Yes! I finally called out, but at the same moment, the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

The blinding light shone on my face, and I couldn't even open my eyes. I had to cover my face with my hands, but my heart was pounding.

Calm down, how are you acting like a woman, what's there to fuss about, isn't that just a finger? I comforted myself. At the very least, I just picked up a finger, not a dead body.

Suddenly, however, I screamed again.

Right in front of me, there was a corpse! It was a skeleton, to be exact! It was looking at me with its big holes in its eyes and two rows of teeth, as if it were looking at me with mockery and disdain!

Oh my God, what the hell is this place! Could it be that this is a cemetery? Finger? Skeleton? Oh, my God!

I was so frightened that I stepped back and leaned against a wall, but when my hands were on the wall, it felt a little slimy.

I turned my head and looked again, and I was even more stunned.

The wall behind me was stained red with blood, and just now, my hands were glued to this bloody wall!

What's really going on here? I was stunned and didn't dare to move for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound behind me, and I immediately turned my head, only to see that the skeleton had fallen to the ground for some reason.

My eyes widened, and only then did I see clearly that the skeleton was supported from behind by an iron rod, perhaps because it had been stressed for too long, and the iron rod actually broke and the skeleton fell off. At this time, I suddenly understood that this was not a real skeleton, but a man-made skeleton model, which was only made of plaster.

I looked around again, and the room turned out to be a laboratory.

On the table, there are microscopes, test tubes, and other experimental tools, and there are various glass containers in the room, which must be for specimens.

I ended up in the lab? I looked up again, and was surprised to see that there was not a single crack in the ceiling, and I could not have fallen from it. Strange, how did I get into this room?

My gaze fell on the ground again, and the severed finger that I had thrown away was still lying quietly on the ground, and the light hit it, reflecting a dazzling golden light.

Suddenly, I thought of something, so I stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the severed finger from the ground.

Of course, I don't want the broken finger, but the ring on the finger.

Just now, the moment I threw out the severed finger, I seemed to see a few words engraved on the ring, which were English letters. But because I was so frightened just now, I didn't see it clearly, so I threw my severed finger out. Now, I calmed down and took a closer look. But this time, I was shocked again.

On that golden ring, five English letters are engraved, "MARRY"!

MARRY?

The back of the blonde woman came to my mind again, her back to me, slowly reaching out her right hand, and on her slender finger, she wore the golden ring.

Yes! My heart began to beat violently again, almost jumping out of my throat.

Mary? This is Mary's ring? So, Mary's finger was chopped off? Could it be that she has already been killed?

Suddenly, my heart became desolate, and a feeling of sadness came over me.

Why, why am I so sad? Did I know this woman named Mary before? Was she really killed?

However, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't remember what used to be. But I'm sure that this blonde woman named Mary must have known me, otherwise I wouldn't have felt so strongly.

This Mary must have been killed, and even if she hadn't died, her fingers had been brutally cut off. But why didn't the murderer take the ring with him? I looked at the ring, and I couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, I'll take this ring with me first.

So, I picked up the severed finger that I had discarded, and of course the ring on it. I didn't intend to throw the severed finger away, and though it was of little use to me, or to its former owner, Mary, I kept the bloody thing. But when I looked closely at the severed finger, I found that there was no blood on the severed finger! This means that the finger has been amputated for some time and the blood has dried up.

Who would be so cruel? Is Mary still alive?

It seems that no one can answer these questions for me, and I have to find the answers myself. Maybe I'll know where I came from. If Mary knew me, she would have been able to tell me: who am I and what is my name?

I carefully put the severed finger, the ring, into the pocket of my coat, and this time, I finally saw that I was wearing a blue and white hospital gown. I didn't dare to put it on the chest of my shirt and one pocket on each side of my pants, so I put the ring in the right pocket of my pants.

Am I wearing a hospital gown? This kind of hospital gown seems to be a bit special, and it doesn't look like the clothes that patients in ordinary hospitals should wear, right? The more you look at it, the more it looks like it's worn by patients in a mental hospital. Is this really a mental hospital? Am I mentally ill?

The thought of this makes me angry.

No, how could I be sick? This must be a mistake! Even if I'm sick, it's not like that! Why did they send me here, there must be some conspiracy in this!

I began to imagine it. Maybe it's because I'm a rich man, or the heir of a rich family, and someone deliberately sent me here as a mental patient in order to get my money. Perhaps, I offended an enemy who colluded with this mental hospital and imprisoned me, intending to torture me to death.

That Mary, maybe she was also persecuted. It must be, she must be beautiful, someone must be jealous of her, threw her here, and then cruelly cut off her fingers, it must be so! The other party was not for money, so he didn't even want the ring, and he definitely didn't dare to take the ring, because the ring had Mary's name written on it, and once it was discovered, others would definitely suspect that he had killed Mary. Yes, it must be!

I have to admire my imagination, maybe, my previous profession was a detective, or a police officer? Of course, maybe I'm a writer of detective novels, right?

I'm pretty sure of one thing, though, Mary must be locked up here, just like me. Otherwise, her severed finger and ring would not have appeared in this lab. But is she dead or alive now? It seems that the former is a little more likely.

Well, it seems that I'd better look in this lab first, maybe I'll find this Mary's body by accident? Although the search for a corpse sounded a little scary, I felt that I had to take on the role of detective. I don't want to be the next victim, I want to escape from here and avoid the same tragedy as Mary, so I have no choice.

So, I mustered up the courage to search the laboratory with Mary's severed finger and ring in my trouser pocket.

The lights in the lab are bright, and I can see very clearly what is going on. The equipment on the table didn't have anything to keep me interested in, and I slowly walked inside. However, the further I went, the creepi I felt.

It turned out that in those glass containers in this laboratory, there were all kinds of human organ specimens, and those internal organs and limbs were soaked in green formalin solution, and I seemed to be able to smell the pungent smell. Whose are these things, can't they be Mary's too? The scene in the movie depicts the murderer brutally ** the victim's body after killing someone, as if it had happened in this laboratory before.

I suddenly felt sick as the smell grew stronger, but it didn't seem to come from the glassware, but from somewhere else.

I covered my nose and walked over there. I didn't want to do that, but my feet didn't seem to listen to me.

When I got closer, I was stunned.

The place looked like a kitchen, on a white plastic cutting board, there was a pile of half-red and half-black lumps of meat, as if it had been chopped with a knife, and on top of the meat, there were many flies circling around the meat, making a buzzing sound.

I looked to the right of the cutting board, and it was a large cauldron, which was still on a low fire, and it seemed that something was boiling in it. The smell was coming out of the pot, and it was very unpleasant. I stepped forward and looked into the pot, and there was an animal entrail stewed in it, and it was still bubbling.

Wow, I can't take it anymore and there's a spurting power from my stomach. I'm going to vomit! I turned my head and saw a trash can on the ground on the other side, so I rushed up and threw up.

Yellow, white, and even black things vomited out. I bent over, pressed against my chest, and gasped for air. It took me a while to recover. That's when I realized that my mouth was dry, as if I hadn't drunk water for days.

Water, where is the water? I looked up and saw the faucet on the sink, so I rushed up and turned it on.

The water slowly flowed out, and I was about to reach out and take the water to drink, but halfway through it, I stopped!

What flowed out of that faucet was not clear water, but yellow muddy water! However, after a while, the muddy water stopped flowing.

What's going on? Is this pipe broken? I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously went to spin the faucet again, but this guy still stopped working.

I put my head under the faucet to see what was going on, but just then, the water pipe made a sound like an old family member coughing. I was startled and quickly looked away.

Suddenly, the water flowed out again, but this time, it turned out to be crimson blood! The blood quickly filled the sink, and it looked like crimson wine, but the stench it emitted told me: it's blood!

The more terrible thing was still to come, and the faucet suddenly shuddered again. Then, something fell out of it. I screamed when I saw it.

What fell out of the faucet turned out to be a flattened internal organ, as if it were a pig's loin.

Then, another thing fell, and another thing fell. Those are the internal organs, the heart, the liver, and the gall bladder. These bloody things floated in the sink like this, spinning back and forth, round and round······