Hiding inside the sealed hospital room, reading the horrifying diary left behind by the deceased, the moment he closed the diary, the horrifying scene described in the diary appeared before his eyes.
Scissors could not keep up the disguise anymore. He believed that anyone would collapse under such circumstances.
The narrow window was occupied by several pale faces. Through the door, Scissors could see the expressions on their faces clearly.
"They're looking at me!"
Scissors could not catch his breath. It felt like a pair of cold hands had reached into his chest and gripped his windpipe. His body felt weak, and he felt like he was going to collapse.
"Found you." The eerie voice appeared again. Scissors' legs were shaking. His full attention was attracted by the faces outside the door. It took him a long time to realize that the voice earlier did not seem to have come from outside the door.
Fear coursed through his nerves like electricity. Scissors widened his eyes, and almost instinctively, he turned to look behind him.
Inside the cupboard that he had been hiding in earlier, there was a man in a patient's garb.
The man was not tall, and both of his legs were wrapped in plaster. His left eye was pierced through by a pencil, and the bridge of his nose was crooked. All ten of his fingers were hidden inside his sleeves.
There were footprints and blood stains left behind by Scissors on the patient's garb. Obviously, he had been 'staying' inside the cupboard.
"Found you." The cold tone was like that of a puppet. The expression on his face was very unique. It was like he had discovered a new toy. There was a trace of excitement and a kind of happiness that normal people would not understand.
The ghost had been inside the cupboard. When Scissors thought about how long he had been trapped inside the dark and narrow cupboard, goosebumps rose all over his body.
The person who was left behind by the 'patient' in the diary appeared before his eyes. He should have been dead for a long time already.
Scissors stood between the diary's owner and the sickroom door. He was caught between a rock and a hard place. The situation before him was much more difficult to solve than having a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him.
"Calm down, don't panic. Before I came here, I've watched more than ten horror movies and played more than ten horror games. I've done enough preparation. I'll definitely find a way to solve this."
His brain worked furiously, but be it horror games or horror movies, there was nothing like this, where he was forced to choose between a ghost or a group of ghosts in a sickroom.
Cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead, and Scissors' heart was racing. "There is a ghost behind me, and a group of ghosts in front of me. Normally speaking, it would be safer to stay inside the house, but if he does not escape from this room, he will die a slow death. He will lose the initiative, and he won't be able to die even if he wants to. Just like the owner of the diary, he was poked blind, his legs broken, and then he can only stay here forever to play with the other ghosts."
Once he thought about how the things written in the diary might happen to him, Scissors shivered. "While I still have the ability to move, I have to escape."
His heaving chest slowly returned to normal. He held his breath and looked at the window on the door. "Let's fight it out with them! I'll rush to the third floor and then jump out of the window! "
Scissors felt like he had made the best choice in this desperate situation. He gripped the scissors tightly, and under the eyes of the patients, with a sudden yell, he charged toward the sickroom door while screaming madly.
Just as he made his move, something very coincidental happened. Footsteps came from the other side of the corridor as well.
The sound seemed to come from the safety corridor on the second floor. It was rather chaotic, and it appeared like there was more than one person coming.
His sudden scream startled the other group of people who were rushing toward him. When he reached the door, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man coming from about seven meters away from the door.
"F * ck! The ghost is here! Run back! Run back! "
The human faces on the window quickly scattered. Scissors could not care less anymore. Waving the scissors, he charged out of the sickroom like a madman and headed straight for the third floor.
His arms, legs, and shoulders — he felt like several hands were grabbing at him at the same time!
"Let go of me!"
The scissors in his hands aimed at the backpack, and he stabbed down viciously. Something inside the backpack was punctured, and a large amount of black and red blood leaked out.
Like a manic patient, he flung the blood in the backpack around himself and around him, covering his whole body and the floor.
As he spilled the blood, he laughed madly. In terms of presence, Scissors had already suppressed the 'patients' who were playing hide-and-seek.
After spilling the blood, Scissors rushed toward the third floor without stopping, but when he reached the third floor, something that caused him to despair happened.
The windows on the third floor were not installed with anti-theft netting, but they were all sealed up by wooden boards.
It would take some time to remove the wooden boards, and the monsters inside the hospital would not give Scissors that time.
"Once I stop, those monsters will definitely attack me. They will probably think of all kinds of ways to make me stay and play with them. If I resist, I will probably end up like the patient who was stabbed blind and had his legs broken."
Scissors calmed down. He turned to look behind him. The ground was covered in blood. The hospital looked much scarier than before, but most of that was his own doing.
"I wonder if the black dog's blood will work or not? Some time ago, I saw a short video on the forum asking for help from someone who had run into a ghost. He was standing inside the toilet, trying to summon the spirit in front of the mirror. At the time, there was an expert who commented that the black dog's blood was the perfect counter to spirits … "
"Pa!"
The sound that came from downstairs made Scissors nervous. He turned to look at the second floor, and there were footprints on the puddle of black dog's blood that had not dried yet.
There were only footprints, but no one could be seen, so it was obvious who the footprints belonged to.
"Thankfully, I still have other trump cards." Scissors forced himself to console himself. He dragged his backpack and ran down the corridor. "All the windows in the sickroom are locked. I wonder if the storage room and the toilet are locked as well. The other party might have overlooked these places."
With the last shred of hope, Scissors crawled into the toilet at the end of the corridor.
Once he entered, he was greeted by a very strange sight. All five toilet doors were closed, and four of them were occupied!
"Stop messing with me!"
Scissors wailed internally. He raised his head to look at the toilet window, and a glimmer of hope reignited in his heart.
The toilet window was not sealed shut by the wooden boards. Probably because someone had tried to leave this place earlier, they had already pried open two of the wooden boards.
"I only need to remove one more wooden board, and I should be able to squeeze out!"
Rushing toward the window, he used the large scissors in his hands to remove the wooden boards, but the monsters inside the hospital appeared to be purposely toying with him. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor.
"Time is of the essence!"
Every second counted. Scissors used all his strength to pry open the wooden boards. His full attention was placed on the window, so he did not expect that in just a few seconds, the toilet door would be knocked open.
With a bang, even his heart was shaking. His grip loosened, and the large scissors that were stuck between the wooden boards and the window fell to the ground!
"What the f * ck!"
His only weapon had fallen outside the hospital. Scissors stood where he was for a whole second before grabbing the bag and crawling into the only cubicle that was not locked.
He wanted to punch himself, but considering that the noise might attract the attention of the ghosts, he resisted the urge.
"It's over! Scissors has left, but I haven't! If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have given myself this nickname! " Gritting his teeth, and his muscles tensed, Scissors covered his mouth and nose, not daring to breathe too loudly.
He prayed madly in his heart, "Don't find me, don't find me," but when he lowered his head to look down, his despair deepened.
Earlier, he had splashed himself with the black dog's blood, and every step he took left a bloody footprint. His location had been completely exposed. As long as one was not blind, they would be able to find him.
"This is completely different from what I expected! Just which part of the plan went wrong? "
With a pale face, Scissors had already given up. He was basically waiting for death.
"Unfortunately, I still haven't found my big brother …"
He hid inside the cubicle, but even after several minutes, no one came to look for him.
"They haven't found me? That's impossible? The footprints that I left lead directly to this cubicle. Even an idiot would know that I'm here, right? " Scissors nudged his body forward. He wanted to open the door, but when his hand touched the cubicle door, it bounced back. "No, they are probably just outside the door! Once I open the door, there will be several faces squeezing in, waiting for me to come out on my own. "
"Yes, I can't go out. I'll just stay here for as long as I can." Scissors maintained his posture. He did not even dare turn his head. "As long as I can't see them, they don't exist."
Hugging the old bag with both hands, Scissors did not feel dirty even though he was covered in black dog blood. "The bathroom is a very common place in horror movies, and it is very dangerous. Let me think, has anyone successfully escaped from the bathroom before?"
After thinking for a long time, the more Scissors thought about it, the more afraid he became. The bathroom appeared to be a place where one would definitely die in a horror movie. He could not come up with a way to escape, but he was reminded of a few scary scenarios in horror movies.
"The doors to the cubicles are all locked, which means that there has to be someone inside! Oh no, there's a ghost story that goes like this. When I go to the toilet in the middle of the night, a hand will reach out toward me from the cubicle and ask me if I want red or blue paper. "
Cold sweat slid down his face. The scenario from a horror movie appeared before his eyes, and the scary scenario that he had predicted might become reality!
"What if a hand reaches in and asks me for paper? Tell it that I'm actually a boy in female clothing who likes to squat down to pee? Doesn't it need paper at all? But even if I tell it, it might not believe me! "
"Bang!"
The door to the toilet was slammed open again, and the sound was much louder than the first time. It sounded like something scarier had entered the room.
Scissors immediately stopped his wandering thoughts. He clamped his hand over his mouth and tensed up.
"Bang!"
The door to the first cubicle was slammed open, and Scissors' heart shook. "It's inspecting the cubicles. Please don't come here, please don't come here!"
Things did not go as he wished. The doors to the cubicles before him were all slammed open, and the last set of footsteps stopped outside the cubicle that he was in.
"It's over. It's really over."
…
Screams came from downstairs. The doctor stopped moving. He turned to look at Chen Ge. "This place is a bit strange. How about we go down first? It'll be safer if we stay together."
"Staying with them will make it easier for us to get into trouble. Don't forget that the smiling man is still downstairs. It's probably him who made a move on the other passengers." Chen Ge came to the highest floor. Under the doctor's shocked gaze, he took out the hammer from his backpack and smashed open the door that led to the roof.
"You … look very familiar with this place. Have you been here before?" the doctor asked carefully.
"One of my employees lives in Li Wan City, so I've been here before. Even though the blood fog has covered the city, the internal structure of these buildings hasn't changed." Chen Ge climbed to the roof.
"One of your employees?"
"Yes, I'm a prop maker at the theme park. I made this hammer myself. It looks exaggerated, but it's useless." Chen Ge walked toward the few water tanks. He lifted all of them and realized that the phone spirit's body was not among them. "This place should still be in the real world."
The door had gone out of control, and the blood fog drifted out from it. It was slowly corrupting this small town. Perhaps after some time, Li Wan City would be completely transformed by the blood fog and become the connection between the world behind the door and the world outside the door.
"What are you looking at?" The doctor walked over.
"The fog is too thick. I want to see if there's any danger around us, but I can't see anything." Chen Ge found a random excuse. "Let's go down."
When they returned to the first floor, the bus was still there, but none of the passengers could be seen.
"There should be something inside the building, but we're lucky that we didn't run into it." The doctor was worried. He stood next to Chen Ge and hesitated for a while before saying, "Actually, I've been here before. The blood fog is everywhere …"
"We'll talk later. There seems to be a scream coming from that direction." Chen Ge's five senses were sharper than a normal person's. He grabbed his backpack and bag and walked down the road.
"Hey! Be careful! "The doctor's advice was useless against Chen Ge, so he could only follow Chen Ge.
Walking down the road, Chen Ge saw a person waving at him at the junction, but the person was facing away from him.
"Finally, there's an original resident." He picked up his pace, but the waving figure slowly disappeared into the fog.
Chen Ge did not want to let the man go. He chased after him for a while until he passed a hospital.
"Why is the man lying here?" Chen Ge saw the drunkard lying at the entrance of the hospital. He was foaming at the mouth, and he looked like he was about to die.
"He looks like he's in some kind of shock." The doctor shook his head. "I'm a surgeon, and I don't have much experience in situations like this. I can only give it a try. Whether I can wake him up or not will depend on luck."
"Take this." Chen Ge handed the backpack to the doctor. "I'm more experienced in this field."
He undid the drunkard's collar and belt. He tilted the drunkard's head back slightly, and then he pressed on the man's philtrum rhythmically. Then he pressed on the man's chest. The whole set of movements was flawless; it looked like they were copied from a textbook.
Two to three minutes later, the drunkard slowly woke up. When he saw Chen Ge's face clearly, his expression finally relaxed. However, he soon became nervous again. He pointed in a direction and said, "Don't go there. There's a smiling human-faced dog inside. It's a curse."
"Don't worry, I'll send you back to the bus."
Chen Ge wanted to help the drunkard up, but the man grabbed Chen Ge. "Don't go back! There's a mop ghost in the building we first entered, and there's a hanging ghost on the stairs! Don't go back! "
"Are there really so many ghosts?"
"It's true! I'm not lying to you! Now I suspect every building is hiding a ghost story, and every house has a ghost! "The drunkard's body was shaking.
"There's a ghost in every house? Doesn't that mean every house can be turned into a unique scary scenario? " A glint flashed across Chen Ge's eyes. He scanned the surrounding buildings, and his expression was completely different from when he first arrived.
"You can see it that way." The drunkard had no idea what Chen Ge was thinking. "By the way, don't go into the hospital next to me no matter what. I heard several screams earlier!"
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