nose and yelled, "We can't let our lives be ruined by a madman like you!" As he spoke, Haitao rushed to Yuko's side, stroking her forehead to comfort her, "Miss Yuko, don't be afraid, I'll take you out of here."

As he spoke, Haitao snatched the trolley from Zhang Jin and quickened his pace toward the morgue door.

"Old Du, quickly block the door! Don't let Haitao get out!" Zhang Jin shouted from behind Haitao.
"Old Du!" When Hai Tao saw Old Du blocking his way, his hands gripping the handcart tightly, Hai Tao let out a desperate roar at Du Heng.

Du Heng shook his head painfully at Hai Tao, gripping the handcart even tighter, trying his best to stop Hai Tao from taking another step forward.

"I treated you like a brother, and you fucking try to stab me in the back at a time like this!" Zhang Jin roared, grabbing Hai Tao from behind and throwing him violently to the side.

Just like that, the two best friends suddenly became enemies, tearing and wrestling at each other despite Du Heng's constant attempts to stop them.

Zhang Jin, who was already taller and stronger than Hai Tao, was now out of control like a raging bull, roaring and kicking Hai Tao relentlessly.

Suddenly, with a loud thud, Zhang Jin finally slammed Hai Tao to the ground. He then kicked Hai Tao hard in the head, cursing furiously, "I'll teach you to be a good guy! I'll teach you to save this bitch!"

"Zhang Jin, stop! Look at that!" Du Heng shouted, pointing to the back of Hai Tao's head as he tried to stop Zhang Jin's violence.

Blood! Bright red blood gushed from the back of Hai Tao's head like a fountain, quickly forming a large sea of blood around him.

The glaring blood brought Zhang Jin back to his senses from his frenzied rage. For the first time, he felt a chill of fear.

He knew he had really gone too far this time. He quickly crouched down and grabbed Hai Tao's head, but the hot blood continued to gush from the back of Hai Tao's head, instantly soaking his hands in the sea of blood.

"Haitao, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Don't scare me, please say something." Zhang Jin kept calling out to Haitao in a trembling voice.

Hai Tao stared at Zhang Jin and said with difficulty, "Zhang Jin, save me, I...I don't want to die..."

"Haitao, don't worry, we're good brothers, I won't let you die, believe me." Zhang Jin comforted Hai Tao while he and Du Heng quickly carried Hai Tao into the back storage room.

Zhang Jin watched in panic as Du Heng took out gauze, disinfectant, and hemostatic medicine from the first-aid kit and skillfully bandaged Hai Tao, trying to stop the bleeding.

"How is he?" Zhang Jin asked Du Heng anxiously.

"He needs to see a doctor immediately." Du Heng replied in a trembling voice.

Zhang Jin looked at Hai Tao lying to the side and said, "Good brother, hang in there a little longer. After I deal with that woman, I'll take you to see a doctor right away."

Ding-a-ling!

"What's that sound?" Zhang Jin asked Du Heng in horror.

"Oh no, is it someone coming downstairs to deliver a body?" Du Heng said, quickly running outside, turning off the lights in the morgue, and then pushing Xizi's trolley into the small room inside. Zhang

Jin, seeing Du Heng's panicked expression, asked anxiously, "Didn't you say only you had the elevator key? How come other people are coming here?"

"There's a spare key downstairs. Sometimes they bring the body up directly," Du Heng replied in a low voice.

"Won't they come looking for you after bringing the body up?" Zhang Jin asked anxiously.

"Probably not. Who stays up here all the time? They won't see me when they bring the body up. They'll just leave the form in my break room, and I can file it myself when I get back," Du Heng said, but he was still extremely nervous, fearing that they might suddenly act according to the rules.

"Please...please...let me go..."

At this critical moment, Xizi, lying on the gurney, actually spoke. This broken, pleading voice was like a thunderclap to Zhang Jin and Du Heng, enough to shatter their spirits.
Zhang Jin reached out and tightly covered Xizi's mouth, preventing her from making any more sound.

Clatter! Clatter! Accompanied by footsteps and the sound of a gurney scraping across the marble floor, a male doctor pushed a gurney into the morgue.

The air in the morgue seemed to freeze instantly. Du Heng could barely hear anything outside; all he could hear was the violent pounding of his own chest, a drum-like thud that felt like it was shattering his heart.

The male doctor merely glanced at the empty morgue, then turned and closed the door . Humming a tune, he left the room, the lights still on.

*Ding-a-ling!* The sound of the elevator starting at the end of the corridor rang out, and Zhang Jin and Du Heng collapsed to the floor like punctured balloons.

After a few moments, Zhang Jin realized his hand was still over Xi Zi's mouth. He released it and saw Xi Zi, her face a purplish-red from suffocation, lying stiffly before them, mouth open, eyes wide.

Zhang Jin and Du Heng exchanged glances and then bent down to check if Xi Zi had suffocated.
However, just as Zhang Jin was about to examine her closely, Xi Zi suddenly let out a soft "Ah…!" followed by a violent cough, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

Zhang Jin spat at the still-breathing Xi Zi, somewhat annoyed, "Damn, I didn't expect you to be so resilient. All this and you still didn't die!"

"Zhang Jin, come quick! Hai Tao is dying!" Du Heng shouted anxiously to Zhang Jin, crouching beside Hai Tao.
Ignoring the still terrified Xizi, Zhang Jin rushed to Haitao's side and said to the barely breathing Haitao, "Haitao, listen to me, we'll figure out how to get you downstairs right now, but remember, if anyone asks how you got hurt, you must tell the doctor you accidentally fell, understand?"

Haitao looked at Zhang Jin with dazed eyes, repeatedly saying, "Don't abandon me, you must save me."

Zhang Jin stood up and said to Du Heng, "We can't just carry him downstairs like this. Do you have anything that can be put inside so no one will notice?"

Du Heng scanned the room and said, "I only have a few large trash cans here, nothing else."

"Okay, we'll use these to get Haitao out, but remember, after we get Haitao downstairs, don't take him directly to the emergency room. We must first exit through the side door of the garbage dump behind your building, and then enter through the main door, understand?" Zhang Jin was still patiently instructing Du Heng.

Du Heng nodded repeatedly in fear, then pointed to Xi Zi on the bed beside them, who was looking at them with a terrified expression, and said, "What should we do with this woman?" Zhang Jin looked at the woman on the bed and said fiercely, "Kill her now. Go outside and check what's going on. I'll go get the towel that's still outside." "

With that, Zhang Jin grabbed Du Heng and ran quickly outside, leaving the dying Hai Tao and the terrified Xi Zi in the dark little room.

As the darling of the world, she never imagined that one day she would end her life in this way.

The room was quiet. After the series of torments and shocks, Xi Zi's stiff body found that, except for her lower body which was still numb, her upper body could slowly move.
She turned her head to look at Hai Tao, the fat man lying beside her. Just moments before, Xi Zi had considered this man her only hope for survival. Now, her hope had faded with his passing. Facing the imminent loss of her life, she looked at the man before her, who was also about to die, and shed two lines of painful tears.

'I'm sorry!' the man opposite her suddenly said softly.

With those three words, Xi Zi could clearly feel his spirit gradually fading, the light in his eyes slowly turning gray.

This man who had tried to save her from here had quietly taken his last step before her eyes."

Watching life slowly fade away before her eyes, the flame of life that had been extinguished in Xizi's heart reignited. She couldn't die silently like this; she was Xizi, a star admired by millions. Her life couldn't end like this; so much excitement awaited her ahead.

This rekindled hope unleashed the ultimate strength within Xizi's body. She used every ounce of strength her body could muster, struggling to flip herself off the bed.

*Thump!* Xizi crashed heavily to the ground. The pain from her flesh hitting the cold, hard floor didn't affect her at all. She stretched out her arms, which had just regained feeling, and laboriously dragged her stiff body step by step towards Haitao.

"She actually made a phone call!" Du Heng shouted at Zhang Jin, grabbing the phone he had snatched from Xizi.
He never expected that in just a few minutes, the woman in front of him would use Haitao's phone to dial a number.

Enraged, Zhang Jin grabbed Xizi's hair and roared at her, "You bitch, who did you call just now?"

"My manager. I told him I survived in the hospital morgue," Xizi answered with difficulty, despite Zhang Jin's rough treatment.

"Fuck your mother!" Upon hearing Xizi's answer, Zhang Jin went berserk, kicking her chest repeatedly.

Xizi's tender breasts couldn't withstand the man's brutal assault; the excruciating pain caused her to groan in agony as she lay on the ground.

However, Yuko knew that pleading and painful groans would not save her life at this moment. She endured Zhang Jin's brutal abuse and tried her best not to continue groaning. She grabbed the thigh that had kicked her chest again, pleading, "Don't worry, I haven't told my manager what happened. I only told him I was saved by a hospital worker, and that I used that person's phone, that's all. Please let me go, I promise I won't say a word."

Du Heng looked at Zhang Jin in a panic and asked, "What do we do now?" Zhang Jin looked at the unfamiliar number dialed on his phone and said helplessly, "This woman did make the call. There's nothing we can do now, we can only take her out. You take her away, I'll take Haitao outside for emergency treatment."

Only then did Zhang Jin and Du Heng realize that Haitao had already stopped breathing. Looking at Haitao lying in the cold corner, Zhang Jin reached out and closed his still-open eyes, whispering, "We're sorry." "

Put Haitao's body in a garbage bag and take it with us," Zhang Jin said with a sigh of relief. Although Haitao's unexpected death made Zhang Jin feel the pain of losing a friend, it was also a relief for him. Now they could focus on dealing with the trouble in front of them.

The moment the morgue door opened, Xizi felt truly resurrected.

Although the long, dark corridor remained eerie and cold, Xizi sensed a life force in the air.
Zhang Jin and Du Heng pushed Xizi and Haitao's bodies quickly towards the elevator. They were conflicted; they wanted to end everything quickly, yet were filled with fear and uncertainty about what was to come.

The elevator doors opened before the three people, each with vastly different feelings. The empty elevator space presented two completely different scenes in their eyes. Xizi saw light, the familiar spotlights, flowers, and applause; while Zhang Jin and Du Heng saw cold handcuffs, a dark, sunless cell, and the disdainful looks from others.

Suddenly, the familiar ringtone of an Apple phone rang, and all three eyes focused on the phone Haitao was holding in Zhang Jin's hand.

The number displayed on the phone screen was the same unfamiliar number that Xi Zi had just dialed. After a fierce internal struggle, Zhang Jin finally answered the phone.

"Hello! Who called me just now?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the line.

Along with the other person's voice, his previously helpless eyes flashed with fury once more. He roared into the phone, "You fucking dialed the wrong number!" With that, Zhang Jin slammed the phone to the ground, shattering it with a loud crack.

"You bitch! You fucking dared to play me for a fool! I swear I won't rest until I strangle you!" Zhang Jin roared, snatching the trolley from Du Heng's hands and pushing it back.

Du Heng, following behind, asked somewhat bewilderedly, "Zhang Jin, why did you go back?"

Zhang Jin, without turning around, roared, "The call was from his manager; this woman didn't even dial the number!"

Entering the morgue, Zhang Jin roughly yanked Xi Zi off the bed and dragged her into the storage room.

Du Heng ran behind Zhang Jin and asked, "What do we do now?"

Zhang Jin said fiercely, "Kill her! Go get another wet towel. After I get Hai Tao's body back, we'll kill this woman."

Du Heng glanced at his watch anxiously and said, "Hurry back, it's past ten o'clock, and we have less than an hour until shift change."

Zhang Jin ignored Du Heng and returned to the corridor, pushing the trash can containing Hai Tao's body towards the elevator.

"Old Du, tidy up the broken phone by the elevator," Zhang Jin said before stepping into the elevator.
*Bang!* Following Zhang Jin's instructions, Du Heng closed the storage room door, picked up a broom, and headed outside.

The flame of hope had barely been ignited when fate cruelly extinguished it once more. With the door slamming shut again, Xi Zi felt utter despair and terror.

She tried to struggle to her feet, but her stiff legs remained numb, like two dead pieces of flesh dragging beneath her.

Xi Zi knew this was her last chance to survive; she had to seize it, or she would bid farewell to this world she so dearly loved.

With unwavering strength, Xi Zi used her hands to support her heavy body, crawling laboriously towards the door. She gently pushed the storage room door open a crack and peeked out. Du Heng, who had gone to clean up the mess, hadn't returned. The morgue was empty, and more importantly, the door was ajar. A bright ray of light shone through the half-open door into the dark morgue, like a guiding light illuminating the endless darkness before her.

To survive, this frail woman once again dragged her stiff body forward with her bare hands.

The cold, damp ground rubbed against her tender skin, the biting chill relentlessly assaulting every vein in her body, the lash of death relentlessly whipping her fragile soul.

Live! Live! This was the only motivation that kept Yuko crawling forward.
This day was probably the most unusual birthday of Du Heng's life; excitement, fear, and a mix of emotions overwhelmed him, causing him to finally break down near midnight.

Du Heng didn't know how he had cleaned the corridor floor. He wasn't a man who cried easily, but today his tears flowed uncontrollably.

Were these tears for his deceased friend Haitao, for his impending and uncertain future, or for the woman lying inside? Perhaps even Du Heng himself didn't know.

He walked numbly into the morgue and pushed open the door to the inner storage room.

Yuko was gone! Like a thunderclap exploding in Du Heng's head, it utterly crushed him in the cold room.

He frantically searched the morgue, but the empty morgue, apart from more than twenty lifeless bodies, offered no sign of the woman.

In less than ten minutes, where could a woman whose lower body was paralyzed have gone? Du Heng finally screamed in a frenzy.

Perhaps Du Heng didn't realize that just as he pushed open the morgue door, Xi Zi was hiding on the floor behind the door beside him. When he entered the storage room, Xi Zi was just crawling laboriously on the marble floor of the corridor.

The will to survive didn't cloud Xi Zi's judgment. She didn't rush towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, but instead turned and ran straight to the open-air balcony facing the morgue door.

Xi Zi knew that rushing to the elevator would inevitably lead to Zhang Jin coming up, and in this floor where there was almost nowhere to hide, the open-air balcony became her best refuge.

The windowsill, barely a meter and a half high, seemed impossibly distant to Yuuko. Knowing her time was running out, she used her small, delicate hands to support her upper body, pushing herself to the very limit.

The pain was an excruciating, physical agony that assaulted her body's highest limits, surging through her waist and arms.
Yuuko gritted her teeth, holding her last breath, and *thud!* One hand finally reached the unreachable windowsill. Ah! With a scream in her heart, she raised her second arm. Both arms pressed firmly against the windowsill, straining to lift her body upwards.

It was such a simple thing, yet for Yuuko at that moment, it was the most difficult and painful thing she had ever done in her life.

She struggled to climb, but her body was too heavy; she had never known her lithe frame could feel so weightless.

With her last ounce of strength, she managed to stand, but as she raised an arm to try and open the window, her slender arm could no longer support her heavy body, and with a thud, she fell heavily to the cold ground once more. "

Try, try again, you can do it, Yuuko!" Yuuko gritted her teeth and repeated the same movements, struggling to climb.

Even a frail body could unleash incredible strength. When Yuuko finally stood up from the windowsill, her eyes were filled with tears again, but this time, they were tears of joy. She
pushed open the window to breathe in the fresh air—the breath of freedom and life under the stars. Yuuko gasped for this hard-won air, enduring the tearing pain from stretching her stiff muscles, and struggled to climb out the window. She wanted to completely embrace life.

Bang! Yuko crashed heavily to the ground again, her delicate body striking the cold marble, bringing her not only pain but also despair.

A powerful force gripped her from behind, brutally dragging her backward along the cold floor.

Yuko struggled desperately forward, but her ankles were held tightly in the demon's grasp, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape that terrifying clutches.

Her body was mercilessly dragged along, the stars outside the window gradually receding into the distance. The deep night sky had once been so close, but just as she was about to reach it, she was plunged into the abyss of eternal damnation.

Yuko cried out in despair, making one last, futile struggle, but death drew ever closer, so close that she could feel it smiling and waiting for her in that dark room.

[The End]

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