The door was shut , green pupil raised his head, propped up on the table is already a button down the photo. Photo of woman bright eyes if Chan , smiling gently at him .

"Red Show , Red Show . " Hitomi whispered read blue concept, a drop of clear tear drops down.

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The rain finally stopped. Zhao large and open the window , took a deep breath . In addition to the fresh smell of rain coming into the nose , the air seems to have kind of a strange taste .

Soon , Zhao Daming white what flavor . Is the security room next to the morgue , where today, just pull to a dead body . I heard a college student, the cause of death was more surprising. Forensic room of people crunching to 22:00 no results came up .

Zhao large seat to sit , turned on the radio . It was old seagull license radio station , in addition to some squeak pull tone , the signal frequency is very good.

" listeners Hello everybody , it is now 23:00 . our next show is that horrible night , please the elderly , women, have a heart of listeners turn off the radio , or , at your peril . " radio came a ghost Senran The male voice .

" Cut , What the hell . also frighten people. " Zhao Big to chair a reliable, sound chip cursed .

Zhao great ancestors is big . Unfortunately, his generation , family run-down to the extreme. Fortunately, his daring greatly , is because of this, he can seek in the morgue next to the vigil of the errand . This work is very simple, listening to a radio in his chair , at sunrise , they work . One month's wages than the value of the security during the day when more than half .

" ... the person behind you ... " began the horrible night radio program . Is nothing but a strange man through the thick atmosphere , in terms of an old-fashioned ghost stories. Of these , Zhao large long habits.

Half of the story mentioned , when suddenly the radio came a slight rustle , like the sound of people walking . Zhao large sat up and debugging of the few , the sound still goes on . Zhao large can not help but wonder , he turned off the radio you want to re- tune , suddenly paused the .

Turn off the radio , and yet , the sound still continues .

That voice is not on the radio . Zhao major stations up , he pricking up her , follow the sound source. Finally stopped at the door .

Sound coming from next door .

Next door is a dead man , how could someone walk ?

Well, certainly into the thief . Great pick up the baton Zhao went to the outside .

Morgue there is only one degree lower in the incandescent light hair with dark yellow . Zhao Tai Mao Zhaoyao , crept in and went inside.

Zhao Tai stared, no one in the morgue . However, the voice are still in the ring . Seems , is lying in the mortuary of that body upon the bed coming .

Zhao large strange , he took the baton went over .

At this time, cover the body of the shroud in the body suddenly moved.

Zhao large paused the . A lot of attention behind his air-conditioned . As if the person behind him blowing , he smacks her lips and sip , one put aside the the shroud .

Bodies lying on the bed suddenly began to move.

Zhao big shock, watched the bed that were already dead , what about his feet.