2. Morgue

Park Tae-hyun kept cursing in his heart.

At this moment, the people around him were no longer his colleagues, nor his friends, nor his leaders and elders.

They Actually thought he was dead.

But can the dead still hear sounds and feel things?

I'm not dead!

You bastards,

I'm not dead!

Help me!

Help me!

The stretcher began to move, everything was quiet, and the temperature was gradually dropping.

"Soo-jin, don't be too sad."

The dean said that the hospital will hold a memorial service for Dr. Park tomorrow," one nurse whispered.

"Sister Soo-jin, I just can't believe it. A person is gone just like that. Doctor Park was such a good person, how could he be gone just like that?" another nurse replied.

"There are unexpected changes in life, and people are subject to misfortunes at any time. Just look at it with an open mind," a third voice added.

After the two nurses said this, they left.

All around,

Empty,

That chilly feeling.

It is so clear.

Park Tae-hyun kept struggling and trying to resist.

He wanted to wake up, and he desperately wanted to make his own voice heard.

But what he felt now was like sleep paralysis.

No matter how hard he tried, his body was no longer under his control.

Finally,

He gave up in despair.

He is tired.

I am tired too.

He knows where he is now.

In the hospital,

Morgue.

When Park Tae-hyun "woke up" again, he felt a slight chill on his face, and a very clear tingling sensation.

"Have you finished his makeup?" someone asked.

"Don't be impatient, wait. This was a Freak Accident. how can we finish quickly?" another voice replied.

"The hospital is urging us to send him to the memorial service right away."

"Then, why don't you come and help me out here?"

The makeup artist seemed a little angry and used more force when applying makeup.

Of course, their clients were deceased people, who naturally wouldn't complain about pain, and they didn't have to worry about receiving complaints.

They just needed to let the living see the results.

Park Tae-hyun no longer had the strength to struggle.

He just stayed there quietly.

Enduring the stinging pain of the makeup pen pressing down on his face,

finally,

The makeup is finished.

"Okay, let them in, our work is done."

Park Tae-hyun felt his clothes being changed, and then he was pushed out.

The hospital staff carried him to a soft and cramped space.

This,

It should be an ice coffin.

Then, all the noise around was instantly isolated.

The lid must have been closed.

Jitter,

shake,

Bumping...

After an unknown amount of time, Park Tae-hyun finally heard the sound again.

The lid of the ice coffin should have been opened.

He heard some sound,

It is mourning music.

The dean was holding the microphone and giving a speech.

He was praising Park Tae-hyun and feeling sorry for himself.

Then there are the vice-president, director, and others.

Around,

From time to time there were sounds of footsteps.

Some people just walked past quietly and took a last look at him.

Someone even tried to call out to him a few times, crying.

This is to pay respect to the deceased.

Look up,

My remains!

I am not dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead yet!

Not dead!

Park Tae-hyun wailed in his heart,

He started trying again.

But still no way,

He can only hear and feel.

But I can't speak,

I can't open my eyes.

Everyone thought he was dead.

But he knew clearly,

He is not dead yet!

The children from the orphanage also came and cried beside him.

They cried sincerely because Park Tae-hyun himself was also a child from an orphanage.

Therefore, most of his salary was donated to the orphanage. This time, he had a car accident because he was rushing to drive back to the orphanage at night to celebrate Children's Day with the children.

"Dr. Park, go with peace of mind. Your Accident was an Unfortunate Event. sigh.....The hospital will give your compensation to the orphanage, so don't worry," the vice president said as he stood beside Park Tae-hyun.

Then,

Park Tae-Hyun felt isolated again, and the lid of the ice coffin should have been closed again.

Then there was another jolt.

Finally, it stopped.

The lid of the ice coffin was opened again.

It was quite quiet all around, with occasional human voices heard, but it wasn't noisy.

There were two people, one holding his shoulders and the other holding his legs to lift him up, and then they placed him on another cold rack, which seemed to be a steel plate.

These two people are very skilled.

Very, very skilled.

There were faint cries all around.

Park Tae-hyun couldn't figure out where he was at first.

But at this time,

He suddenly understood.

Son of a bitch!

They sent him to the crematorium!

They are going to burn him!

I'm not dead, you bastards!

I'm not dead!

Not dead yet!

Don't cremate me.

Don't cremate me!

I'M NOT DEAD YET!!!!!!!

This time, Park Tae-hyun was the craziest and also the most insane.

He knows,

Once you are cremated,

Then there is no room for rescue at all!

He will face death directly!

The complete end!

He was unwilling to accept this, he really was reluctant to accept this.

He was not even thirty years old, he had not started a family, he had no children, he still had a life to live, and he still had a long way to go!

"Mom, I just saw Uncle's hand move," a little girl's timid voice sounded nearby.

"Pa!" A slap came over.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll deal with you when we get back Home," the girl's mother scolded.

Park Tae-hyun was desperate.

Because no matter how hard he struggled,

How he wailed in Despair,

No one outside could sense it.

He was put on the conveyor belt.

The machine started up.

He was being pushed forward.

He knew what he was about to face.

Therefore, he was extremely terrified!

No,

No,

NO!!!!!

I'm not dead, I'm really not dead!

Don't burn me!

DON'T BURN ME!!!!

No one could hear my call,

They were mourning, They would soon mourn for another few hours and then go home for dinner and continue their usual lives.

Finally,

Park Tae-hyun felt as if he was pushed into a narrow place full of the smell of oil residue.

Next,

A sticky liquid was sprayed on his body.

He knew what this was.

It's gasoline.

Next,

"Sizzle…"

Hot!

Very hot!

Pain,

Severe burning pain!

Fire,

Fire,

Fire,

There is fire everywhere...