It wasn't in the room?

Granny walked out the door. She had lived a long life, as her spines were bent and as she walked almost trembling.

I quickly ran up and grabbed her arms.

"Granny, I will help you walk."

She smiled and praised me, "Such a good kid."

It was summer then, and even at night, it was still insanely hot.

At that point, I realized that granny wore a long coat with a rather thick fabric. Going back through the previous times I had seen her; she hadn't changed her attire, like ever.

With no children around, living alone in this place, granny probably did not have the money to buy some new cloth.

Walking out the room, granny pointed at behind the house, "Let us go there."

I helped her walk that entire time, as the funeral home did not have street lights. It was dark, and the only things that accompanied us were the sounds of insects and our footsteps.

We walked a few steps, and suddenly I felt like my palms were freezing cold, and this sudden coldness came from granny's arms.

"Granny, are you sick? Why were your arms so cold?"

"I am getting old, cannot compare to you all the young ones."

I thought about it for a second, it made sense in my head, so I did not continue asking.

Granny's body was rather light; it took no effort to help her walk. We got to the front of the door; granny took out a chain of keys and tried different ones for a while, and finally made the door open.

As it opened, a wave of chilling cold wind blew out. The room was rather cold, almost as if I had entered a freezer.

Granny leaned and touched the wall next to the entrance.

"Help granny find the light switch."

I reached over to the wall and turned on the light.

There was just one light by the ceiling, a weak, yellow, blinking light, as I watched a few moths flew toward it and hit the black lampshade, making a "pop" sound as they perished.

The room was rather large, close to nine hundred square feet, almost like a small storage room. There were quite a few beds inside; each one was covered with a white bed sheet.

I looked toward the end of the room. There was a row of metal cabinets with square-shaped doors on them, each with a handle on the centre.

The coldness came from those cabinets. Those were the freezers used to storage corpses.

A chilling feeling rose from my feet and climbed up my spine, making my head numb.

I could not help but tremble, "granny, is this the morgue?"

Granny smiled, "Don't be afraid."

She slowly walked toward the freezers, as I realized that before the freezer was a small table, and on the table was the glass bottle containing the corpse oil I needed.

When granny went to get the thing, I glanced around the room, and suddenly realized that the bed near the table has bulged.

The shaped of the bulge was clearly a human!

I swallowed hard, as my tongues became dry. In the morgue, there was no way a living person would sleep there. The thing underneath the bed sheet must be a corpse.

But wy was the corpse not in the freezer, and was placed outside?

I was afraid but was also curious. For some reason, I had an intuition that the corpse had something to do with the item granny had been giving me.

My intense curiosity had overcome the fear that was in me, as I closed up carefully over the corpse.

Through the dim light, I could see that there was a yellow mark by the middle of the bedsheet. It looked like a grease stain, hadn't thoroughly dried yet.

I pinched the corner of the bedsheet with my shaking fingers; my breathing was messed up by my nervousness, as my instinct was telling me not to lift this sheet.

After some intense psychological battle with myself, I decided to lift the bed sheet in the end. As I had expected, under it was a corpse, a very, very fat corpse on top of that.

His eyes were still open, and his pupils were grey; the expressions on his face were rather hideous, the facial features were twisted together; he died without his eyes being closed.

As myself and the corpse connected sight, my hand shivered as the bedsheet fell to the ground.

I immediately covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. The fat man's corpse, naked from the waist up, revealing his belly which was cut open, revealing the thick layer of fat inside his body. However, it seemed as though a huge chunk of it was missing as if it was dug away.

The oil stain on the bedsheet was leaked out from his body!

Other than that, on his belly, there was also a lancet and an iron spoon; the spoon was covered with fat and grease.

My head was numb. I finally realized what was in the bottles that granny had been handing my all these times.

Corpse oil!

They were corpse oil dug out from corpses!

I backed away subconsciously and accidentally walked into something. I quickly turned around and saw granny stood behind with a bottle in hand and smiled eerily.

"Kid, here is your stuff."

My heart was beating insanely fast as if I was suffocating.

I panicked, my mind was blank. I did not know what I was thinking, but I grabbed the bottle from granny's hands and ran out.

When I was sprinting out the funeral home, granny's voice came into my ears.

"Boy, come tomorrow ..."