This night, there are destined to be many people who have insomnia. They are for love, for survival, for atonement, or for money, for power, for women. Every person with insomnia has a secret in his heart, and this secret can only be buried deep in his heart, and cannot be told to anyone, not even loved ones.

The room to the north is on the 3rd floor of this small town hotel. Behind the freshly refurbished cream-white walls and new beige curtains are the traces of years of rain and snow. The white light from the newly replaced lamp on the roof was cold and silent, frighteningly quiet. To the north, the only thing you can hear is the humming current coming from the lamp, which is constantly amplified.

The wind outside the window was blowing fiercely, constantly beating against the surrounding buildings, as if to tear the loose windows along with the glass. The wind blew all night long, making people feel an unavoidable chill. Wrap the quilt more tightly to the north. Everything that happened during the day made him unsettled, as if he was still in a dream.

The room was indeed dilapidated enough, and waves of travelers wrapped the dilapidated bedside table with a thick layer of pulp with instant noodle soup, thick phlegm, and a mixture of men and women. On the white wall, an unknown insect crawled, spitting a core in its mouth. It's dirty everywhere, it's disgusting everywhere. Xiang Bei withdrew a piece of toilet paper from the head of the bed and slapped the bug to death, but the core of the bug had not had time to retract into his mouth.

He thought of his home in the city, where he could lean back on the couch at will, enjoying the warmth of the winter night in a way that was paralyzed. He could also stand by the kitchen window and look through the window screen across the building. The white and yellow windows of the building are like lattices in the dark night, and each lattice is staging a tragedy or comedy - chasing children, washing clothes, cooking, watching TV, two people quarreling, and even men and women lying on the windowsill to make love.

Xiang Bei remembers once seeing two people arguing in the living room, and another man crawling to the balcony naked. Xiangbei kindly reminded the other party to be careful, but was scolded by the naked man pointing at his nose. And then, the lights in that house never came on again. Since then, Xiangbei has been looking at the house every night, why the lights never come on, could there have been a murder, and the man killed the hostess? This matter has always been buried in his heart.

However, his favorite thing is to sit on the sofa and watch TV, with the lights on outside and the warmth in the house. Noyi squatted beside him, playing with the toys that had been dismantled. Zhou Xuecen was busy cleaning up pots and pans in the kitchen. That's what home feels like. However, from today onwards, this scene will not be repeated. Xiang Bei's heart is full of pain, guilt and anger, and there is nowhere to vent.

Now, he survived alone in such a strange and desolate place, and he could even enjoy the violent crashing sound and the unbridled moaning of the woman coming from the opposite room. The voice was beautiful, and perhaps relieved his nervous and manic mood. However, all the pain can only be left to Zhou Xuecen alone. This is a great insult to a man. Thinking of this, a sharp pain filled Xiang Bei's head, and he felt that this head was like a juicer, and after a few shakes, the brain inside could become a paste.

No, you have to take a small pill to suppress the shock. The doctor said that the brain should not be stimulated, otherwise it will be really mushy.

The two small pills went down, and Xiang Bei gradually calmed down, and another terrible premonition became stronger and stronger in his heart: not only was he being chased by the police, but there seemed to be a force staring at him behind him. Where you are and what you do, it seems that you can't escape the palm of this power!

……

At Hedong Children's Hospital, the medical incident finally subsided. The noise in the infusion room ended with a sense of near-joy as the doctor continued his midnight hustle and bustle.

Noyi was wheeled into the morgue.

"How old is this child?" the gatekeeper Lao Wei took the child.

"Two years old. The beautiful nurse with heavy makeup and light makeup left with two words, and she didn't want to stay in such an unfortunate place for a minute.

"Hey, it's a short-lived baby again. Shrewd...... Shrewd...... Let's sleep, the third demon is here......" Lao Wei hugged Nuoyi, humming a children's song in an obscure northern dialect, his tone was calm and slow.

Lao Wei is 72 years old this year and has a thin face. It may be that the yin qi here is too heavy, and his whole person looks gloomy, and he looks like a ghost.

Zhou Xuecen also felt desolate. Noichi is still young, only two years old, and living alone in such a place will definitely be scary. No, you have to be here with the kids!

Zhang Ke was helpless, although he was scared, he could only accompany him.

The morgue was originally a quiet place, except for dozens of dead dolls, only Lao Wei was panting. Now that there are a few more living people, Lao Wei feels uncomfortable.

"You'd better go back. Old Wei persuaded Zhou Xuecen.

Zhou Xuecen ignored it, she seemed unconscious, her eyes were dilated, and her mouth kept muttering, but she couldn't hear what she was saying. She felt that the child should be watching her from some corner at this time. At the very least, his soul should be nearby.

"Noyi...... Nuoyi ......"

Lao Wei shook his head, almost every parent came here with this miserable look. They don't know much about this place, and they even think that the morgue in the children's hospital is lonely! This is a lively place and a happy place! Lao Wei thought about it, smiled bitterly, and continued to hum those two difficult nursery rhymes repeatedly: "Good ...... Shrewd...... Let's sleep, the third demon path is here......".

"Uncle, are you the security guard here?" Zhang Ke was so panicked by his strange ballad that he got goosebumps.

"You can't call a security guard, I'm the gatekeeper of this morgue. Lao Wei replied very seriously.

"What do you call it?"

"My surname is Wei. ”

"Uncle Wei, Nuoyi is still young, please find him a better bed. Zhang Ke said.

"Don't worry, I'll pick a good feng shui position for the child," Lao Wei trembled, his hands and feet were no longer very neat, and he trembled when he cleaned up the bed. He likes to refer to everyone who is carried as a "child" rather than a "body."

"You don't have to worry. I've been working here for 24 years. Every child is carried here and from here, and it is all natural. You see, this morgue is not big, but it is lively, and all the people living in it are children. Some children died at birth, and some children lived here for seven or eight years without anyone taking them away. Hey, they're all hard-working babies. ”

"My hard-working baby ......" Zhou Xuecen seemed to be unlocked by this sentence, and cried out.

Zhang Ke panicked, hurried up to hug her, and then gave Lao Wei a look: You dead old man, why do you tell these ghost stories in the middle of the night? But she suddenly felt that Nuoyi was just like them? Thinking of this, she got goosebumps again.

"Hey, some people lie in morgues, some people have nowhere to hide in the street. Old Wei seemed to say to himself, "Man, do you say that you are happy to live or happy to die?" I think this morgue is full of joy. At least their souls can rest in peace. ”

Lao Wei sat on a chair beside him, put on reading glasses, and took out a small notebook to write something.

"Uncle, what are you writing?" Zhang Ke leaned over and took a look.

"Make a note of Noyi. I will record the name, date of birth, and date of death of each child who leaves. ”

"Why do you remember it?" Zhang Ke was puzzled.

"My child left when he was 7 years old. Pneumonia, I didn't look good. Lao Wei told his story, "He cried very hard when he left. He hugged me and said he was scared and said he didn't want to die. I also cried, I cried that I had no ability to support my child, let alone protect him. I was holding him too. I said, baby, don't be afraid, you go first, Mom and Dad will look for you in a few years. I thought, when I get to that world, I must take care of my children. The child cried and cried and stopped moving. When I looked, I was dead. Tears on his face. I don't know whether to cry or laugh when I die. I wiped away his tears and gave him a new dress. I held him in both hands and walked from the ward to this morgue. Along the way, I was afraid that the child would be afraid, so I kept singing to him, obediently...... Shrewd...... Let's sleep, the third demon is here......"

Zhang Ke was originally scared, but he was fascinated by this story, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Do you know what this song means? The big ghosts and the little ghosts all give way, my doll is coming...... This morgue is a home. Every child who comes here is a new member of the family. They have experienced fear and pain, and in the end they have found a home here, and they will no longer be afraid. ”

It would be a good thing if Noyi could rest in peace in this new home. Thinking of this, Zhang Ke felt no longer afraid. She discussed with her husband and tried to persuade Zhou Xuecen to leave. This woman has lost her soul, and if she continues like this, she will definitely go crazy. When the time comes, this home will really be gone.

The two talked badly and persuaded Zhou Xuecen to leave. However, she insisted on going back to her home, where Noyi had lived, with the children's toys, clothes, and a bed to sleep in. Nuoyi is too young, and even if he dies, he can't go far. His soul must still be around here, and the child does not know the way, and if someone can lead him, the child will be able to go home.

Zhang Ke and her husband drove Zhou Xuecen home. This day's tossing made the two of them tired, but seeing Zhou Xuecen's trance-like mental state, they couldn't rest assured, and after discussion, they decided to stay with Zhou Xuecen.

Zhou Xuecen returned home and repeated the previous actions as if sleepwalking: clean up the toys scattered on the floor, go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Nuoyi, and then remove Nuoyi's clothes from the drying rack and stack them neatly. Everything was packed up and dinner was ready.

"Nuoyi, come out for dinner......"

The house was quiet......

"Baby, where are you going to play again, hurry up and come out to eat......"

Or is it terrible silence......

Zhou Xuecen seemed to be a little anxious, and his mood slowly changed, and he shouted like crazy: "Dead boy, why are you so disobedient! If you don't come out, I'll beat you!"

Suffocating ......

Zhang Ke couldn't stand it anymore, she felt that Zhou Xuecen's mental state might collapse at any time.

"Xuezen, sit down and take a break. ”

Zhang Ke pressed Zhou Xuecen's shoulder and calmed her down. But to no avail.

Zhou Xuecen is like a sorceress in ancient times, summoning in this way that seems to be a demonic way, summoning Nuoyi's soul home. At this time, the phone rang, but she did not respond at all, still immersed in her own world.

Zhang Ke took a look, it was an unfamiliar number, who would call so late? The phone kept ringing, and Zhang Ke picked it up.

"Hello, who are you?"

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Speak. ”

Still no sound, Zhang Ke hung up the phone. As soon as I put down my phone, the phone rang again.

"Hey, who are you looking for, talking...... To the north, is that you? I'm Zhang Ke......"

Zhang Ke ...... It's me," the other finally spoke, "How is Xuezen now?"

"Xiangbei, come back quickly, I always feel that Xuecen is in a very bad state, and this incident has hit her too hard. I'm afraid she'll do something stupid. Zhang Ke cried as he spoke, and the tense nerves of the day were instantly broken.

"I ......" Xiangbei was just about to speak, but he heard the movement on the phone again, it was Zhou Xuecen talking to himself. Xiang Bei's heart suddenly seemed to be pulled down by a heavy object, and it hurt to drill his heart.

Wife, I said I was going to protect you and Noichi, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen. I'm not a good husband, and I'm not a good dad...... Xiangbei silently condemned himself in his heart.

"Zhang Ke, please, take care of Xuecen for me, and ......" Xiangbei choked up, "Nuoyi's future, please!"

"Where are you now, it's so late, it's so cold......"

"I'm fine, I'm safe here for the time being......" Before Xiangbei's voice fell, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, followed by a knock on the door!

Hearing the movement outside the door, Xiang Bei subconsciously became alert. He didn't have time to say goodbye, so he hung up the phone, turned off the lights, and stuck to the door to listen to the movement outside—the knock on the opposite side.

"Police, don't move!" followed by a tearing and scuffling.

Xiang Bei held his breath, and his heart rose to his throat - it seemed that he really couldn't run this time! However, the movement seemed to slow down, and with the knock of the door, the chaotic footsteps faded away.

Xiang Bei had been listening to the door closely, making sure that it was safe outside, and slowly opened the door, and the innkeeper was cleaning up the room.

"Boss, what's going on? Such a big move!" asked Xiang Bei, pretending to be sleepy-eyed, nonchalantly.

"Damn, it's really enough to carry it, sweep away!" The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a sweater and pants, wrapped in a military coat that looks a little sloppy. He seemed accustomed to the guest's questions, and said angrily, "These immoral people have come to my small hotel to look for chickens and make trouble for me." It's a small business. It's okay now, and I can't even earn back the room fee. ”

"Uh...... No wonder. He yawned and went back to the house and closed the door. This night, he has been half-asleep, and every small movement outside will make him keenly capture, subconsciously tightening the muscles of his whole body.