However, this time, Eric Carter was neither manic nor angry. He simply reached out and knocked on the metal plate above his head:

"What's up?"

Eric Carter didn't think someone had come here to help him push the ice coffin in and then lock it again—unless that person was a mentally deranged lunatic, and Eric Carter didn't believe his luck was that bad.

Besides,

He had closed the door after entering the morgue. A lunatic who knows the morgue door code?

Would you believe that?

So, Eric Carter could only assume that some kind of thing had "helped" him out, and had done so thoroughly.

Yet, after this inquiry, it was still completely silent outside.

Eric Carter simply ignored it, closed his eyes again, and prepared to get a good sleep.

He fell asleep very quickly.

After all, he hadn't slept for two days, and a lot had happened in those two days, so the accumulated fatigue was truly overwhelming.

Even if the world floods after my death,

Right now, no one can stop me from sleeping.

……

He didn't know how long he had slept. When Eric Carter opened his eyes, he just felt refreshed, with a long-lost sense of energy, though unfortunately, his body was also frozen stiff.

The stiffness in his body was a bit frightening. In the cramped space, Eric Carter tried his best to wriggle a little, and a series of "cracking" sounds followed, so comfortable that he couldn't help but let out a sound.

At this moment, the nails on all ten of Eric Carter's fingers naturally grew longer and turned black, glimmering with a strange luster. The stiffness in his body and the cold that would be unbearable for an ordinary person were slowly gathering at his fingertips.

The whole process didn't last long, but it made Eric Carter no longer feel cold or uncomfortable.

He instinctively kicked again, and the ice coffin slid out naturally.

The lock—

Was it unlocked?

Eric Carter was a bit surprised. He sat up from the steel plate, got down, and then pushed it back in.

His clothes felt stiff, hanging on his body like cardboard, giving an extremely uncomfortable sensation, while Eric Carter's gaze roamed around.

The morgue of the affiliated hospital wasn't very big. Compared to those in big city hospitals, it even seemed a bit shy, but there were still quite a few corpses stored inside.

Eric Carter didn't know who had helped push him in before, and now it would be hard to find out.

Fortunately, since the other party had unlocked the latch again while he was sleeping, Eric Carter didn't plan to make any more trouble here.

He walked toward the morgue door, intending to leave, but as he passed by those beds covered with white sheets, Eric Carter stopped.

Those corpses covered with white sheets didn't look any different,

Including the old lady wrapped in a floral quilt from home—she didn't seem to have changed either.

But Eric Carter still stopped,

Because he remembered that the old lady's head and feet had switched positions.

It was impossible that, while he was sleeping, the morgue attendant came in, did nothing else, and just flipped the old lady around.

Eric Carter stood by the old lady and said:

"If it's you, and you don't come out now, I'm leaving."

The old lady had pushed him in and locked him up before, maybe out of malice, but then she quietly unlocked it again, which meant she didn't really want to harm him.

Maybe someone was about to come by at the time, and if they saw a dark cabinet with the latch open, they might have discovered him.

After all, whether these dark cabinets are locked or not is obvious from the outside.

He waited half a minute, but nothing happened, so Eric Carter decided not to wait any longer.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a sigh came from behind him.

Eric Carter really disliked this feeling—

So coy,

Playing hard to get,

Clearly an old lady when she died, yet insisting on acting like a little girl.

Fine, age discrimination is wrong, but it's true that people are a bit more tolerant of pretty female ghosts—it's just human nature.

If Nie Xiaoqian had a face full of wrinkles and big yellow teeth, do you think Ning Caichen would still have a romance with her?

Eric Carter turned around and looked behind him.

An old lady with a head of silver hair was crouching there, holding a faded handkerchief and wiping her eyes.

But ghosts don't have tears, so from Eric Carter's perspective, the old lady looked more like she was wailing dryly.

"Go ahead and cry, I won't bother you."

Eric Carter was about to leave.

He realized that, after all, he was just an ordinary person—even when seeing ghosts, he cared about looks.

"Help me, I have money," the old lady suddenly said.

"Okay," Eric Carter replied. He needed money.

Damn Ryan Cooper's Alipay and WeChat together had less than two hundred yuan, and with the 1,100 that "murderer" brought back, Eric Carter's total assets were less than 1,300.

And all the houses and savings from Eric Carter's previous life had probably been donated to the orphanage, so now he was all alone.

"My money is in the compartment of my cabinet—it's an old yellow-painted wardrobe, there's thirty thousand yuan in it, and also my dowry from when I got married: a jade hairpin, a jade bracelet. I don't know how much they're worth."