Undercover at the Central Hospital morgue.

There is a newspaper with a fairy tale setting that specializes in spooky events.

I'm 22 years old and I'm working here as a trainee reporter. On this day, I was sent by my editor-in-chief to work undercover in the morgue of the Central Hospital, where there are often fraudulent corpses.

In the middle of the night, I was pushed into the morgue by the doctor, pretending to be a recently deceased patient, lying flat on a gurney, covered with a white cloth. To facilitate my observation, the doctor did not cover my face. This was a test of my acting ability, I breathed in and out, my eyelids didn't move, and I really looked like a corpse.

After the doctor left, he turned off the lights in the morgue, and the surrounding area was plunged into darkness for a moment. Listening in silence, there was no movement in the morgue, only a complete chill. This is the world of the dead, I come from the world of the living, and I wonder if they can smell some kind of unfamiliar odor.

The morgue was dead silent, and I never dared to move or cough. I am afraid that someone suddenly sat up, and hope that someone will suddenly sit up - can not catch the news, how to take to the editor-in-chief? I don't want to suffer all night for nothing. My hope gradually exceeded the fear, two o'clock in the morning, I guess this night is hopeless. I relaxed, gently moved numb arm, surrounded by a cold silence. I also moved to move no feeling thighs, surrounded by still a silent cold ......

If the corpses were sentient, they must have heard me, but they were unresponsive. I was starting to think about leaving when, just then, I coldly heard a grim man's voice: "Are you really dead?"

Though I am bold, when I heard this, my whole body shivered and I didn't know what to do - if I speak, I will be exposed; if I don't speak, I will be exposed as well. Since you are a corpse, another corpse asked you, why don't you dare to answer? In the face of this kind of contingency, I immediately felt that my professional quality needed to be improved.

The grim voice continued, "I'm asking you, the one who just delivered."

I had to whisper stiffly, "I'm not sure, but the doctor said I was dead anyway. We can still talk, is this a scam?"

The grim voice said, "When people die, they still talk and walk around, it's just that this world is colder than that one, so our movements are a bit stiff. The living don't understand this, and when they accidentally bump into it, they say it's a fraudulent corpse."

I was secretly happy that I'd caught a great piece of news fodder!

I said in mock sadness, "Looks like I'm really dead ......"

The corpse that spoke got off the gurney, his feet slowly moving towards me, his mouth chattering. There are two other corpses here, they came to work undercover, but I turned them into real corpses. I'm not sure if you're an undercover agent, so I'm going to kill you once just to be on the safe side. If you're not undercover, then you won't care what I do, will you?"

In the darkness, I couldn't see him, but he could see me, and I felt a pair of big cold hands accurately stuck on my thin and weak neck. I couldn't hold on any longer, and with a miserable cry, I lifted the white cloth from my body and covered this corpse, jumped off the gurney, and rushed madly toward the door, "Help! --"

Something flashed next to it, like a camera flash.

The next day, the newspaper ran the story, "Another young body swindled in the Central Hospital morgue, whereabouts still unknown. Accompanying it was a picture of me running wild.

Newspaper sales steeply doubled that day.