"You want me to go find you? Is there something wrong with you? " The crooked handwriting on the medical record made Scissors uncomfortable. He stopped at the first floor of the hospital and stood in the middle of the corridor.
The half-open door creaked on its own even though there was no wind. Dust kept falling from the old ceiling, and the sound of paper scraping against the ground echoed in his ears.
Standing alone in a scenario like this after midnight, it would be a lie to say that one was not afraid.
'Scissors' gripped the scissors in his hand tightly, and he tried his best to appear calm. "When was this paper pasted on my back?"
Turning back to look, Scissors looked at the few sickrooms that he had just passed. "The person who stuck the paper on me should be in one of the rooms that I passed earlier."
He was very afraid, but it was not to the point where he had lost his rationality. He kept reminding himself that he was playing the role of a cold-blooded murderer, and he needed to maintain his composure.
"The weaker I am, the more the ghost will bully me. I cannot be afraid, or at least, I cannot show it."
Folding the medical record and shoving it inside his pocket, Scissors carefully pushed open the half-open sickroom door next to him.
The bedsheet was torn, and the bed toppled over like there was once some kind of ferocious monster attached to it.
"Is this a hospital or a mental asylum?" Scissors did not enter the sickroom recklessly but stood outside to observe.
The bed was not big, and only the space under the bed and the armoire was barely enough to hide a person.
"The person who pranked me is not here." He could see the space under the bed. The door to the armoire was open, and it was empty. There was nothing inside. "It should be in another sickroom."
His heart was panicking, but his expression did not change much. He swung his stiff legs and walked toward the other sickrooms.
"This one is empty, and this one is empty …" Scissors moved faster and faster until he reached the sickroom that was closest to the exit of the hospital.
"After I entered the hospital, I walked down the corridor, and I have only passed these few sickrooms. The other sickrooms are all empty, so it has to be in this last room." His palm that held Scissors was sweating, and he slowly pushed open the door to this sickroom.
A pungent smell drifted out from inside the room. It was the smell of disinfectant mixed with blood.
"Someone died in this house?"
The scene in the ward was shocking. The blood-stained bedsheets were stuffed under the bed, the anti-theft net installed on the window was torn to pieces, and the long wig was hung in the wardrobe. The scariest thing was that there was a sentence written in blood on the snow-white wall — guess where I'm hiding?
Comparing the handwriting, Chen Ge realized that the bloody words on the wall were written by different people. This discovery made Scissors even more anxious. "There is more than one 'person' playing hide-and-seek at the hospital?"
He ran out of the sickroom, planning to leave the hospital for the time being. The most dangerous place is the safest place. That is the theory, but it is a bit difficult to put it into practice.
When he returned to the entrance of the hospital, Scissors' expression changed completely. He had no idea when the iron gate of the hospital had been closed.
"What should we do?"
Scissors was rather helpless. He bit on his lips, and the pain from the wound on his face caused him to calm down. "Go and see if there are any windows."
All the windows of the sickrooms on the first floor were installed with anti-theft nets. He had taken a look earlier, and now he placed all his hope on the second floor.
"I've trained for a long time for this day. I won't be injured if I jump from the second floor, but that might not be the case if I jump from the third floor." Carrying his bag, Scissors ran up the stairs.
By then, he had completely given up on the game of hide-and-seek. He did not even consider playing a game with a ghost.
Stepping on the stairs, he took three steps at a time. When he came to the corner of the stairs, his peripheral vision caught sight of a pair of gray feet.
The pair of feet was not far from his head. He lifted his head to look, and he saw a pair of gray calves. When he looked up again, the thing had already disappeared.
"What the f * ck?"
Caught off guard, Scissors' calves buckled. He did not expect the thing to be so close to him, just a few steps away from him.
"He's just around me. In fact, he's watching me from somewhere!"
Stopping at the corner of the stairs, Scissors did not know whether he should continue moving up or not. He had seen very clearly that the thing was on the second floor.
"All the windows on the first floor are installed with anti-theft nets, so there's no way out. To escape from this place, the only way is through the windows on the second floor."
With no other choice, Scissors gritted his teeth and headed up the stairs.
"Please don't suddenly appear again," he grumbled softly, and Scissors ran to the first sickroom from the left on the second floor.
He excitedly opened the sickroom door and looked out the window. Outside the window was an anti-theft net that was covered in shredded clothes.
"The windows on the second floor are also installed with anti-theft nets?"
Scissors' lips were dry, and despair rose in his heart.
He walked to the window, reached out to grab the net, and shook it several times.
His fingers were cut by the wire, and the pain was so real, but the city that was shrouded in blood fog outside the window was so surreal.
"I hope this is just a nightmare so that I can wake up soon." The anti-theft net was very sturdy, and he could not open it at all. Scissors released his grip and prepared to leave.
However, when he reached the sickroom door, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. It sounded like something was running.
"They appear to be coming my way, and there are so many of them!"
Scissors decisively locked the sickroom door from the inside. He stood to the side and observed the situation outside through the glass window on the door.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and several shadows could be seen moving quickly in the corridor. They appeared to be heading toward Scissors.
"I cannot be discovered! If I'm trapped inside this room, I'm dead meat! "
The shadows were already very close. Scissors scanned the sickroom before grabbing his backpack and hiding inside the closet.
This was a private hospital, so the layout of the sickrooms was different from those at larger hospitals. The closet was separated by a partition, and after pulling the partition away, it was barely big enough for a person to hide inside.
The footsteps came closer and closer before disappearing outside the sickroom door.
"It stopped at the door? Has it discovered me? " Scissors did not dare go out. He was afraid that he would be captured the moment he showed his face, so he stayed inside the closet obediently. "Hide-and-seek, hide-and-seek. I haven't even found it yet, so why is it coming to find me? Is it because it sensed that I'm trying to escape? "
Controlling his breathing rate, Scissors shifted to a more comfortable position. When his shoes moved, he felt like he had bumped into something.
Cold sweat poured down his face. Scissors forced himself to remain calm as he took out his phone from his pocket.
He swiped the screen, and the wallpaper on the desktop was a picture of two young people at the entrance of the orphanage. One of them had a beard, was tall, and muscular, while the other looked similar to Scissors. At the time, he appeared to be quite autistic, and when he took the picture, he even tried to cover his face.
"You've been taking care of me, and now it's my turn to take care of you." Scissors sighed. He turned up the brightness of the screen and shone it at his feet.
The thing that his shoes had bumped into earlier was a patient's garb, and underneath it was a diary.
It was because he had read his big brother's diary that Scissors had taken the bus to Li Wan City. Now that another diary had appeared, he bent down to pick it up without hesitation and started to flip through it.
"Liu Feiming? Is that the name of the diary's owner? "
Scissors flipped through the diary, and there was a patient's report inside. The patient's name was Liu Feiming, and the diagnosis was that he had fallen from a high place, resulting in fractures in both his legs.
"How come it feels so similar to me? To escape this place, the only way is to jump out from the third floor. "
With a trace of anxiety, Scissors started to read the contents of the diary.
"1st June: When I get out of the hospital, I will definitely find that cripple and make him pay! His legs are crippled, and his heart is black. At the very least, I have worked under him for so many years. This time, I fell from the third floor and fainted from the heavy injury, and he just tossed me a few hundred RMB? This is not over yet!
"2nd June: It takes one hundred days to recover from a serious injury. I really wonder when I will be able to leave this hospital. It's so boring staying at this hospital. I wonder how my family is doing. Has Brother Lee, who is from the same hometown, told them about my injury? I'd better not be exposed.
"3rd June: How come it feels like the nurses don't like me? They run away after changing the bandages like they are the plague. Are they looking down on the poor? I'll talk to them when I'm rich.
"4th June: This is so boring. There is no one to talk to. How come the doctors and nurses aren't coming? Didn't they say that there is a shortage of beds? There is an empty bed in my room. Why would they arrange for him to stay in the corridor instead of letting him stay in the same room as me? Are they discriminating against me? This bunch of snobs who look down on others. "
"6th June: What is happening in the room next door? Every night, they make a fuss. Can't they let me sleep? The service of this stupid hospital is so bad. I really want to write an anonymous letter to complain.
"7th June: At 2 am tonight, the room next door started to make a fuss again. Is there a mental patient living here? Why is there the sound of someone banging into the wall?
"8th June: I can't take it anymore. I had a big fight with the room next door. I thought they were powerful, but they are just a bunch of cowards. They don't even dare to answer me. I have been holding it in for the past few days. It was quite fun to have a fight with them.
"9th June: When I woke up this morning, there was a child lying next to my bed. It gave me a fright. After asking, I found out that it was the child of the patient next door. His parents were also very open-minded. They dared to let such a small child run around. But then again, this child was quite cute and not shy. I have lived here for so long, and this is the first time someone has come to talk to me.
"10th June: I have become friends with the child. The child is very clever. Afraid of being discovered by the nurses, he will hide every time someone comes in. He has not been discovered even once.
"13th June: These few days, I have become close to the child. He likes to play hide and seek. Sometimes, he will come to find me late at night. I am surprised that I have such a good relationship with children. I promised him that when I can get out of bed, I will accompany him to play hide and seek at the hospital. Other than that, the child's parents are not bad. At least, they are not as snobbish as the nurses and doctors. I wonder what kind of illness they have. It has been so many days, but they are still hospitalized.
"14th June: Tonight, a cancer patient passed away in Room 305. Many doctors and nurses came to visit. But I'm curious. Such a big thing happened. Why do they have to go around my ward door when they go downstairs? They would rather walk so far than walk past my ward door. Am I on the blacklist? "
"15th June: Finally, the cast came off. I thought the doctors had forgotten about me. It is windy today, so I will not go out for a walk.
"15th June: Something is not right. How come I hear a familiar voice in the room next door? The voice is similar to the old man who passed away yesterday. I asked the child, but the child refused to tell me. He insisted that I play hide and seek with him at night. If I can find him, he will tell me the answer. My legs are not healed yet. I don't want to scare the nurses on duty again.
"16th June: Oh my God! What is going on? Today, I woke up early and walked out with the crutches. When I wanted to visit the patient next door, I realized that I am staying in the first room on the left of the corridor! The left side is the storeroom, but there is no sickroom there! Every night, I can hear their conversation, and that child! F * ck! Now I understand why the doctors and nurses refuse to come.
"16th June: The doctor refused to let me leave the hospital. I still owe a lot of money for the medical fees. None of my friends are reliable! No matter what, I have to leave this place tomorrow, but the key question is, how am I going to survive tonight? Will the child appear again?
"17th June: I have to leave. Last night, the child came in again. He asked me to play hide and seek with him! He has been running around my room. Have I lost my mind? Why did I agree to play with him earlier? I can't stay here anymore. The hospital won't let me leave, so I have to leave. If I stay here, I will be killed sooner or later.
"17th June: What should I do? What should I do? I am really going crazy! When I went downstairs to leave in the afternoon, I suddenly felt someone behind me. I turned around and saw the child behind me. He was asking me where I was going. He asked me why I am not playing hide and seek with him!
"18th June: I can't get through to the worker's phone, the dead contractor ran away, the hospital won't let me leave, and I still owe a lot of medical fees. This is the end of me! Oh well, whatever, I need to get out of here first.
"18th June: It's over. When I went downstairs, I was pushed by someone, and my leg was injured again. The doctor looked at the surveillance and said that I fell down the stairs on my own, but I saw with my own eyes that it was the child who pushed me! He doesn't want me to leave, and I am telling the truth. Why does no one believe me? "
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"1st July: This should be my last entry. Both my legs are broken, my eyes are poked blind, my throat is mute, and my fingers are broken. I can't escape anymore. I know the child should be beside me now. There is no sickroom next to me. They are all inside this room. I have found them, but I can't escape anymore. "
After reading the last page, Scissors' heart chilled. There is no sickroom next door? They are all inside this room?
His body shaking, Scissors did not dare stay in this sickroom anymore. He pushed the cupboard door open.
After rushing out from the cupboard, Scissors turned to look at the door next to him, and his mind instantly blanked out.
On the glass window of the door, many pale human faces squeezed together.
"Found you."
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