The passageway wasn't as dangerous as they had imagined, but it wasn't an exit either. At the end was a morgue, with rows of refrigerated drawers covering the walls.
Zhu Xiaojin opened a couple at random. "These are old ladies we saw in the apartment complex."
Old Cai pulled open one on the other side. "It's not just them. We're here too."
They all looked over and saw a corpse lying inside the drawer he'd opened. It looked exactly like Tang Yu. Zhu Xiaojin was in the next drawer over.
The painted woman ran over and opened all the drawers. All six of them were lying neatly inside, including her and the young man.
"Real or fake?" Zhu Xiaojin reached out and touched one. His expression changed the next second. "My senses have already been affected."
Old Cai touched "himself" too. It felt like a living person, and he could even feel its body heat.
"What's the point of copying us?" Tang Yu said. "Even if they come to life, they can't use props. How would they be any different from the other people in the apartment complex?"
The painted woman said nothing. She pulled a dagger from her backpack and stabbed the "herself" in the drawer. The blade struck the corpse's face. The body, which had been lying peacefully, immediately opened its eyes and screamed. It grabbed at the painted woman's arm, then quickly turned into a shriveled corpse whose face was unrecognizable.
The painted woman pulled out the knife and glanced at Xu Huo before stabbing the person in the next drawer. That corpse changed too, but Xu Huo himself remained unchanged.
Seeing her approach with the knife raised, Zhu Xiaojin quickly stopped her. "I'll do it. No need to trouble yourself."
He didn't dare stab himself in