Chapter 690 Showroom
At this time, Jiang Cheng found a journal on his desk with "Anatomy and Clinic" written on the cover. This made Jiang Cheng instantly think of the two anatomy doctors Yuan Xiaoyi mentioned. professor.
After that incident, the two professors seemed to have disappeared from the world. Not only did the students never see them again, but their names were also removed from the college website.
Judging from the seal on the door, Jiang Cheng was 80% sure that this was the former office of the two professors, but it was closed after the incident.
"Doctor." The fat man said in a surprised voice: "Come and see, I found it!"
The fat man stood in front of a small table that was left alone by the wall. There were several pieces of paper on the table and a bottle of blue and black ink. There was a registration book under the ink bottle.
Jiang Cheng picked it up and read it, and found that it was almost identical to the one he saw in the security room just now.
Jiang Cheng handed the notebook to the fat man, "You sign it."
It can be seen that the fat man has a physical resistance to signing on this, but because the doctor asked him, So he didn't hesitate and quickly signed his name on it - Wang Fugui.
Then they didn’t stay long, found the stairs on the other side, and quickly reached the third floor.
Just after they arrived on the third floor, Huaiyi seemed to sense something. He turned his head, looked at the stairs he had just passed, and frowned: "Did you hear anything?"
Wen Liangshan swallowed He sighed and said, "I heard something before. Could it be done by another group of people?"
"No." Huaiyi said in a deep voice. Said: "Since we separated just now, we haven't heard the other group's voice. I suspect that this building will block our communication with each other. Even in the two corridors on the same floor, we can't hear each other's voices." Crying for help."
"So scary?" Looking at Wen Liangshan's unseen look, this was obviously beyond his knowledge.
This is obviously saying that even if one group of people is killed by a ghost, the other group of people not far away may not know anything.
"It's not that scary, just take care of yourself." Jiang Cheng interrupted.
Huai Yi frowned slightly, but then Jiang Cheng patted his shoulder very naturally.
Huai Yi's eyes changed and he understood immediately. Jiang Cheng also agreed with his guess. He must have even noticed something following them in the darkness behind them.
But you can just know some of the guesses and don't say them out, because saying them will not do any good except making everyone more afraid.
Even if there is really something following them behind them, can they turn back now and fight that thing desperately?
Now their only hope of survival is to get the signature signed.
Yuan Xiaoyi on the third floor specifically mentioned that there is a second specimen display room at the end of the corridor on the third floor, which displays many human specimens in transparent glass jars.
There is obviously no one inside, but it will make a strange "click-click" sound in the dead of night, like someone tapping a glass jar with their hands.
And there is no need to clean it inside, it is very clean.
Jiang Cheng guessed that the registration book on the third floor should be stored in this specimen showroom.
Now that they had a target, their speed was much faster. Jiang Cheng was at the front, taking pictures of the wall with his mobile phone. After passing by one brand after another, they finally found this specimen showroom with rumors about strange stories.
"The Second Specimen Exhibition Room." The fat man said word by word to the words on the sign beside the door.
Wen Liangshan looked at the door and said in a very strange tone: "You guys, you see, this door is open."
It was then that everyone noticed that the door in the showroom was open. The door was ajar, as if someone had deliberately left a small crack. As you got closer, you could feel the cold air coming out from the crack.
This time Jiang Cheng did not force Wen Liangshan, but opened the door himself.
After shining the flashlight inward, the scene that appeared could not help but send chills down the back.
Different organs float in the glass container, looking increasingly weird under the influence of light.
The solution in the originally transparent glass jar also looked filthy, with floc constantly surging back and forth inside, making people's scalp numb.
Jiang Cheng and several people slowly walked into the room. Their first impression was that it would be a pity if some supernatural events did not happen here.
The entire showroom was much larger than they imagined. It was divided into two exhibition halls, inside and outside. There were several rows of display racks in the middle of each exhibition hall, which greatly restricted the view.
Even though time was running out now, Jiang Cheng did not let everyone separate.
If we separate in a place like this, Jiang Cheng has a feeling that if we meet again, we will not have too few people, but more people will come out.
As he quickly shuttled between the display racks, Jiang Cheng became more and more convinced that the registration book must be here.
After searching the showroom outside, they then entered the inner hall, but as soon as they entered the inner hall, the scene inside caught them off guard.
Rows of severed limbs float in glass containers, as if greeting these uninvited guests.
"Strange, why are there so many hands and feet?" Huai Yi sounded confused. Although he has never been to such a place, this is the specimen display room of the medical school, a place where students can visually observe the actual specimens.
According to common sense, a few specimens of the same kind are enough, but here there are dozens of severed hands and feet!
What do you want to do with such a quantity? Why does it feel like you are not in a medical school, but like you are in the warehouse of those killers with collecting habits in foreign movies?
These are collections.
Others had a similar feeling. Finally, when he turned a corner and moved to the last row of the exhibition hall, Wen Liangshan, who also used a flashlight to shine, couldn't help but screamed.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Huai Yi pulled him over. If the situation here didn't allow it, he would teach him a lesson.
Wen Liangshan stared intently at the nearest glass jar, which was placed on a higher shelf with a human head soaked in it.
Jiang Cheng also shined his flashlight on the head. The solution in the glass jar had a turbid feeling. I don’t know how many years had passed, but the head in the jar was still lifelike.
This is the head of a middle-aged woman, with long black hair floating around. From Jiang Cheng’s perspective, the pale muscles of the neck can be seen.
But fortunately, the head has its eyes closed and the face is very peaceful.
As the light extended into the distance, the fat man's face became more and more ugly. The display shelves leaning against the wall were filled with human heads.
The impact of this moment is unmatched by other specimens.
But there is also good news at the same time. They found a small table opposite the display rack with human heads, which seemed to be temporarily placed here.
On the table, there is a registration book.
This time Jiang Cheng leaned down and signed his name on it.
After signing, the moment he raised his head, his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced over a glass jar containing severed fingers in front of him.
The next second, his movements froze. Through the reflection of the glass jar, he saw a dozen heads displayed on a high shelf behind him, and they all opened their eyes. (End of this chapter)