The passage wasn't as perilous as they imagined, nor was it the exit they had hoped for. At the end was a morgue, its walls lined with cold storage units.
Zhu Xiaojin randomly opened two units, "It's the elderly woman we've seen in the neighborhood."
Old Cai pulled open another, "It's not just them, we're here too."
They looked over and discovered that the cabinet he opened surprisingly contained a corpse identical to Tang Yu, with Zhu Xiaojin next to it.
The Girl in the painting ran over and opened all the cabinets. A row of six people lay there, including her and the young man, neatly aligned.
"Real or fake people?" Zhu Xiaojin touched one, and his expression changed in an instant, "My senses have already been affected."
Old Cai also felt "himself," the texture was like a living person, he could even feel the body temperature.
