Realizing that he might be taking me away, I couldn't help clenching my fists tight and stabbing my palm with my nails to remain conscious.
Not long after, the elevator door opened again, and he carried me up directly. The road was bumpy all the way. I thought I would be thrown into a car, and then I would be brought into a tiny dark house, just like what had happened before, and then get interrogated in the end.
However, when a strong gust of cold air blew past, I sobered up a little bit from the chill.
Although the weather in September was cold, it was not freezing. It was at subzero degrees.
I suddenly realized that I was at the morgue!
Not only was the parking lot on the ground floor, but the morgue was too.
Moreover, we were at a hospital. No matter how low the temperature in the parking lot was, it was impossible for it to drop to below zero degrees.
Feeling the chill, I regained some of my consciousness. I opened my eyes and shivered a little. Around me, it was all white and cloudy. The bodies that had not been put into the morgue were placed on the morgue slabs, covered in white
cloth.
The man took me down from his shoulders, and then I heard the sound of ice cubes moving around.
A few seconds later, I felt that I was being put into a container, making me feel particularly cold.
After some creaking sounds, I was then pushed into a contained space.
The remaining senses I had allowed me to recognize that I was being put into a freezer used for dead bodies.
My survival instinct made me want to cry out for help. However, I could only raise my hand to touch the edge of the freezer. I had no strength to hit it or even make a little noise.
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