Day 4. The remaining twenty-two regained their silence, this time not because of the drug, but because of desperation.

No one could fall asleep that night, and the incandescent lights on the ceiling were not extinguished, and from time to time there was a whispering sound of sobbing in the bedroom, which gradually evolved into a mountain of howling.

A boy began to hit the head of the bed with his head, a muffled response and a few screams from time to time, the boy's forehead was already a bloody mess, but his movements still did not stop, until a fresh brain burst out of him He fell heavily on the bed and stopped moving.

The girl who had torn her mouth before finally ripped off her jaw this time, and two rows of unrelated teeth were exposed, drowning in blood that kept oozing.

The other girl scratched the wall with her ten fingers, as if trying to draw a door to escape, but all that remained on the wall were ten clear blood marks, and her nails were broken at the roots, making a screeching noise, and finally a pair of mutilated bloody hands remained.

I looked at the tragic scenes in front of me in a daze, and felt that the clothes on my body had been soaked with sweat, and Xu Tong, who was closest to me, also covered his head with a quilt, not daring to look or listen again.

Eight more people died that night. Before dawn, the bodies of eight people were taken away. In the eyes of the survivors, the carts of the men in white have become a symbol of death, and we have been convinced of the fact that they have sent away either dead bodies or people who will become dead bodies.

As the morning approached, I finally lay on my bed exhausted, the surging drowsiness temporarily forced despair, my mind became more and more dizzy, and I closed my eyes in the pungent smell of blood.

However, after I closed my eyes, my mind began to clear again, and it was no longer pitch black before me.

I saw the pillow under my head, and I saw a bare bed board next to the pillow, on which someone had carved a few small words with my fingernails: Help me, help me, I don't want to die so inexplicably, who can save me, save me...

"There were people who lived here before us, and they became test subjects just like us? Who are they? Are they really the transparent people in the third dormitory building?" I opened my eyes suddenly, and the place where the bed board had just appeared next to the pillow was now a flat sheet, and I reached out to lift the white cloth, and found that the bed board underneath was smooth and flat, and there was no word.

At this moment, the irresistible sleepiness just now returned, like a slap on my head, and my head fell on the pillow, deciding to take everything I had just seen as an illusion for the time being.