Prologue

As the clock ticked, just when Old Liu was holding his breath, ready to seize the most crucial moment, a sound of dripping water pierced his ears. His entire body trembled. In the morgue, the sound of dripping water was not unheard, but it usually came from fresh corpses of accidental deaths just delivered. These bodies bore open wounds, and since they had just died, their blood was still fresh and had not completely drained, often flowing from the corpse table onto the floor. But tonight...! His entire body shuddered again. The morgue had indeed received such a corpse of an untimely death. Moreover, she had been brought in for several hours. If there was blood, it would either have coagulated or dried up; how could there still be a sound of dripping water? Thinking of this, Old Liu's hand involuntarily trembled slightly as he slowly turned his head to look down. Under the cold light, there was a conspicuous blood spot on the floor. Looking up from the position of that blood spot, several strands of long hair were gathering droplets of blood.

A chilling scream echoed in the night sky, and no one knew what had truly transpired in the morgue at midnight

Ah

Sigh, what a pity... what a pity... Old Liu muttered continuously. This evening, the criminal police team brought in a girl who had fallen from a building several stories high, her face a bloody mess. Many people came to mourn the body, including some prominent figures, to the extent that even the curator had to personally come out to greet them. Old Liu sighed and slowly walked towards the morgue. In his youth, he was also a wayward second-rate character, lacking any real skills; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up with such a dismal job. Now that he is older, he has neither money nor influence, and no woman is willing to be with him. Over time, he has become somewhat unable to endure the loneliness. The morgue is also one of the places he needs to inspect. Every time a young female corpse is brought in, he takes the opportunity to indulge himself, though he does not have the courage to commit any acts of necrophilia. Moreover, today’s corpse is of such significance that at most, he would just go in to touch the smooth skin of the young girl, merely to satisfy his cravings.

The morgue, as cold as ever, is said by some to be filled with chill, while others claim it is imbued with a sense of gloom. However, for Old Liu, it makes no difference; this place is no different from his own yard, as he has long since grown accustomed to it. None of the funeral home staff would find it boring to fear the corpses. The female corpse lies on the gurney outside, and tomorrow, a specialized mortician will come to perform beautification on the body. If any action is to be taken, it must be done tonight.

The rough hand brushed against the girl's calf. Although she had already lost her life, her skin remained smooth and delicate, tender enough to seem as if it could yield water. Old Liu's hand slowly moved up her calf, past her knee and thigh, and as his hand approached the root of her leg, his heartbeat quickened. Was it tension? Excitement? Old Liu himself could not clearly define it; it was a strange feeling he had never experienced before. Old Liu's hand slowly moved up her calf, past her knee and thigh, and as his hand approached the root of her leg, his heartbeat quickened. Was it tension? Excitement? Old Liu himself could not clearly define it; it was a strange feeling he had never experienced before

Old Liu couldn't help but shiver, slowly raising his head, wanting to gaze at the head of the female corpse