[Mission Time: 00:30:00]
As the electronic voice faded, the surrounding light perceptibly dimmed, leaving only the faint outlines of the various furnishings in the morgue visible.
"Rustle, rustle..."
The eerie sound of fabric rubbing came from all directions. The white sheets covering several nearby beds visibly wriggled, as though something beneath them was about to crawl out.
Perhaps because they had only just regained the ability to move and their limbs were still uncoordinated, the things beneath the sheets twisted and struggled for quite a while before shaking off a corner of the cloth, exposing hands and feet covered in livor mortis.
Qi Si roughly counted them. Twenty-one corpses on the iron beds outside the refrigerated cabinets had begun to move.
The other eight corpses showed no reaction. They lay there peacefully, perfectly still.
He walked straight over, gripping the Pocket Watch of Fate backward in his left hand as he lifted the sheets from the eight corpses one by one with his right.
Just as he had expected, all eight were female corpses in their twenties or thirties, with wristband numbers beginning with "S."
The corpses on the neighboring iron beds seemed to gradually adapt to their limbs. One after another, they sat up and tore away the sheets covering them.
Sun Dekuan froze where he stood. His legs trembled uncontrollably, yet he could not move an inch.
Humans often feared the corpses of their own kind. It was a fear of death and disease, accumulated over the long course of evolution and embedded in the genes, difficult to overcome.
And the Eerie Game provided an extreme environment where corpses could come back to life at any time and attack Players as ghosts and monsters. It draped that primal instinct in a context of danger and unease,