Watching the two men's furtive movements, Uchiha Naruto rubbed his chin. Could they be thieves?
Hospitals had always been hotspots for thieves and con artists, not only because of the heavy foot traffic, but also because patients' families carried cash. With their lives hanging in the balance, patients were anxious and easily taken advantage of by criminals.
But why would thieves come to the morgue? They had some nerve, stealing even from the dead.
One of them, a short, fat man, was even wearing a hospital security uniform and carrying a key to the morgue. Could this be an inside job?
Uchiha Naruto pondered for a moment, then slipped inside unnoticed while the two men were opening the door.
The hospital was already cold enough, but to preserve the bodies, the morgue ran its air conditioning at full blast without restraint. The moment one stepped inside, a chill swept over the entire body, making the hairs on one's back stand on end.
Thinking about the unknown number of corpses lying inside only sent more chills down one's spine.
"Sasaki, hurry up! I only managed to temporarily cut off the morgue's surveillance because my colleague's gone missing. If we take too long, someone might notice something wrong," the short, fat guard urged uneasily.
"Okay, understood. Thanks a lot for this, Ito."
The other man who entered the morgue was a thin, middle-aged man in a black trench coat. After walking around the spacious morgue, he asked with a puzzled look:
"Uh, Ito, where do they put the bodies brought over from oncology?"
"How would I know? This is the morgue. We guards never come here unless we absolutely have to. Even when we patrol, we come in groups," the short, fat guard said, his face a little pale.
The morgue was