The ceiling is white.

The walls are white.

The door is white.

All rooms that can be seen are white.

The bed was white.

The tables and chairs are also white.

... ...

There was too much white, creating a sense of horror, and on the fourth floor, after finding that there were no steps up, Wang Yong continued along the corridor, which was the same structure as below, and all the doors were not marked with any signs, and it was not clear what they were doing.

Needless to say, he didn't look at every one of the closed doors, the one or two open doors, the room without the iron door as the outermost door, and everything that could be seen inside the open wooden door was white.

The book holders on the shelves are all white, and a book, about the cover, is all white, and there is no handwriting on the spine, so I am not sure if it is a book or a notebook.

Wang Yong picked up one or two books from the table and opened them, most of them were white paper, and there were no horizontal or vertical lines, which looked like sketchbooks.

Some of them are simple enough, but they are not recognizable words, they are very strange, they seem to lack something, they can't form a coherent text.

There are several colored drawings of children's graffiti, black and red, and the two colors plus the white paper make for a kind of picture that is full of a certain sense of evil.

Wang Yong looked at it roughly, and closed his eyes from time to time to see, the difference between the two visions was that no matter what he was holding in his hand, it was dark when he closed his eyes, and there was nothing in his hand.

Leaving the room where nothing was found, he continued to walk forward, I don't know how many rooms he walked through, and finally saw the dean's room, this should be a dean's room, the photos hanging on the wall, the wood-colored photo frame border became the existence that relieved the fatigue of the eyes, he walked in, but he was facing the person behind a desk.

The photo shows a normal human face, and the slightly chubby dean is wearing glasses with round lenses, smiling, and inexplicably happy.

The person behind the desk is a lion face full of black hair, a lion face, and glasses with round lenses, which makes people see at a glance that he should be the person in the photo.

"Who, how did you get out? Nurse, security guard, somebody got out here..."

The dean seemed to be looking at some information on the table, and when he saw Wang Yong who walked in directly, his first reaction was to ask, and then he pressed the phone on the table, which was a black landline, and he began to speak after pressing a button, with some dissatisfaction in his tone.

There seemed to be a voice on the other end of the phone, and soon, there were footsteps running outside, and at the same time, the director also had an electric baton-like thing in his hand, as if to guard against a sudden attack by a high-risk patient.

It was difficult for Wang Yong to judge the other party's joy and anger from the lion's face, and his intuition found that the other party was angry, and an inexplicable empathy made him have an irrepressible anger, his hands clenched into fists, and the next moment, he let go and quickly grabbed a stack of materials on the table, which was exactly what the dean was looking at just now.

This time, the information is much more normal, there is a small photo in the upper right corner, even if the text is still unrecognizable, but I can also feel that this may be employee information, or medical record information.

Without looking closely, Wang Yong turned his head and left, and when he walked out of the door, he saw the people coming from one end of the corridor, they could only come from here, the location of the dean's office was also an end, and only a staircase in the middle could go together, it was impossible for them to outflank from the other end.

The pig-headed and kobold men in white came in a rage, both of them with electric batons in their hands like the dean.

If you get hit, you can probably force people to calm down, if you are still human.

Wang Yong casually pushed open the door diagonally opposite, the rooms on both sides of the corridor were not door-to-door, and there was some distance to be opened, this distance gave Wang Yong time to escape, at least no one could see what he was doing in the room.

He walked quickly to the wall, closed his eyes, took two steps in the darkness, opened his eyes, and was already in the adjacent room, repeating it twice, and after passing through the two adjacent rooms, he was already behind the pig-headed and kobold men dressed in white.

"What about people?"

"Why is it gone?"

"There's no one in the room!"

"That's where he just went!"

The dean was more cautious, and only after everyone came, he walked out of his room, still holding the electric baton in his hand, and when he heard the sao luan outside, he turned his head and saw Wang Yong, raised the stick and pointed: "There, he is there, quickly arrest him back!"

Wang Yong quickened his pace and walked down the stairs, this time his speed was much faster, after all, the road he had traveled did not need to be explored again, he returned to his room before those people, closed the wooden door inside, and closed the white curtain inside the glass window at the same time.

The searchers passed outside, their footsteps were obvious, accompanied by the sound of questioning, they did not open the locked room, and all the people hurried through this floor, and the sound of footsteps, breathing, and talking was less obvious here than the footsteps and breathing and talking that were very obvious on it.

Soon, the curtain opened a gap, and it was possible to see that no one was outside.

Wang Yong sat on the bed, and the information that he had been holding in his hand was spread out, not many, more than a dozen of them, all with photos, and the photos were all normal faces, unfortunately, even if he saw these faces, he couldn't compare them with reality and determine who they were.

And the words on it are even more unpredictable, as if each word has been hidden from a key part, and the remaining half is still a word, but it is no longer effectively legible.

Is this probably some kind of disease?

Wang Yong felt that he seemed to have heard the name of this disease, and what was the name of the disease that could only be half seen when he read the words? He had too many memories, and this kind of fleeting memory was like a drop in the ocean, and it seemed troublesome to find it, and besides, there seemed to be no need to look for it, he just knew what was going on.

Isn't it writing a paper, but also telling a clear and clear story with a source?

Then, the value of these materials to him is greatly reduced.

I can't recognize people's faces, I can't read the text, and I'm not sure if there will be my own information on it, which is really...

"Huh, why is the door closed?"

There was a sound of talking outside the door, and Wang Yong quickly stuffed all the materials under the bed, and the sheets hung down slightly on both sides, so that they would not be seen underneath.

The iron door opened, the wooden door opened, these two doors, there was no lock inside, and the person outside walked in, it was a pig-headed man in white clothes, it should be a nurse, she walked in with thick legs, and her voice seemed to be a little rough: "Wang Yong, take medicine." ”

The pill was poured out of the bottle, and a black-green tablet that looked more like poison than poison seemed to be the same as the one in the morning.

With the experience of the morning, Wang Yong took the initiative more, he took the pill, put it in his mouth on his back, blocked the existence of the pill with his thumb, took the water handed by the nurse, and took the initiative to swallow it.

Maybe it's because I don't have that strong resistance, I don't feel so sad to drink water this time, and my ears still feel like I've entered water, and I can hear the sound of bubbling water, which is very uncomfortable.

"This time I was obedient. ”

The pig-headed nurse said this, and there was not much praise to say, in general, it was to save herself trouble, and her attitude was a little less rude, she took the water cup and left the room, the wooden door was open, and the iron door was locked.

In this process, she was not worried about Wang Yong doing something to attack suddenly, Wang Yong saw the small electric baton she was carrying, maybe this is her confidence, maybe there is a sedative that can be pierced at any time?

Clenching his fists and closing his eyes, Wang Yong tried to take the pill in his hand into the darkness, this time... It worked!

The pill exploded in the darkness like a firework, and in the rapidly diffusing white light, many quickly fading claws could be seen, and the cracked cobwebs were bridged, and a picture appeared in front of you.

"Tell me about you, why did you do such a thing?"

Wang Yong stood there, looking at a noble lady who appeared in front of her, she was not young, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were finely covered, but she couldn't hide the skin that was loose because of aging, looking at her, it seemed that she could see the not so beautiful skeleton under the skin.

“... ... That girl, just because you died with a word, you still don't think so, you, how can you be like your father, do you have a heart? You're a monster, a monster!"

In the end, her own emotions collapsed, shouting loudly, screaming meaninglessly, and her hideous face could not be decorated with careful makeup, roaring that others were monsters, and she probably didn't expect that she was more like a monster at this time.

Along with the words, the slapping also followed, Wang Yong frowned and dodged, this time, the noblewoman was more and more angry, her palm fell into the air, and after shaking herself, she was even more angry, "You dare to hide, you monster, why don't you die?"

With the angry scolding, she picked up something in her hand, and a black shadow quickly smashed in, and the picture that was barely bridged quickly shattered with the sound of "tearing" if there was substance, Wang Yong didn't see the result, but he could probably think of why the original owner appeared here.

The girl who confessed to him died, jumped off the building and died, died in front of the original owner, not to say, and became the fault of the original owner, this should be his mother, being scolded like this by his own mother, if it's a monster, it probably doesn't matter, if it's not... It's also normal to be psychotic.

A part of the broken dust seemed to have been sucked into Wang Yong's body, and another picture unfolded in his mind, and the young man with a blurred face said indifferently: "Then you should die." ”

There is no joy or sorrow.

Plain and natural.

The color of blood was in the aftermath, and it was a girl who confessed her failure to take revenge with her life - "Death will show you".

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