Chapter 23

At this moment, Jiang Cheng found a journal on the desk, the cover of which read "Anatomy and Clinic," instantly reminding him of the two anatomy professors Yuan Xiaoyi had mentioned.

After that incident, the two professors seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. Not only had the students never seen them again, but even the academy website had removed their names.

Judging by the seal on the door, Jiang Cheng was eighty percent sure that this was the former office of those two professors, only it had been closed down after the incident.

"Doctor," Fatty said with pleasant surprise, "come and take a look, I found it!"

Fatty was standing in front of a small table placed alone against the wall. There were a few sheets of paper on the table, as well as a bottle of blue-black ink. A register was lying underneath the ink bottle.

Jiang Cheng picked it up and found that it was almost identical to the one he had seen in the security room.

Jiang Cheng handed the register to Fatty. "You sign."

It was obvious that Fatty had a physiological aversion to signing it, but because the doctor had asked him to, he didn't hesitate and quickly signed his name on it: Wang Fugui.

After that, they didn't linger, found the staircase on the other side, and quickly arrived on the third floor.

Just as they reached the third floor, Huai Yi seemed to sense something. He turned his head to look at the stairs they had just walked up and frowned. "Did you guys hear anything?"

Wen Liangshan swallowed and said, "I heard a little something earlier. Could it be the other group?"

"No," Huai Yi said in a low voice, "we haven't heard the other group since we separated just now. I suspect this building is blocking our communication with each other. Even on two corridors on the same floor, you can't hear the other's cries for help."

"That's so terrifying?" Looking at Wen Liangshan's naive expression, this obviously exceeded his understanding.

This clearly implied that even if one team was killed by a ghost, the other team, not far away, might 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 him on the shoulder very naturally.

Huai Yi's eyes changed, and he immediately understood. Jiang Cheng also agreed with his guess, and he must have even noticed that something was following them in the darkness behind them.

But some guesses are better left unsaid, because saying them out loud would only make everyone more afraid, without any benefit.

Even if there was really something following them, could they turn around now and fight that thing to the death?

Their only hope of surviving now was to complete the signing.

Yuan Xiaoyi had specifically mentioned the third floor, saying that at the end of the corridor on the third floor, there was a Second Specimen Exhibition Room, which displayed many human specimens in transparent glass jars.

Even though there was no one inside, it would make strange "thud, thud" sounds in the dead of night, as if someone was knocking on the glass jars with their hands.

Moreover, it didn't need to be cleaned and was very clean.

Jiang Cheng guessed that the third-floor register should be kept in this specimen exhibition room.

Now that they had a goal, their speed increased a lot. Jiang Cheng used his phone to shine on the wall in the front, and after passing one sign after another, they finally found this specimen exhibition room with strange stories circulating about it.

"Second Specimen Exhibition Room," Fatty said, word by word, looking at the words on the sign next to the door.

Wen Liangshan looked at the door and said in a very strange tone: "You... you see, the door is open."

Only then did everyone notice that the door of the exhibition room was ajar, as if someone had deliberately left a small crack. Getting closer, they could feel the cold air coming out of the gap.

This time, Jiang Cheng didn't force Wen Liangshan, but pushed the door open himself.

After the flashlight shone inside, the scene that appeared made people's backs feel cold.

Different organs floated in the glass containers, appearing even more eerie under the light.

The solution in the originally transparent glass jars also appeared turbid and unbearable, with flocs constantly surging back and forth, making people's scalps tingle.

Jiang Cheng and the others slowly walked into the room. Their first impression of this place was that it would be a pity if no supernatural events happened, given this setting.

The entire exhibition room was much larger than they had imagined, divided into two exhibition halls, an outer and an inner one. Each exhibition hall also had several rows of display shelves separating them, greatly limiting the view.

Even though time was tight, Jiang Cheng didn't let everyone separate.

If they were to separate in this kind of place, Jiang Cheng had a feeling that when they met again, either someone would be missing, or someone extra would appear.

Moving quickly between the display shelves, Jiang Cheng became more and more convinced that the register must be here.

After searching the outer exhibition room, they then entered the inner hall, but the scene inside caught them off guard.

Rows of severed hands and feet floated in glass containers, as if greeting these uninvited guests.

"Strange, why so many hands and feet?" Huai Yi said with a puzzled voice. Although he had never been to such a place, this was the specimen exhibition room of the medical school, a place for students to observe specimens directly.

Logically speaking, a few of the same specimens would be enough, but there were dozens of severed hands and feet here!

What were they trying to do with such a quantity? It didn't feel like a medical school at all, but more like the warehouse of a serial killer with a collecting fetish in a foreign film.

These are all collections.

The others had similar feelings. Finally, when they turned a corner and reached the last row of the exhibition hall, Wen Liangshan, who was also shining his flashlight, couldn't help but scream.

"What are you yelling about!" Huai Yi pulled him over, and would have taught him a lesson if the situation here didn't prevent it.

Wen Liangshan's eyes were fixed on the nearest glass jar. The glass jar was placed on a higher shelf, and a human head was immersed inside.

Jiang Cheng also shone his flashlight on the head. The solution in the glass jar had a turbid feeling. After who knows how many years, the head in the jar was still lifelike.

This was the head of a middle-aged woman. Her long black hair was floating around. From Jiang Cheng's angle, he could see the pale muscles of her neck.

But fortunately, the head had its eyes closed, and its face was very peaceful.

As the light extended into the distance, Fatty's face became more and more unsightly. He leaned against the display shelf by the wall, which was full of heads.

The impact of this moment was unmatched by other specimens.

But at the same time, there was also good news. They found a small table opposite the display shelves with the heads on them, as if it had been placed there temporarily.

And on the table, there was a register.

This time, Jiang Cheng bent down and signed his name on it.

After signing, just as he raised his head, he inadvertently glanced at 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 that the dozens of heads displayed on the high shelves behind him had all opened their eyes.