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As soon as my hand shook, the diary was dropped on the white sheets.

It's scary.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

I could only comfort myself in this way, and then I reached out again and picked up the diary, and turned the second page with my uneasy emotions.

Fortunately, there is no visual impact on this page, some are just dense small print, take a closer look, the date and date are marked above each small word, and the weather conditions, it seems that this should be a diary.

But the strange thing is that this diary is not written in ink like ordinary people.

Every word, obviously, was printed.

I closed my eyes and plucked up the courage to start.

[——On December 1st, the weather was fine.

The food in the hospital is starting to get a little monotonous, it's all frequent meat, and I don't know what they think.

- December 9, light rain.

Those people started to get restless, not knowing if it was the weather or something else. I really don't know if they will all get out of control one day.

- December 11, cloudy.

Today Connie came to me, and she invited me to join their program.

Damn it. I always thought she wouldn't do that, always.

- December 22, thundershowers.

They are out of control!! It's all out of control!! It's all "them"! Connie told me she could get me out. Damn, I'm not going to be with her!

- December 30, heavy rain.

Now I can only hide in this dark ghost place, looking at the clouds outside the window every day, I am really depressed, afraid that I will be discovered by them or found by "them...... I'm leaving! I'm going to get out of here!!

- January 7......

All hope has been lost, and only this diary is left with me. I thought I could only use it to write about daily chores, but I didn't expect it to turn into a suicide note!! They're about to break in, if you see it, please @&**%^......@......]

There were no words at the end, and instead there were several lines of irregular gibberish, which made me tremble.

I flipped through the journal again, and at the end I saw a slightly rusty key.

Key?

I picked it up and put it in my pocket and put the journal back in its original place.

It seems that this key should be the key.

I looked at the sheets and couldn't help but frown, thinking of a very serious problem.

If this is printed, there should be computers and printers here, but this room ...... Apparently not.

I was wondering when I heard a bell ring outside the door.

[Bell - bell - bell - bell ——]

Over and over again, long with lingering sounds, wave after wave.

It's like a life-threatening symphony from hell, and it's terrifying to hear.

Is this a node that represents a certain amount of time, or is it a message?

I knew I couldn't stay here, so I rummaged around, but found nothing.

Walking out of the room, the hallway looked the same as it had been before, but I felt that something had changed.

Where is it......

With a frown, my gaze rested on the wall.

On the originally relatively clean wall, at some point, there were messy crayon scratches.

Just...... Has anyone been here?!

The scratch led from here to the end of the hallway, where you could see a corner.

I walked towards the end, but I stumbled upon a room with an open door.

There seemed to be something unusual in there.