Ma Donghe's eyes sparkled, staring intently at Fang Cheng.
There was an uncontrollable urge to show off in his gaze, as if urging:
"Hurry and ask! Ask me!"
Seeing his high spirits, Fang Cheng didn't spoil the mood.
He sat beside him and cooperatively asked:
"What did you encounter?"
Hearing this setup, Ma Donghe slapped his thigh and instantly started talking:
"Wasn't I turned into a security guard in his forties at the time?"
"I was lazing around in the security room, when the captain insisted I patrol the morgue on the second basement level in the middle of the night."
"The corridor was chillingly cold, and the bulb overhead flickered with a 'buzz.' The morgue was in the innermost room."
"I hadn't reached the door when I suddenly heard a 'bang, bang' noise from inside, so I leaned in to listen. Guess what?"
"It seemed... to be coming from one of the cold storage cabinets holding bodies!"
