Abigail heard their chatter and suddenly pushed open a door and rushed in. The few men, upon seeing this, casually sauntered in her direction.
A sleazy laughter reverberated throughout the entire second basement floor.
Today, a medical competition took place in the hospital, and everyone else was reassigned to the upper floors, leaving the second basement floor deserted.
It was the perfect setup for a murder.
The group arrived at the door of the room Abigail had just entered and saw the words "Morgue" boldly written at the top, which instinctively sent a chill down their spines.
The leader was startled for a moment before hocking up some spit onto the ground fiercely, "Fuck, bad luck!"
No wonder there weren't any people on this floor; it turned out the morgue was here.
"Olive, should we go in?" A timid boy with a shock of yellow hair shrunk back and asked timidly.