The thing rolled closer and closer, and at last, it came to a halt not far from my feet.

When I looked closer, it was just a small vial, except that the white vial had turned red as it rolled across the blood-stained floor.

I reached out and picked up the vial. The medicine bottle had been stained red with blood, and the handwriting on it was a little illegible, but I still vaguely saw two eye-catching words - stability.

Is this Valium? Sleeping pill? I held this diazepam vial and couldn't say a word for a long time. Oh, and of course, I don't need to speak. Who else is here but me? Who can I talk to?

I don't know whose medicine it is, maybe it's mine, right? However, this sleeping pill is used to treat insomnia, and if you eat too much, it can kill you. How could there be such a medicine in this ward? Does anyone here have insomnia?

However, this bottle of Valium could not tell me: who am I and what disease am I having? I also don't believe that my body will be so bad, I will have insomnia, and I still need to rely on Valium? Another thing, when I think about those guys who swallowed sleeping pills to commit suicide, I feel an inexplicable fear. It was as if what I was holding in my hand was not Valium, but a bottle of poison.

So, I threw the bottle of sleeping pills away. The bottle rolled on the floor a few more times, and finally hit the corner of the wall, and it didn't move. And in the corner of the wall, it is the white wall with the words "036" scribbled on it, these three eye-catching words are like red paint sprayed on, but in fact, it is stained with blood and written on it, it seems to be reminding something, and it seems to be warning something!

I stood up and walked to the end of the bed, and this time, I didn't let myself fall again.

Cards, bed cards! I need to see my bed card!

This time, however, I was utterly disappointed.

At the end of the bed, there is no hospital bed card, nothing!

How is this possible? Aren't all hospitals going to put a bed card on the back of a bed? Did you lose it?

So, I crouched down and looked for it under the bed. This time, I didn't care about getting dirty, and the blood-stained hands touched the floor.

However, after searching for a long time, I found nothing but a few empty cans and empty medicine bottles under the hospital bed.

Who ripped off the bed card? I stood up, gasping for air. I even suspect that someone deliberately did not let me know who he was, so he took away the bed card with the patient's name and illness. But why did he do that?

My biggest distress and confusion now is that I don't know who I really are. I felt like I was stuck in a labyrinth, and in order to get out of here, I had to understand where I was. But I can't even remember who I am, what my name is, and why I'm here.

I looked around, and the only exit from here was the door to the hospital room except for the window. The door closed coldly, as if to mock me: you don't want to get out of here!

No, I'm going out, I'm going to get out of here! A hot current began to surge in my heart, and a strong urge was pounding against my heart, all the way to my throat and nostrils.

I don't want to stay in this place for a minute! I'm getting out of here, I'm not sick, it must be a mistake!

I strode towards the gate, the urge to flee drove me to get out of here at once!

However, the door seemed to be locked from the outside, and the doorknob was turned for a long time, but the door just couldn't be opened.

Damn it! Let me out! I almost wanted to scream! But a terrible thought came to me again. No, I can't call! If I scream like that, who will be outside? Could it be a bunch of bad guys?

I turned around, leaned against the door, and looked horrified at this room, this ward.

Why is this place so weird, and what's going on with all this blood stain all over the ground? Could it be that there have ever been people dead here?

Suddenly, this image popped up in my mind: a chainsaw, a guy with a chainsaw, pushed open the door of the ward, picked up the chainsaw, and sawed down on the patient on the bed! In an instant, blood gushed and filled the entire room!

Yes! I clutched my chest and my heart was beating fast!

Could it be that there have been homicides here? Oh, if there really is a murderer hiding in this hospital, will I be his next target?

Although I soon realized that this idea was ridiculous, I couldn't understand why I was in such a horrible hospital. However, the door to the ward is locked, how can I get out?

I walked quickly to the window and pushed open the window, which was actually half shattered, and it was pitch black outside. I looked up, but I couldn't see the moon at all, not even the stars, not the clouds. It was pitch black, and I didn't know what floor I was on, and if I jumped from here, I would definitely fall to pieces.

I can't get out of the door, I can't jump out of the window, am I going to be trapped here?

I felt a little tired, so I simply sat down, only to realize that my bare feet were already stained red with blood. Not only the feet, but also the hands and even the clothes seem to be painted with red paint. Here, I don't seem to be a patient, but a prisoner!

Prisoner? Is it possible that someone is going to lock me up here and not let me out?

No, I'm still going to escape, I have to find out, I have to know who I am and why I'm here!

Thinking of this, I calmed down.

The door was locked, but as long as I could find the lock to open the door, I should be able to get out. Key? yes, is there a key to open the door in this room?

I looked at the room again, and apart from the three beds and the air conditioner, the cans and medicines scattered all over the place were the only items here, could I find the key from here? I started to despair and simply closed my eyes.

How I wish I was dreaming? I closed my eyes and listened to the dull sound of the air conditioner, hoping that someone would suddenly open the door and let me out. However, as the minutes ticked by, the man who came to save me did not appear, and no miracle happened.

I opened my eyes and nothing had changed.

Ay! I sighed, reached out, and picked up a can from the ground.

There should be a little bit of beer here, right? I suddenly felt a little thirsty, and subconsciously licked my lips, and then, holding the can in front of me, I looked into it.

There was no beer coming out of it, and the beer was actually drunk, which must be an alcoholic! What the hell is going on in this hospital, allowing patients to drink alcohol in the ward, this management is really chaotic!

However, this did not seem to be the time to criticize the management of the hospital, and I still felt parched, so I took another can. However, this jar is still like this, there is not a drop of liquid, as if it has been sucked dry from the inside out.

Damn, am I going to die of thirst here?

I almost despaired, but my hands were still uncontrollably flipping the cans on the floor. These cans were like my last straw, and if I could find a few drops of water in them, I could survive this terrible night.

One after another, finally, when I touched the ninth, maybe ninth, maybe tenth, I felt a little strange. There was no water coming out of the can, but there seemed to be something making a slight noise inside.

What is this? I was stunned and shook it vigorously twice.

Suddenly, there was a click, and something fell out of the opening of the can.

I picked it up right away, and it turned out to be a crumpled ball of paper.

What's going on? There's a paper ball stuffed inside the can? I was stunned, but soon, I unfolded the paperball, but at this look, my blood suddenly froze.

On the paper ball, on the white paper, there were red words, probably bloodstains, and a few words were written.

"The key fell into the hole!"

What the? Key? In the hole?

I didn't react at once, and after a while, I suddenly understood.

Key? Maybe it's the key to this door, in a hole? The keys, great, I can finally find the keys!

However, when I thought about it, I felt a little incredible.

How is this possible? I was trying to find the key to open the door, and I found such a paper ball in the can? So amazing? It can't be someone deliberately playing tricks on me, right? Or maybe it's just a child's prank? How is this possible?

However, when I thought about it, this was also an opportunity. Maybe someone will hide the key in a hole. If I can find that key, won't I be able to get out? Well, maybe I can give it a try.

But where is the hole? Where will there be a hole here?

I glanced around the room, but there wasn't any hole in it.

A hole, how big a hole? Could it be just a small hole, the same as a rat hole? Well, I'd better look carefully.

So, by the dim light, I searched the room. Although this ward is a little dilapidated, the walls are all in good condition, and there are no holes.

Finally, I walked to the side of the bed where I was lying and I stopped.

I suddenly noticed something weird, yes, it's a little weird to look at this hospital bed. But what's weird?

I turned my head and looked at the two beds next to me, both of which were sitting quietly.

No, the three beds don't seem to be in a neat position! The beds on both sides were some distance from the wall, but the bed in the middle was close to the wall.

I looked up and saw the striking red "036" handwriting above the head of the bed. These three Arabic numerals, as if they were giving me a hint, felt very harsh.

I couldn't bother to read anymore because another thought came to my head.

The bed in the middle is so tight against the wall, should I push it out of the way? Just like the two beds next to it?

So, I said just do it, and I pushed the bed out with all my might. Soon, I found out that there was really a small hole in the place where the bed was in contact with the wall!

Yes! That's great! I got excited, crouched down, reached out and reached into the little hole.

But then, suddenly, my hand was stung hard by something. I was startled and subconsciously pulled my hand back. At this time, a mouse actually came out of the hole!

Mouse? I stared at the rat that had bitten me, and then at the bite marks on my own hand.

Bastard, how dare you bite me? I wanted to give the damn rat a knife, but I don't have any weapons in my hands.

The rat looked around, squeaked twice, and then turned around and ran into the hole, and I had no chance of revenge, but watched as the little scoundrel who had attacked me ran away from me······