Ghost House January 15, 2022 [Hospital Ghost Stories] People have been watching [Typeface:]
Introduction It is a cold winter, and the Chongqing Jiangjin Crematorium has ushered in more than a dozen heroes who died in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam. Xiao Yang is the beautician of the crematorium. Because she is far away from home, she lives alone in the crematorium. It was already dark at night, so Xiao Yang lit the kerosene lamp and went to the mortuary to look at these heroes, and saw that although they were already lying here coldly! Xiao Yang still felt infinitely sad and sighed in his heart: "The hearts of these heroes must still stay on the battlefield! In order to defend their homes and the country! For the peace of the people, they selflessly contributed their precious lives! We should really be good. Learn from them!
It was a cold winter, and Chongqing Jiangjin Crematorium welcomed more than a dozen heroes who died in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam.
Xiao Yang is the beautician of the crematorium. Because she is far away from home, she lives alone in the crematorium.
It was already dark at night, so Xiao Yang lit the kerosene lamp and went to the mortuary to look at these heroes, and saw that although they were already lying here coldly! Xiao Yang still felt infinitely sad and sighed in his heart: "The hearts of these heroes must still stay on the battlefield! In order to defend their homes and the country! For the peace of the people, they selflessly contributed their precious lives! We should really be good. Learn from them!"
Xiao Yang returned to the dormitory and watched "Story Meeting" for a while, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
In a daze, Xiao Yang heard someone singing military songs nearby, the singing was melodious and intermittent. Xiao Yang muttered: "Who is still humming around so late? Hey! Leave him alone! Let's go to sleep!"
After a while, Xiao Yang fell into a deep sleep.
During the day, Xiao Yang groomed these heroes one by one.
According to the instructions of the superiors, in order to show respect for these heroes! They need to be cremated after a memorial service has been held.
That night, the night was as black as ink, and the gloomy wind was blowing outside the window.
As soon as Xiao Yang lay down, she heard the familiar military song intermittently. She got up quickly, listened to the song and searched for it, only to find that it was coming from the morgue.
"I checked them during the day, are they all dead? Are those heroes still dead? Are the souls still reverberating inside?" Xiao Yang wondered in his heart.
After a while, the singing stopped, and Xiao Yang heard shouts from the mortuary again: "Left…left…left and right! Stand still! Look to the right! Look forward! Take a break!"
"Then it must be the ghosts of the heroes!" Xiao Yang felt a little timid, so he went back to bed and continued to sleep.
The next day about the ghost story in the military camp, Xiao Yang reported the situation to the leader of the crematorium, and the leader was furious: "What year is this? Why do you still believe in these feudal superstitions?"
"Where am I superstitious? Let's go to the morgue together!"
Xiao Yang accompanied the leader to the mortuary for inspection, and saw that the heroes were lying quietly on the mortuary bed, and there was nothing unusual.
"What's the problem? What a fuss!" The leader asked dissatisfied.
"There's really singing! There's also shouting!"
"Who will believe your nonsense?"
"Then don't you know if you come to have a look together at night?"
"Okay! I'll take a look tonight! If you find out that you lied to me! You don't need to go to work! Hmph!"
In the evening, just as the leader sat down to drink tea, he heard a burst of military singing from nearby.
"Did you hear that? I really didn't lie to you!"
"I'm not deaf! Of course I heard it!"
"Then let's go and see together!"
The singing came out from the morgue, singing sadly! Sing sadly! After the song was over, there was another shouting sound from inside.
The leader and Xiao Yang tiptoed to the window of the mortuary. Under the dim moonlight, the leader could only see a row of people in white clothes standing neatly by the wall of the mortuary. : "Stand still! Turn right! Walk together! Left!…"
"Ah!" The leader screamed in fright and fell down.
"What's the matter? What do you see?"
"Run! There are… Zombies come back!"
"Didn't you say don't be superstitious? Where are the zombies?"
"You… see for yourself… see…" Before the leader finished speaking, he ran away in fright!
After the leader went back, he couldn't get sick, and he talked nonsense, and became mentally disturbed.
Xiao Yang had no choice but to report the situation to the deputy leader the next day. The deputy leader felt that the problem was serious, so he reported the situation to the Public Security Bureau.
The Public Security Bureau intervened in the investigation and went to the morgue to check the situation. Seeing that the anti-Japanese heroes were lying quietly on the bed, there was nothing unusual, so they squatted outside the morgue at night to observe.
Comrades from the Public Security Bureau waited until the dead of night when they heard singing coming from inside. After waiting for a while, there was another shouting sound from inside.
Comrades from the Public Security Bureau rushed in, and saw an old comrade who was still alive lifted the bodies of those dead comrades from the bed and stood them against the wall, while commanding and yelling.
Comrade Public Security took the old comrade to an outside room for questioning, and found that the old comrade was mentally disturbed, and his speech was slurred, and he became insane.
So far, the injustice in the morgue has finally come to light.
But the old soldier's mental disorder has not been cured until the early 1990s, and some people saw him directing those pedestrians who were crossing the road!
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