Free Web NovelChapter 37: The Warehouse Morgue
"Hmph."
"If you can’t find the medicine, then just wait to die."
After the redness faded from her ears, Yang Jin pinched Shen Yu’s chin and pushed him backward onto the hospital bed.
Then she quickly turned around and left the ward with the group of strange nurses.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The sound of high heels gradually disappeared down the corridor.
Fu Jia looked at Shen Yu’s slightly miserable appearance and sneered.
"Spit."
"Do you really think one trick will work forever?"
"If you’re so capable, why don’t you just sleep with that weird nurse and have her carry you through the dungeon?"
Unlike Fu Jia’s mockery, Yan Bing wore a thoughtful expression.
"Why do I feel like that wasn’t a mission assignment?"
"It felt more like flirting."
"Huh?"
Fu Jia rolled his eyes.
"Flirting?"
"What, are they going to have a baby next?"
"’If you don’t do the mission, just wait to die.’ That’s flirting to you?"
The three exchanged glances before silently turning toward Shen Yu.
Shen Yu’s expression darkened.
He knew resistance was pointless.
Without a word, he walked to the front of the group.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The group arrived at the elevator.
Inside, there was only one button available.
B1.
The underground floor.
Ding.
The button lit up.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
As the cabin descended, a strange trembling spread through the metal walls.
Vein-like blood vessels bulged beneath the steel surface.
They pulsed rhythmically.
Fresh blood began dripping from the ceiling.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Damn."
"The contamination is still increasing."
Shen Yu sidestepped a stream of blood and glanced toward Yu Wenji’s group.
Above everyone’s headbands, the values had risen again.
-10
The situation was becoming increasingly dangerous.
However, Yu Wenji and the others had come up with a clever solution.
They held the unconscious Poor above their heads like a shield, allowing the blood to fall onto him instead.
The droplets landed on Poor’s face.
Yet his contamination value remained unchanged.
Shen Yu narrowed his eyes.
So ordinary blood doesn’t increase contamination.
Only certain abnormal phenomena do.
The elevator continued descending.
Eventually, the metallic walls completely transformed into writhing flesh.
The entire elevator became a living meat chamber.
Then—
Ding.
The doors slowly split apart.
Bright light spilled inside.
Outside stood a pair of double doors.
A sign above them read:
WAREHOUSE
"We’re here."
Without hesitation, Shen Yu crawled out of the flesh-covered elevator.
The others followed shortly after.
The moment everyone stepped outside—
-11
-12
-13
Their contamination values instantly jumped.
Within seconds, they stabilized at:
-15
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The surrounding space trembled.
The warehouse doors began bleeding.
Blue paint peeled away.
Fresh blood covered the surface.
The sign twisted and changed.
The word "Warehouse" slowly disappeared.
In its place appeared a new word.
MORGUE
A foul odor drifted from beyond the doors.
Rows upon rows of coffins could be seen inside.
Yan Bing’s face instantly paled.
"A morgue?"
"How can a psychiatric hospital have a place like this?"
Yu Wenji remained calm.
"No matter what illusion we’re seeing, this area is still technically the warehouse."
"If the mission says the medicine is here, then it’s here."
He glanced toward the blood-red doors.
"We retrieve the medicine and leave immediately."
Then his gaze landed on Shen Yu.
"Kid."
"Lead the way."
Shen Yu’s face darkened.
Again.
They were using him as bait.
Still, he walked forward.
Creeeak—
The iron doors slowly opened.
A wave of bloody stench rushed outward.
The scene beyond was horrifying.
The floor was covered in thick, coagulated blood.
Countless coffins of different sizes were scattered throughout the room.
At the far end stood rows of metal corpse cabinets stacked like shelves.
Each cabinet bore a number.
Almost immediately, Shen Yu spotted one marked:
018
His eyes narrowed.
The mission mentioned Medicine Box 18.
Cabinet 018 must be connected.
Just as he prepared to move forward, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Wait."
Yu Wenji pressed him in place.
"Fu Jia." frёeωebɳovel.com
"Check for traps first."
"Don’t let the kid die before he becomes useful."
Fu Jia nodded.
His Eye of Insight activated.
A faint glow flickered beneath his headband.
His gaze swept across the room.
The coffins.
The corpse cabinets.
The walls.
Nothing appeared.
No information.
No prompts.
Until his eyes settled on the thick blood covering the floor.
Suddenly—
His pupils contracted violently.
A message appeared.
[Cursed Ground]
Whose blood stained this warehouse?
Whose body rests here?
Fu Jia immediately repeated the message.
The room fell silent.
Yu Wenji’s eyes flickered.
He seemed to grasp something.
Then he suddenly shouted:
"Don’t touch the floor!"
"The clue is obvious—"
But before he could finish—
Shen Yu had already moved.
He retreated several steps.
Then sprinted forward.
At the edge of the doorway, he jumped.
For a brief moment, his body hung in the air.
Then—
Thud!
He landed atop a nearby coffin.
The coagulated blood remained untouched.
Standing on the coffin lid, Shen Yu surveyed the room.
The clue was indeed obvious.
The blood itself was the danger.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He continued jumping.
One coffin.
Then another.
Then another.
The morgue remained silent.
Nothing attacked him.
No traps were triggered.
Finally, after crossing nearly half the room, Shen Yu landed beside Cabinet 018.
His expression relaxed slightly.
Looks like I was right.
He placed one hand on the cabinet handle.
Then pulled.
CLANG!
The heavy corpse drawer slid outward.
A rusted metal bed emerged from within.
Everyone’s eyes focused on it.
Then they froze.
Because inside Cabinet 018—
There was nothing.
No corpse.
No medicine.
No clues.
The compartment was completely empty.
And somehow, that was far more unsettling than finding a body.
The moment the heavy iron cabinet was pulled open, a massive metal bed frame rolled out with a deafening clang.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound echoed through the morgue.
"What?"
"There’s nothing inside?"
Fu Jia’s face turned pale.
"How can that be? Does that mean the medicine only exists in the warehouse version of this place?"
Standing beside Cabinet 018, Shen Yu’s eyelids twitched.
If the medicine couldn’t be found here, then as their Pollution Values continued rising, none of them would have much time left.
"Damn it..."
"How is this possible?"
"Was the mission lying to us from the beginning?"
Fu Jia stretched his neck toward the morgue, his voice trembling. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
"Without the medicine, we’re finished."
Yan Bing remained silent. Her expression darkened as she slowly turned around, seemingly preparing to retreat toward the elevator.
"No."
Yu Ji’s cold voice suddenly rang out.
"The mission won’t lie."
His gaze remained fixed on the empty cabinet.
"If the mission says the medicine is in the warehouse, then it exists."
"It’s just that after entering this polluted world, nobody knows what form the medicine has taken."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Shen Yu."
"Tear down Cabinet 018 completely and bring it out."
The command came naturally, as though ordering a servant.
Shen Yu’s lips twitched.
Does he seriously think the cabinet itself is the medicine?
Even so, under Yu Ji’s watchful gaze, refusing wasn’t an option.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Yu placed both hands against the cold metal frame.
Creak...
Creak...
The cabinet shook violently as he pulled.
The entire structure groaned.
Buzz—
The floor of the morgue began vibrating.
At first, it was subtle.
Then the trembling intensified.
Puff.
Puff.
Puff.
Dark-red blood scabs covering the ground suddenly started swelling like boiling flesh.
Bubbles rose from beneath the coagulated blood.
The atmosphere instantly became suffocating.
Shen Yu’s expression changed.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The moment Cabinet 018 started moving, it felt as though the entire morgue had awakened.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
A series of heavy impacts suddenly echoed from the corridor near the elevator.
The sound was slow.
Rhythmic.
Like something enormous was dragging itself closer.
Everyone froze.
Even Yu Ji’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The impacts grew louder.
Closer.
Closer still.
Then—
A pale hand suddenly slammed against the wall beside the elevator entrance.
Bang!
Cracks spread across the blood-soaked surface.
A second hand appeared.
Then a third.
And a fourth.
One after another, corpse-like arms emerged from the darkness.
Their skin was swollen and gray-white.
Their fingernails were black.
Fresh blood dripped continuously from their fingertips.
Yan Bing’s face lost all color.
"What... are those?"
Nobody answered.
Because at that moment, the source of the footsteps finally revealed itself.
A gigantic corpse nearly three meters tall slowly crawled into view.
Its body was stitched together from dozens of different human corpses.
Arms protruded from its back.
Human heads hung from its waist.
Its chest had been cut open, revealing layers of writhing flesh.
Most horrifying of all—
Every corpse fragment bore a numbered tag.
The numbers stopped just before 018.
As though it were searching for the final missing piece.
The monster’s dozens of eyes slowly turned toward Shen Yu.
Toward Cabinet 018.
Toward the only thing missing from its body.
A chilling system notification suddenly echoed in everyone’s ears.
[Warning!]
[The Morgue Collector has detected the location of Corpse Cabinet 018.]
[Please protect the cabinet and survive until the medicine is discovered.]
[Failure will result in immediate annihilation.]
Silence filled the morgue.
Then Shen Yu looked at the giant cabinet in his hands and cursed inwardly.
So this thing really was important.
And judging from that monster’s gaze...
It wanted it back.
