"Knock knock".

I sat up and dozed off for a moment, because it occurred to me that the nurses weren't going to knock so endlessly, they had the key and would just break in! So who is knocking on the door at this moment? Is it a "neighbor"?

Right! Must be psychopathic! The person who knocked on someone's door in the middle of the night must be a mentally abnormal person, what is he going to do? And the nurses don't care here, I ...... What should I do...... What will he do to me when he comes in? What to do......

"Knock knock".

The sound was like a rush, and I was completely awake at the moment, clutching the quilt tightly, all the time frozen, and there was a knock on the door, as if there was only one sound in the world. I got out of bed irritably, walking back and forth in my room, I couldn't figure out who was across the door, I had been pretending to be asleep for so long, why was he still knocking on the door.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, I covered my ears, my heart was like countless ants crawling, irritable, I had an urge to open the door, but I was afraid that I would not be able to face the knocker outside the door.

I keep knocking on the door and I can't stand it anymore! Irritability overcame fear, strode to the door, took a deep breath, and slammed the door open!

No one?

The corridor was quiet, and the white wall of the corridor was on the opposite side of my door, and there was nothing!

Hidden? Next to the door? I cautiously poked my head out and looked to the right, and there was no one in the hallway! Looking further to the left, I saw that the nurse at the end of the corridor was still sleeping on her stomach, and the long corridor was empty!

How could there be no one? I heard a knock on the door a second before I opened the door, and the man couldn't have run back to his room in an instant!

Breathing is getting worse, and I can't accept the fact that I can't accept it! Is it my auditory hallucination again?

I lay on the door frame with my hands on my stomach, my head bowed, I only felt that my whole body was weak, thinking that before I walked out of the door of the ward, everyone saw me and ran away in fright, until I went to the mirror to know that it was my face full of blood that scared others, and when Dr. Ma came, I didn't know. There's no blood at all, it's just rust, and rust doesn't stain everywhere. My face was bloody, and I ran away when others saw me. These two things are my own imagination!

And now it's the middle of the night, and there is a knock on the door! What's wrong with me! What the hell is wrong with me! It must be an auditory hallucination! Otherwise, how could there not even be a ghost!

What is it?

Because I kept my head down, I saw something on the ground, it was a doll......

I remembered that there was a woman who had been holding a doll. This one on the ground is that one at the moment! It's just that...... How could it be at the door? And her head kept tilting up, and it looked like she was staring up at me, and her big eyes were beautiful, her eyelashes were long, and her mouth was small, and I couldn't help but squat down......

How can it stand on its small feet? I remember when I was a child, my grandmother bought me a lot of dolls, but none of them seemed to stand as steady on the ground as this one, and I reached out and gently stroked its hair, her long eyelashes drooping. With big, round eyes and a slight bow of the head, as if I had been touched and shy, so cute......

Although it was beautiful and cute, I couldn't put it down, but I crouched on the ground and stroked his hair while my heart was straight, as if something was wrong......

Let's not talk about why it appeared at my door, but the way she lowered her head slightly always gave me goosebumps all over my body, and it was indescribably weird......

Well? Could it be it?

Could it be that this doll is knocking on the door?

I heard a knock at the door. When the door was opened, there was no one outside, only a doll standing on the ground, who else was the knocker?

I stiffened my hand and picked it up. Slowly stood up and began to look at the doll, because I would never believe it could knock on the door. I held it flat in my arms like a baby, and it slowly closed its eyes as if it were asleep.

That's right! I remembered! Why is it so weird to look at!

Yes, the eyes of this type of doll are movable, and they are open when standing. When you lie it down, your eyes will automatically close, but there is no other mechanism other than this function, but ......

I distinctly remember that when I stood and looked down at it, it looked up at me, and when I crouched down, she was slightly down!

The doll's neck doesn't move on its own at all, and it needs to be pulled down with your hands to move the angle. Thinking of this, I looked at the neck of the doll in my hand, and sure enough, its head was put in, and it was very tight, and it needed to press its head down hard before it would make a "bowed" look.

So how does it look up at me when I'm standing, and keep my head down like shy when I'm crouching! I watched the whole process, and no one else helped! Don't...... Does it have a soul? Can it control its own body?

I took off its clothes, wanted to see what mechanisms were in its body, how it felt like I was in a spell, and in the middle of the night I stood at the door and began to fiddle with a doll......

"Ahh

A low, loud roar from my throat came from afar, with infinite anger and worry in it, and it shot straight at me like an arrow.

I shook my whole body and almost didn't drop the doll on the ground, and I hugged it tightly and looked down the corridor in panic to see a middle-aged woman running at me in a rage.

I hugged the doll tightly as if my feet were pinned to the ground, and I couldn't move a step away, I could only stare at her in horror, watching her get closer and closer to me......

She was like a mad beast, grabbing the doll in my arms and pulling it out like crazy, I instinctively held it in my arms, the doll's big eyes looked at me aggrievedly, as if I was asking me for help, I don't know where the courage came from, dare to fight against such a psychopath.

The whole doll was in my arms, she could only grab a little hair, and finally she let out a low roar in her throat, like an angry lion, and pulled it violently, only to see a large handful of the doll's hair was pulled down, and the doll also fell to the ground, looking at the scattered hairs all over the ground, and the embarrassed doll, I suddenly felt like a criminal who had done something wrong, and stood stupidly in place for a while, not daring to look up at the madman, I could only wait for the time to pass by a second, and perhaps a bigger storm was waiting for me.

Sure enough, she erupted, with a deafening roar, and she pushed me with all her strength, and I was thrust against the doorframe, and she immediately picked up the doll on the ground and ran away......

The back of my head hurt so much that I was half-leaning on the door frame weakly, feeling that my legs could not support my weight, so I could only support my body with my hands backwards to prevent myself from falling.

Suddenly there was a panic in my heart, I gritted my teeth and persevered, crying, I only cried, crying not because of pain, but because of ...... One thing comes to mind......

No way! When pigs fly!

It must be a coincidence!

It's just a coincidence!

But...... How could it be such a coincidence! I remembered...... I am reminded of the prison cage-like railing on the balcony......

The little girl on the railing, the back of her head was hit on the railing, and her body looked like she was half-leaning weakly, and her hands were holding the railing backwards to support her body, which ...... Isn't this who I am now?

The world was quiet again, as quiet as death, as if the woman had never appeared, and I couldn't struggle, the back of my head must have bled out! Why is the shape on the railing exactly the same as I am at the moment? I was like a flake of iron, glued to the railing alone, a pattern......

Trying to raise the heavy hand, touch it, and sure enough! It's all blood!

I tried to stand up, but I was all weak, my legs were weak, and I could only call for help at the nurse's desk at the end of the corridor, calling the nurse over and over again, but she slept so hard that she couldn't wake up! If my voice is relatively weak, then the middle-aged woman's voice just now is deafening, why can't I wake up the nurse who is sleeping on her stomach?

Suddenly a terrible thought came to me: Could the nurse be dead? Or just a dummy?

No way! I must check it out!

I staggered step by step towards the nurse's table, not daring to look back, because there must be blood stains all the way on the road I walked, and this long corridor must be like a gloomy road to hell, but I didn't care so much, I didn't even want to go back to my room to get my phone for help, but stubbornly went to the nurse's table! Because I wanted to know why the nurse was sleeping on her stomach all the time, and why she didn't get woken up! Her face was buried deep in it, and I had to see it with my own eyes, but I had a vague feeling that I would regret it......

I saw that cute little fish again, two moles on the back of her neck one big and one small were just on the side of the small fish's mouth, just forming the appearance of the small fish spitting blisters, as long as her neck moved slightly, she couldn't form such a picture, it was ingenious and cute.

"Nurse! I'm hurt! I leaned close to her ear and whispered, but she didn't react at all.

I had to step back from her shoulder, and suddenly my bloody palm prints were left on her pink nurse's uniform......

Finally there is a response! It's a living person! I touched her for a while and finally got a reaction!

She made a sound of impatience, twisted her neck, and struggled to her feet reluctantly.

And I kept looking at the little fish, and suddenly felt that it was a pity, as her body twisted, the little fish hairpin left the place just now, and also left the two moles on the neck, and the picture that was so ingenious just now was disrupted.

"What a noise! Yours in that room? "Before she could look up, she complained all the time, and it seemed that I had disturbed her good dreams.

But...... The moment she looked up, I almost didn't sit on the ground!

If you think about it, there are too many doubts, and I can't get it right, it seems that my life is written by a very bad screenwriter, full of loopholes, but I am not making a movie after all, such loopholes are placed in life, how weird and terrifying it is...... (To be continued.) )