"When did this happen?" The middle-aged man held the patient's record, and his eyes widened. He did not feel anything at all.
"I …" The boy was afraid of his father, and he hid behind his mother.
"I told you to tell me! It's time for you to tell me, but you won't! " The middle-aged man yanked the boy out from behind his mother and pulled on his shirt. "Where did you put this? When did this happen? What did the person who put this on look like? "
"On the first floor. When we passed a sickroom, the door was half-open. I saw a hand reach out and stick this paper on your back." It was unclear whether the boy was afraid of his father or the hand. "I wanted to warn you at the time, but a face peeked out from behind the door. His skin was gray, and he whispered to me that this was a game of hide and seek. He told me not to tell you anything."
"You won't tell me just because he told you not to?" The middle-aged man raised his hand and almost slapped the boy's face. "Such a useless piece of trash, just like your mother. One day, I'll be killed because of you!"
He looked at the paper in his hand, and the crooked sentence sent chills down his spine.
"Come and find me? I'd be an idiot if I did that! " The middle-aged man crumpled the patient's record into a ball and tossed it on the ground. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the picture on the patient's record was pointing upward at the middle-aged man.
"This is f * cking bad luck." Stomping on the ball of paper, the middle-aged man glanced down the corridor. "The monsters on the road didn't chase us, so they should have given up. We should go take a look. When we ran in earlier, I remember there was an exit at the back of this building."
After hearing what the boy said, the middle-aged man did not dare to use the same route anymore. He looked at the sickrooms on both sides of the corridor, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.
"Aren't we going to find the big brother?" The boy raised his head and asked shyly.
"Find him? Do you have a death wish? Let's go. We need to escape from this place first. " The middle-aged man grabbed his wife's shoulder. "Look after him and don't wander off. The people inside the ghost apartment treat adults and children differently …"
As he said that, he moved forward, but the boy pulled on his pants. "What's wrong with you now?"
"Dad, he's playing hide and seek with us."
"Nonsense, I know." The middle-aged man shook off the boy. "Are you really going to play hide-and-seek with ghosts in this damn place?"
"But if we don't look for him, it will be his turn to look for us." The little boy was very serious when he said that. His very innocent voice gave the middle-aged man an indescribable sense of terror.
"Ghost, will it come to us?" According to the rules of the game, this kind of thing could really happen. The middle-aged man's face changed instantly.
Whether he was looking for a ghost or being found by a ghost, it was a very difficult thing for him to accept.
"No, this is a trap. Even if we find the ghost, after the character changes, it will come to us! Hurry up and leave! Don't stay here any longer. "
The middle-aged man grabbed the boy, picked him up, called his wife, and ran along the safe passage.
…
Holding a pair of sharp scissors, the serial killer who called himself Scissors stood alone on the first floor of the town hospital.
"Cows and sheep move in herds, but only beasts move alone, so all serial killers must be lonely." Green veins popped on the back of Scissors' hands. It was obvious that he was very nervous. "A small town shrouded in blood fog, this is completely different from the final destination that my brother recorded in his diary. Did he write it wrong, or am I at the wrong stop?"
Scissors touched his face, and when his fingers touched the wound, he grimaced in pain.
When the man was alone, he was completely different from when he was in the car.
"If I don't want to be treated as prey, I have to pretend to be a hunter. I cannot repeat my big brother's mistake." Scissors took several steps forward. The hospital at night was ten times scarier than it was in the morning. If the lights were not switched on, the horror level would increase by twenty times.
"I mustn't panic. The most dangerous place should be the safest place. Only by doing the opposite will I be able to survive here." That was how he comforted himself in his heart, but his legs refused to move forward. His body was resisting instinctively. "I mustn't be afraid. The more I fear those things, the more they will come to find me. Along the way, I have heard the screams and wails of living people coming from other directions, but I have not run into anything. That is more than enough to prove that my theory is correct."
He gripped the scissors in his hand tightly. After giving himself a pep talk, he took one step toward the left corridor of the hospital.
He took the first step, but there were two sets of footsteps in the hall. One was his, and the other was the sound of high heels hitting the ground.
"This should be an illusion. There is nothing behind me, nothing at all …" Scissors mumbled to himself, trying to hypnotize himself. He felt like he was getting used to the presence of the sound. "I was too nervous. After I leave this place, the sound should disappear. There are still five to six hours until dawn. I just need to endure it."
Scissors' mind was filled with many thoughts. With that in mind, he suddenly stopped and raised his hand to slap himself harshly. "You're here to find your big brother. How could you just focus on your own survival?"
The image of his big brother flashed across his mind, and Scissors' eyes became much more determined. "For this day, I have prepared for five months. I still have many trump cards that I have not used, so there is no need for me to panic."
He forced himself not to be afraid. He held the scissors in his left hand and the old bag that had stopped dripping blood in his right.
"I look quite scary in this getup. There was a passenger on the bus who was dressed similarly to me. He should be someone with a story, but he is obviously not as prepared as I am." Scissors had a strange confidence in himself. He ignored the sound of high heels behind him and walked down the corridor of the hospital.
The hospital was not big, and there were not many sickrooms. Scissors had only taken a few steps when he heard a strange sound coming from the second floor.
"It sounds like it came from the safety corridor. Who is there?" Licking his lips, Scissors thought back to the classic actions of various murderers in the movies. Holding the weapon in his hand, he moved toward the second floor.
A chill wind blew down the corridor. Some of the sickrooms were left half-open. Due to the lack of light, all the rooms were dark, and it was impossible to see what was inside.
"Is anyone there?"
Scissors took every step very carefully. When he passed one of the sickrooms, he suddenly realized something. The footsteps that had been following him had disappeared.
"Why did they suddenly disappear?"
He was still not used to it. Turning back to look, he realized that someone had stuck a piece of paper on his shoulder.
"Are you here to find me?"
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