- I can't tell the difference.

Time seems to stand still, and it doesn't feel like it's going to be right in a line, it's like it's at one point, a little bit in this direction, a little bit in that direction, a myriad of directions, an infinite number of "little bits", the origin is enlarged by one edge -- the enlarged origin is still the origin, and so it doesn't go anywhere.

The space, which he didn't move, was always here.

When I closed my eyes, it was so quiet that I couldn't hear any movement on the lawn about three floors down, I couldn't hear any noise in the hallway outside the door, the arrival of the lizardface, the arrival of the female nurse, there was not the slightest sound of warning.

The sound of footsteps, breathing, or the sound of trinkets colliding.

No, nothing.

He seemed to be standing there, not moving a single step.

I'm afraid that this body is not sick, what kind of weird world is this?

The irritability was even heavier, and the boy suppressed this irritability, emptied all the thoughts in his brain, and prepared to cultivate his spiritual power, However, it was empty.

He tried hard for a while, but he didn't feel anything, and his almost instinctive attempt to cultivate spiritual power came to naught.

It's not that the method is wrong, it's that the world doesn't allow it?

When he opened his eyes again, he was still in the same ward, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, outside the door, and the small window on the iron door opened, "Wang Yong, your lunch, it's time for lunch." ”

The voice of the female nurse came, and the other female nurse, her voice was much better.

The boy turned around and saw the female nurse with a rabbit face, her eyebrows and eyes were very delicate, and she noticed the young man's gaze, and with a light smile and a reassuring meaning, she pushed the lunch box placed on the small window.

The lunch box made of environmentally friendly materials has a milky white color, and the upper layer of plastic wrap has a water mist, so you can't see what the food inside is, but the bright color still seems to make people look forward to it.

Wang Yong stood up, came to the iron gate, reached out to get the lunch box, tore off the plastic wrap on the lunch box, picked up the spoon inside and ate it, the rice is fragrant and soft, the green pepper is slightly sweet, and the tomatoes are added with more appetizing acidity, savor those tastes, food?

In the blink of an eye, the lunch box in his hand was a piece of color, and he was savoring the taste of each color, letting the color stack on his stomach, and the darker the stack, the more terrifying the ghost was born.

Ghosts that can't capture specific forms, can't know specific actions...

Looking at the female nurse waiting outside the door, the rabbit kept a smile on her face, watched with anticipation and satisfaction as he finished swallowing the food, took away the empty lunch box handed back, and left quickly.

Her speed was really fast, and when she saw that the lunch box was taken away, Wang Yong raised her eyes again, and she couldn't see the back of the rabbit face from the corridor.

There was only one road here, and his room seemed to be the room at the end of the corridor, and it was the corridor that was directly opposite, and it seemed that he could see the corner with a white light in the distance, and on both sides were the same iron-door rooms, and there was only one road, the road leading to here, so long, with a span of five or six rooms, how could that rabbit face go so fast?

The small window was not closed, it seemed that the rabbit face had forgotten, Wang Yong looked out from the small window, the corridor was no longer a cold hue, but a dark red like a dark sun, and the overlap of various reds easily formed a black crack, and the ghost was in the crack.

Looking up, I looked out of the vertical window, and there was still a corridor of cold tones, white on the sides and above, blue gray on the ground, and there seemed to be some reflective smooth floor tiles reflecting the surrounding white.

The iron door is not reflective, Wang Yong can't see his appearance, he saw the glass window on the old-fashioned wooden door, pulled the door, adjusted an angle, he saw his appearance from the glass, black like dead wood, no face, no neck and body, the blue and white striped hospital gown could not be displayed at all, only black with the same color as withered black claws.

The hand was loose, the angle of the door changed, the blackened appearance disappeared in an instant, and the cold hue once again filled the place as far as the eye could see.

I...... What is it?

The confusion has always been there, Wang Yong thought about it, or assume that he is a human being, otherwise, many things are not easy to understand, so what are these ghosts, those ghosts looming in the cracks?

Is it a manifestation of fear of the outside world, or is it some kind of metaphor with other implications?

Pig's head face, lizard face, rabbit face... And those messy and weird faces on the lawn, is it because of the nerves of this body that they see normal scenes as these strange pictures, or is it that the mainstream of this world is such a "person"?

After all, no one stipulates that a person must be an existence with two eyes and one mouth, or it can be a "person" with other forms.

Wang Yong's acceptance has always been good, temporarily put aside the questions he couldn't figure out, returned to the bedside, removed the pillow, there was no bedside partition behind the pillow, and behind the low sleek iron bar was the snow-white wall, on which, near the pillow, could see some handwriting that seemed to be drawn by fingernails.

"Female" and "also", the two words are very separated, and there is a vertical line in the middle separating them, is this dividing "she" into two, or is there any other meaning?

The font like a child's handwriting can't even tell whether it was left by the original owner.,There's no memory of the original owner at all.,There's no plot behind.,For a while,It's really a little confusing.。

"Anyway, I have to give a reference!"

After looking at it for a while, he didn't know the essentials, and was about to put the pillow back over, when Wang Yong saw his own nails, arc-shaped white □□ pink nails, which were not nails that could leave such sharp scratches on the wall, but...

With his hands facing upwards, he closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he reached forward, not touching the wall, but stopped where he thought he might touch the wall, and carved a "she" as it was.

After writing a "she" in its entirety, and then drawing a vertical line in the middle, after repeating this step, he opened his eyes, and about the distance was not right, and there were deeper scratches on the wall, which were three points into the wood, not like the sharpness of the fingernails, but like the width of the fingers.

The word "she" is not too open, and the deep traces crossed by the vertical line make people have some associations, and the inexplicable murder is hidden.

In ancient times, if a person was to be executed, the judge would draw a line on the top of the person's name, because the name was written vertically, so the line was a vertical line, not a horizontal line.

So, who is this "she"?

To kill "who"?

Something seems to have shown a clue, but more is still under the surface of the sea, and it is not clear to see, Wang Yong put the pillow back in place, but unfortunately the "she" written on it just now is a little taller, and it cannot be covered at all.

There was not even a tool around, and it was not easy to erase the word, looking at the round nails, thinking of how he wrote this word just now, Wang Yong took away the pillow, closed his eyes and tried to erase the word out of thin air.

This time, he had a better control of the distance, and the handwriting was erased, along with the one below, and the effect was to make the snow-white wall peel off one after another, revealing the ugly and ugly cement wall at the bottom.

If what he did in the dark could affect reality, then was it there that he tried to dig a wall, and when he opened his eyes, he could directly "escape" from the hole he dug out?

It's a good way to do it, however, who knows what's next door?

Wang Yong came to the door again, looked at the iron door, and the empty corridor outside the iron door, he ignored the dark red in the small window, and the dangerous thought that something might be hidden in it, closed his eyes, and the next moment, took two steps forward.

A little more safe, one more step.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in the hallway, and when he turned around, it was the iron door at the end, the room, and the iron gray exposed on the walls inside was very clear, like a mark.

Sure enough, it came out this way.

There was an irrepressible joy in my heart, and the distance from the wooden door inside the iron gate just formed an angle, and when I looked sideways, I could see the glass window on the wooden door, and there was a blackened existence that could be called a face.

Looking like this, it's a villain again!

After that, should the plot be "prison break" and then kill all sides, and finally be caught back by a Taoist priest or something or simply executed?

Even then, when it's time to go, you have to go, Wang Yong doesn't think it's a good habit to sit still, the most important thing is that there is nothing in the room, and you can't cultivate, and you can't stay at home!

Thinking about it, he looked at the corner above, and made sure that there was no surveillance, so he strode forward, and when he passed the next door, he took a look inside, but unfortunately the wooden door inside was closed, and the white cloth curtain in the glass window was also drawn, so he couldn't see what kind of situation was inside.

There was something in the door on the opposite side, a dark red mark was left on the bed, on the white cloth, the mark was very obvious, as if it was alive, and the place bordering the white cloth, it seemed that the crack-like marks were spreading outward.

"There's always a sense of foreboding, is this really a mental hospital?"

The black interlude after closing his eyes has no reference value at all, in the darkness, moving forward or backward, it seems to be standing still, and this space outside, even if it is full of all kinds of incomprehensible disorder, but there is always a reference.

Without rashly entering the other wards to find out, even if he saw the traces that might be left by the torn claws of the ghost, Wang Yong still strode forward, and after walking through this section, he saw the stairs around the corner, up and down, and after hesitating, he chose to go up.

When you look out from the window, you can see that this is a building with two corners, and the side part is four stories high, and it should be three floors here, so the top floor is the top floor, and generally speaking, the dean's office and the like should be on the top floor.

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