Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 643: mortuary
Marcus and the others couldn't understand Du Wei's words.
They only felt that the name in front of them was crazy.
What is this place?
The stronghold of voodoo!
A religion with never-fading flowers and the head of a demon god.
Now, out of nowhere, an existence who doesn't know whether it's a ghost or a human came out, and made a mess of things, and said that they were walked into a dream by themselves.
How is it possible...
Marcus couldn't help but want to speak immediately.
But not yet.
Du Wei turned around, sat down, and pressed his hands on the piano keys again.
This time.
A song with a more violent rhythm was played.
Darkness, shadows, everything represents the product of man's primitive fear, covering everything.
Marcus and the others only felt the darkness in front of them, as if they were trapped in a huge vortex, their bodies were shaking, and they couldn't help themselves at all.
Just listening, accompanied by the weird sound of the piano music, interlaced with the man's extremely cold, emotionless words.
"The body returns to reality, and the soul is lost in dreams."
"I will arrange everything for you, and this will be a one-sided transaction. You dedicate your soul to me, and I will get everything from you."
…
Hoo...
Cold and scary.
The space is small and dark.
Marcus was dressed roughly. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could clearly feel his breath.
The temperature is very low, it seems to have dropped to freezing point.
He is now in a small space, and it is difficult for him to move his body. His ability as a hunter seems to have completely lost its effect here.
"Damn it, what the **** is this place!"
Marcus remained in danger, groping in the darkness with his hands, trying to find a way to escape from here.
He felt more and more.
The inexplicable existence is extremely evil to Voodoo and what they do to them.
The chill revealed in the other party's words is even more instinctively uncomfortable.
A one-sided deal?
Isn't this the act of the devil!
The more he groped, the colder Marcus felt. He found that the place he was in seemed to be a square space of some kind of ventilation duct, because the surroundings were smooth, and only the joints could feel the edges and corners.
It's cold all the time.
He was shivering with cold.
Suddenly...
Marcus touched the two screw heads on the top of his head with both hands, as if the iron sheet on his head was connected to a handle, and the screws were tightened from the inside.
"I..."
"I'm in a closet?"
"No, why is there air conditioning in the cabinet, could it be..."
A thought flashed through Marcus's mind that made his hair stand on end.
"I'm in the morgue?"
The idea was just born.
Marcus couldn't take it anymore, his scalp felt numb, and he slammed his head and hands against the morgue's drawer.
"Damn devil, let me out...you will go to hell...I curse you, you will..."
Bang bang bang...
Marcus made a lot of noise.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard another crashing sound, right next to him.
The morgue is usually multi-layered.
It is specially used for crematoriums and mortuaries. There are some criminal police forensic teams and special mortuary cabinets.
But basically they are all big.
Each large mortuary cabinet is divided into grids of the same size. Those staff members are like opening drawers. When opening these grids, the difference between corpses and objects is probably that one is neater and the other is messy. .
"Besides me, are there people in other cabinets?"
Marcus' expression became agitated.
He knocked **** the side wall of the mortuary cabinet and shouted, "I'm Marcus, are you a Voodoo?"
However, the noise from next door stopped abruptly.
Marcus was startled and swallowed hard.
He froze his hands, not daring to knock any more.
The mouth is also tightly shut.
At this moment, the silence is penetrating.
Marcus's back was covered with cold sweat, he kept quiet, like a corpse, without any movement.
But my mind was thinking crazily.
"The people next door heard me, why didn't they answer me? Instead, they kept quiet."
"Because it's not human?"
"Or, is there something I didn't discover?"
The idea just came to mind.
Da da da...
Marcus heard footsteps coming from far and near.
Then, there was a babbling sound of the door opening.
"Anyone?"
Marcus had a strange look on his face. He didn't know whether he should speak, or whether he should make a noise to let the other party let him out.
But in such a weird situation.
He felt that it might be the best choice not to act rashly.
But the unknown existence next door seems to be...
It doesn't seem to be human either.
A dilemma...
Marcus decided to calm down and wait for the opportunity to appear.
Just.
His suspicions were quickly cut short.
Because the footsteps were getting closer, he soon came to the morgue where he was locked, and stopped.
And then.
There is no movement.
Marcus hasn't felt this way in too long.
Fear...
Afraid of...
When the footsteps stopped, Marcus's scalp tingled.
The hunter's loss of humanity, rationality and cold-bloodedness disappeared at this moment.
The deepest fear in the human subconscious.
Even the fear that he himself had forgotten about the seal engraved deep in his genes and in his bones was all aroused.
Suddenly...
Da da da...
The footsteps moved away.
Moreover, he went to the next door.
Marcus held his breath, his eyes widened, and he pressed his ears to the side wall of the morgue, trying to hear what was going on next door.
What can be heard is a piercing clatter.
The morgue next door seems to have been pulled out.
The friction between the iron sheets makes people involuntarily think of the harsh sound of fingernails scratching on stainless steel.
And then.
It was another dull footstep.
It is completely different from the previous footsteps, and they can be clearly distinguished. The weight of the two is different, because one footstep is slightly lighter, and the other is slightly heavier.
Wait until they leave.
Marcus couldn't bear it anymore, struggling crazily, kicking with his legs, hitting with his fists, and hitting with his head.
He was dripping with blood.
But the morgue was originally opened unilaterally.
No matter how hard you try from the inside, you can't push it away unless you pull it from the outside.
In those film and television dramas ~IndoMTL.com~ the protagonists push open the morgue and run out of the shooting techniques, which are basically exaggerated. In reality, even if you wake up from the morgue, you There is nothing to do.
The cold air will gradually stiffen your body.
Struggling hard is just hastening the arrival of death.
However.
Maybe Marcus was lucky, the door of the mortuary cabinet that closed him was not very tight, and there was a gap in it when he hit it like this.
With hope in his heart, Marcus lay in the morgue, thrusting his hands into the gap, trying to push himself out.
Just.
When the gap gradually widens.
When Marcus was able to raise his head, he saw two voodoo hunters in black with expressionless faces standing outside the morgue, looking at him coldly.
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