The rat ran back into the hole, but the shadow it had caused me was still there, like the bite marks, and it could not be erased.

Damn it! I'm stuck here and can't get out, and even the rats are going to trouble me? What should I do, do I have to keep reaching out and digging holes? Looking at the little hole, I felt as if I saw a bloody mouth of the mouse, and if I put my hand into it again, I might be bitten by it again. But did I just give up? Without that door key, I'm going to be trapped here?

I still didn't have the courage to put my hand in again, so I rushed back to the door of the ward, raised my foot and kicked it hard! But I didn't seem to have any strength at all, and the kick on the door only felt soft. This kind of strength, let alone kicking the door open, is difficult to kick a crack in the door.

After a few kicks, I gave up. I leaned on the door, banged on my hand, and shouted, "No, is there anyone here?" Anyone? Let me out! "However, there was no response from the outside, and the hospital seemed to be a long-abandoned hospital, and there seemed to be no living creature other than me and the mouse.

What the hell is this place? Why not a single one? Why am I here again?

I was tired and sat limply on the floor, gasping for air.

No one will come to save me, and even if someone does, they may not come to save me, but to harm me!

The thought of this made my cold hairs stand on end. This must be a conspiracy! I'm not sick, but I've been thrown here and want to kill me! Could it be that this is an insane asylum?

The thought of the word "madhouse" makes me nervous. I thought about the bottle of diazepam again, which is a sleeping pill, which is generally not given to ordinary patients, and only those who sleep abnormally need this medicine. Maybe there's a sedative or something like that, right? yes, I'm going to look again.

Sure enough, I quickly found a sedative in the room, as well as some medicines that were only marked in English, and although I couldn't read the names of the medicines, I could see the words "MENTAL" and "BRAIN" written on the bottles. That's right, these are drugs for the treatment of the nerves and the brain, and even if it is not a specialized psychiatric hospital, it is also related to the treatment of these conditions, such as psychiatry.

How did I end up here? Do I have ······?

The thought of that word makes my head hurt. No way, my mind is clear that there is nothing wrong with what I am doing. I'm not a patient at all, they must be mistaken. I just have amnesia, that's all. I can't remember my name, and I've lost all memories of my past, but there's nothing wrong with my IQ!

I breathe a sigh of relief at the thought of this, but it still doesn't solve anything.

Now the priority is that I must get out of here first, but the door is closed, how do I get out? Do I have to take the key out of the rat hole, as the note in the can says? What about that note? Who would put such a message in it? It seemed to be a drifting bottle or something, and it seemed to have been placed in advance by one of the patients here, and was going to tell the other patients how to find the key and finally get out of here. Should I believe the words in the note? Is this a genuine help, or is it a pre-designed trap? Is the hole mentioned in the note really just that rat hole, can't it be another hole?

There were so many thoughts in my head at once, that my head hurt a little.

In the end, though, I decided I had to try again, and I'll just trust the guy who left the note in the can. That's right, I received a drifting bottle, but I'm at sea now, what else can I do but trust the tips in the drifting bottle? Could it be that you are waiting here until you die?

So, I searched the whole room again, and I moved the three beds open, every corner, every suspicious place, as if I was a super dutiful cleaner, cleaning this dilapidated ward. In order to escape for my life, I even reached into the blood and touched it, but in the end, I found nothing.

There was no other hole in the room, except for the small hole that the rat had just burrowed into.

I came to the hole again, and I lifted my hand to look at the back of my bitten hand, wondering if I should take another risk.

Forget it, at most, it's better to be bitten by a rat again than to wait here to die.

So, I gritted my teeth, crouched down, and mustered up the courage to put my bitten right hand in again. Anyway, this hand has already been bitten once, and if it is bitten again, what can it be?

My hands groped in the hole for a long time, and this time, no rats attacked me again, but I could touch nothing but rubble and dust. My heart was cold, this was my last chance to get out of here, what should I do if I couldn't find the key? Is it possible to jump out of that window?

I looked desperately at the window, and a gust of wind blew, and the broken window creaked unpleasantly. I still don't have the courage to jump out. I have amnesia, but at least I haven't become a fool. I know very well: without knowing how tall this building is, jumping out like this is tantamount to suicide!

At this moment, suddenly, I touched a cold thing, but before that, I had already touched a piece, but I didn't touch anything, what the hell is this? I grabbed the thing, it was shaped like a key. There was a burst of ecstasy in my heart, and it was so good that I had finally found the key to the house!

I took out the thing, held it in my hand and looked at it, and the heart that was beating wildly just now was about to jump down all of a sudden.

That's right, that's the key, a key! I finally found it!

I stood up and strode towards the door. When I got to the door, I inserted the key in, and it was so good, it fits perfectly, and this is the key to open the door. The key turns around and the door opens!

Thank God! I really wanted to kiss the key, but I held back, maybe the key was hiding in that hole, and it had been kissed countless times by the mouse, right? As soon as I shook my hand, I threw the key out. This thing, for me, is useless.

Now, I've left that room. I turned around and looked at the open door. Strangely, there is no number on the door of this ward, what is the number of wards? The management of this hospital is too non-standardized, right?

I turned my head and looked to both sides. Outside, there was a long aisle, and at the end of the aisle was pitch black. When I looked up again, I saw a dim light that could only reach a few meters around, but could do nothing about the pitch darkness. There are wards on both sides of this aisle, but strangely enough, each ward is not labeled with a number, this is really a strange hospital. It's more like an apartment building than a hospital, and the long narrow aisles and rooms with the doors always remind me of scenes from some horror movies.

The thought of this makes me feel very uncomfortable. I was the only one in the hallway, and it was empty, except for the place where I was standing, and it was pitch black at the end of both sides. But I have to get out of here, maybe I should go downstairs.

I stood outside the door, not knowing whether I should go left or right, and there was no direction on the wall to go down. Looking at the dizzying paleness of the wall, I began to feel a little dazed.

Let's go to the right, I finally made a decision based on my feelings.

So, I walked to the right, and then I realized that there was something strange under my feet. I looked down and saw my bare feet on the wooden floor, which was creaking and crunching. The hallways of this hospital are also paved with wooden floors instead of brick and stone floors? Moreover, this wooden floor is not the kind of thick wood paved, but it is paved with that thin, as if it is about to fall apart, stepping on it, I seem to be walking on a single-plank bridge, this feeling makes me feel a little scary, for fear that if I am not careful, this plank will crack, I will not fall.

Suddenly, the only electric light in the hallway went out without warning! The corridor was suddenly dark. I stopped, in a panic.

Darkness, like a thick fog, was coming at me. I felt nervous in the midst of this darkness. I began to regret why I had come out of the room so quickly, and I regretted why I had to go to the right, maybe if I had gone to the left, I would have found the stairs to go down, right?

I have no choice but to stretch out my hand and grope in the darkness like a blind man. In the silence, I heard my own breathing sound getting thicker and thicker.

At this time, suddenly, the top of the front lit up. I looked up, and saw that the light above me was on, but it was not always on, but flickering, flickering, and the light shone on my face.

I was startled when suddenly, I felt as if something was moving under my feet. I was startled, and I screamed in fright.

A rat scurried past my feet and burrowed into the darkness behind me.

I was scared by a rat again! I clutched my heart and gasped. This is the second time I've been frightened by a rat today, maybe this rat is the one that bit my hand just now?

I turned my head, and through the flickering light, I saw that on my right-hand side, on the wall in the upper corner of the diagonal corner, there were two big red characters - "3F"!

3rd floor, here is the 3rd floor?

Fortunately, I didn't jump out of the window of the ward just now, jumping from the third floor, and if not dead, I would be half-crippled. Well, as long as I go down the stairs, I can go down to the 2nd floor and then all the way to the 1st floor and get out of this hellish place!

I suddenly gained courage and took two more steps forward.

Suddenly, I stopped.

My gaze stopped, and I stopped on a white wall.

The flickering light shone on my face, in my pupils, and on the words on the white wall.

In this gloomy and dark corridor, these red words are so eye-catching and dazzling······