In the early morning, Sanjay came to his workplace, a hospital located in the suburbs of Varanasi, near the Ganges River.
The full name of this hospital is - Blackwatch Global Healthcare Center Varanasi Branch, Indian District. It is none other than a private hospital opened by a branch of the world-famous Blackwatch Company in Indian District.
In addition to high-level medical staff with international certificates, a large number of people who can work here are local personnel. Local officials have indicators that if a medical institution is opened here, at least 60% of local personnel must be employed. personnel.
As a result, some positions such as nurses, cleaners, warehouse porters, etc. were occupied by local "Vaishya" and "Shudra" castes, while some "Dalits" did the chores of carrying corpses.
Sanjay has no surname and is a member of the so-called Dalits, the so-called "untouchables".
Sanjay lives in a slum near the eastern outskirts of Varanasi in a family of five, including a father, a mother, and two brothers.
The children of the poor are early masters. Sanjay, who is only 18 years old, has been working here for three years. Every day he gets up at 7 a.m., rushes to the hospital to report to his foreman before going to work at 8 a.m., and returns at 10 a.m. late at night.
The foreman was a native of the Vaishya caste, and his position was the director of the hospital's sanitation department.
However, today is a special day. When Sanjay came to the hospital at 7:40, it was obvious that there was a solemn atmosphere in the air.
When Sanjay arrived at the Sanitation Department through the back door, he saw his fat, oily-faced supervisor standing in front of a boss with a higher caste, listening to him like a child who had done something wrong. He ordered, lowering his head from time to time and whispering something in agreement.
Finally, the upper-caste boss glanced at Sanjay, who had just arrived, and left without saying a word.
"Mr. Gandhi..."
Sanjay came to him cautiously.
"Sanjay, Mr. Pandit told me a lot of things just now."
The supervisor rarely lost his temper today, but said in a serious mood, "The Varro guys on the night shift encountered something last night. They wanted to take leave, but I refused."
"Ah, you mean Varro and the others want to take leave?"
Sanjay couldn't help but be stunned. He knew Varo's group of people. Three or four people lived in the slums like him, and the whole family lived on their meager salary.
Being recruited by Blackwatch Company is a great opportunity. Even the wages of handymen are at the highest level in the industry, and there is a system within the company that prohibits discrimination against low-caste employees. Under these favorable conditions, many Dalits are scrambling to get a job here.
But now, Varro's group wants to take leave. What could be the reason? After all, Sanjay remembers that when Varro had a fever and fell ill, he gritted his teeth and refused to ask for leave, because if he took too many leaves, he might be expelled from the hospital for no reason, which is what every Dalit does not want to see. things.
"Don't interrupt me!"
The supervisor suddenly frowned and continued, "I hope you can persevere, because in the next period of time I'm afraid you will see something that will test your mental endurance, and what I hope is that you can persevere and do a good job. Do you understand what you should do?"
"Y-yes, Mr. Gandhi!"
Sanjay nodded quickly. He was even flattered that the other party didn't find a reason to reprimand him.
"If you can persevere during this period and continue to perform well, when this incident is over, I can put in a few nice words for you in front of Mr. Pandit. Perhaps Mr. Pandit can give it to you when he is happy. A formal contract allows you to truly become a part of the hospital... "
The big pie drawn by the supervisor made Sanjay stunned. He said without thinking, "Don't worry Mr. Gandhi, no matter what I see next, I can persevere!"
"very good… "
Gandhi then showed a satisfied look, and then he looked solemn, "In that case, you go to the warehouse to get a set of protective clothing first, tell them that I asked you to get it, and then go to the morgue to stand by. That’s good.”
Sanjay nodded heavily and then left excitedly.
He excitedly came to the door of the warehouse management and said to the old janitor at the door, "Sir, I am from the Ministry of Environmental Sanitation, and I want to get a protective suit."
"Oh, it's from the Ministry of Environmental Sanitation..."
The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Sanjay for a few times. There seemed to be an inexplicable look in his eyes, which made Sanjay confused.
But he didn't wait too long. The old man just took a look and got up and went in. Then he picked out one of the white plastic boxes stacked at the door of the warehouse and placed it on the table in front of him. "That's it. You sign and receive it." Let’s go.”
Sanjay immediately signed his name, then left the warehouse holding the plastic box in his hand, and then came to the morgue of the hospital.
The hospital's morgue is located in a bungalow building far away from the hospital building. It covers a small area, only the size of a basketball court. There are rows of freezer drawers inside, with about a hundred drawers. However, even when the hospital's business is at its peak, , and corpses never occupied those grids.
But at this time, when he came to the morgue, he saw several soldiers in military uniforms and loaded with ammunition standing in front of the door.
Not only that, the entire morgue was also isolated. The outer layer of the house was wrapped with something like a plastic film, and a medical passage was set up at the entrance for entry and exit. At the front of the passage A temporary disinfection room appeared.
In other words, if you want to enter or exit the morgue, you must first enter the disinfection room for full-body disinfection, and then enter the morgue through the built passage.
This scene immediately shocked Sanjay.
"who?"
Seeing Sanjay appear, one of the soldiers came over immediately. He looked at him up and down and asked, "Where is your ID?"
"Here, sir!"
Sanjay looked at the firearm in the other person's hand, couldn't help but swallowed, and then quickly took out the work permit in his bag, "Sir, can I go in now?"
"Can."
After checking the documents, the soldier waved his hand to let his companion pass, and then Sanjay walked into the disinfection room in surprise.
However, as soon as he entered the door of the disinfection room, he was suddenly startled.
Because as soon as he entered, he immediately saw a strange man standing in the dark disinfection room, staring at him with a strange smile.
"Dear Mr. Sanjay, I am Joey, a product of the Blackwatch Company's android series. Please follow my instructions to wear a positive pressure protective suit."
The man's voice was stiff. Only then did Sanjay realize that the person in front of him was not a real person
"It's actually an android?"
After hearing the other party's self-introduction, Sanjay curiously observed the other party. There were indeed several bionic people in the hospital, but those bionic people were standing at the front desk as consultants. He was very Hard to come across.
"Mr. Sanjay, please follow my instructions and wear the positive pressure protective clothing correctly. Thank you for your cooperation."
Just when Sanjay wanted to step forward and touch the other person, the android spiritually took a step back and urged again.
"Oh, oh, sorry..."
Sanjay nodded sheepishly, and then began to put on this seemingly complicated outfit under the guidance of the other party.
Even now, he still doesn't understand what happened in the hospital, but Sanjay doesn't have any desire to know, because in his opinion, he just does what the hospital wants him to do. As for other things, can everyone still have it? Is it important that the salary is paid on time every month and never withheld
Therefore, he put on the protective clothing obediently, and then, at the prompt of the android, he pressed the button next to him and poured down streaks of disinfectant on himself.
After a tedious process, the android finally spoke, "Dear Mr. Sanjay, you have completed the disinfection process. Now please go to the front door and enter the morgue."
"OK… "
Hearing the android being so polite, Sanjay even scratched his head in embarrassment. He had never been called "Dear Sir" since he was born.
After opening the curtain in front of him, Sanjay walked into the passage and then walked directly to the door of the morgue. However, before he could open the door, he heard two voices talking from the door.
"Why hasn't the successor arrived yet..."
"Damn, that bastard Sanjay is already late..."
"I really don't want to stay with these weird corpses. They must have been cursed by Lord Shiva... I can't stand it anymore..."
These conversations were the voices of Varro and the others.
Hearing these conversations, Sanjay hesitated for a while, and then carefully opened the door of the morgue.
"Sanjay, you are finally here!"
As he opened the door, he saw only Varro and another colleague wearing the same protective clothing as himself, including their heads that completely sealed themselves, and next to them, there was a row of masks. stretcher covered with white cloth.
As if they heard the movement at the door, the two of them turned around like frightened birds. They were completely relieved when they saw it was Sanjay.
"Asshole, you're late!"
Varro gritted his teeth, "Look what time it is now, you made us wait half an hour longer!"
"Sorry, Mr. Varro..."
Sanjay quickly explained, "I actually came before eight o'clock. I just had to go to the warehouse to collect protective clothing, and there was a disinfection process at the door, so I..."
"Okay, no need to say more!"
Varro interrupted Sanjay rudely, "It's the day shift now, it's your turn to guard these corpses, and that boy from Jarawa also asked for leave, so you will be here alone during the day."
"Uh, no problem."
Sanjay is still a little confused. He doesn't know why the two of them suddenly hate this job so much. After all, Varo and the others came into contact with this job a year or two earlier than him.
"Good job, poor Sanjay!"
The colleague next to Varro also stepped forward and patted Sanjay on the shoulder with some pity. The rough movement made Sanjay feel a pain.
With that said, the two people left here quickly, as if they didn't want to stay for a second longer.
It wasn't until the two left that Sanjay looked into the morgue, only to find that the row of corpses covered with white cloth were all bulging. It seemed that what was under the white cloth was not one corpse at all, but several people stacked together to form the appearance. .
"Huh… "
Only then did he think of asking Varro what was going on and why the bodies were not put in the freezer.
But Varro had already left by this time.
"These bodies were not here when we got off work yesterday. Does that mean so many people died in the hospital in one night?"
Sanjay was a little confused. He counted a little and suddenly discovered that there were fifteen stretchers, that is, fifteen corpses.
In desperation, he opened an empty drawer and walked to the stretcher closest to him, preparing to look at the numbers tied to the feet of the deceased. This was his job - to load all the corpses that had been transported. Keep it in the freezer to prevent it from rotting until the police or family members come to claim it.
However, when he opened the white cloth in front of him, he was suddenly stunned.
Under the white cloth, three pairs of blue and white feet appeared...
Three pairs of feet represent the bodies of three people, because an ordinary person only has one pair of feet.
"What are you doing?"
Sanjay muttered. He didn't understand why the three corpses were stacked together on a stretcher. No matter whether the hospital was doing it for its reputation or to prevent family members from complaining, it would not do this.
Thinking of this, he directly took off the entire white cloth.
In an instant, a twisted corpse appeared in front of Sanjay...
This corpse, no, these three corpses were chaotically mixed together like conjoined twins. The heads of two of the corpses were connected in series like gourds, while the head of the third corpse was drooping to the side.
In addition, the bodies of the three are bloated and completely integrated like buckets, with no gaps visible at the junction, as if they were born to be connected like this...
Chaos, distortion, madness...
The moment he saw the corpse, these three words suddenly flashed in Sanjay's mind. Although there was no blood on the whole corpse, and the expressions of the three people were not ferocious at all, but for some reason, he felt that his Naoren felt a dull pain.
A desire to vomit filled his consciousness...
"No, you can't spit it out... I had a hard time eating breakfast..."
When Sanjay was about to vomit, he couldn't help but remember that this breakfast would have to last until the evening. That is to say, if he vomited it out at this time, he might not be able to eat any food for a day, and then he would suffer from stomach problems. He will also have severe attacks, causing him to be in excruciating pain throughout the day.
Thinking of this, he stopped his desire to vomit.
Suppressing the physiological reaction, Sanjay finally understood why these corpses were not put in the freezer. It was because these corpses were too large and could not fit into the freezer originally designed to store the corpses.
What happened to these corpses, and what happened to them
At this time, Sanjay thought with fear.