"That's not a good idea."

"As you heard, I'll be done tomorrow as soon as the report is handed in. I didn't kill anyone, I was killed, I can't just die, I want to catch that ghost and clear my name. I said, and the tears of grievance finally rolled out of my eyes uncontrollably.

Yoko raised her hand to wipe my tears, hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to me and whispered in my ear for a while.

The information she provided gave me a glimmer of light in the darkness, and I took her words to heart, hugged her gratefully, and returned to my room.

Thinking about what to do, I lay on the bed tossing and turning, and my whole body was in a state of extreme tension.

The lights went out at nine o'clock, and I waited three hours for the door to be unlocked from the outside.

I bounced out of bed and stared at the slowly opening door with wide eyes: the faint hallway light first came through the doorway, and then the long-awaited Yoko, who poked her little head in and winked at me, beckoning me to hurry up.

I hurriedly got out of bed and got out of the room.

The corridor was quiet, the guards on duty had only patrolled half an hour ago, and the next time would be an hour later.

"I can only help you this far, I wish you success!" Yoko reluctantly gave me a hug and said goodbye to me.

"Thank you!" I can't thank you enough.

"Let's go, be careful." Yoko retreated to her room, thinking of something before closing the door. "What if...... If you don't escape, you can't give me out. ”

I raised my swear gesture at her and nodded.

She closed the door with peace of mind, and a wire snapped the outside bolt through the crack in the door—and only her room door had a problem, and she was clever enough to spot it and make good use of it.

I scrambled down the hallway to the top of the stairs, and wandering ghosts ghostly focused on me, as if waiting for a good show.

I avoided their gaze and ran to the end of the hallway, peering through the small glass window in the door, there was a security room on each floor at the top of the staircase, which was empty at this time, and the security guard went to patrol the sick area on the other side.

I cautiously opened the door and went out, not daring to slip into the hallway without a trace, and walked quickly and vigilantly downstairs.

I made it to the basement, which was even darker and more eerie at midnight, where the tortured and dying of the sick of different periods gathered as if they were having a horrible, chilling to the bone, with gusting winds, sobbing and screaming and roaring, like purgatory.

My presence caught their attention, they were not as friendly as the ghosts upstairs, and several fierce faces approached me, baring their teeth at me, eager to tear me to shreds.

I tried to ignore them, chanting the sutra in my mind to protect my body, and walked briskly around the confinement area and turned the other end of the aisle.

A little further on, a long towing lane appeared on the ground, resembling a pulley track, with a large cart on top of it, which contained the dirty hospital gowns that the patients had changed out of the day, and the machines in the laundry room were still running, and the low sound of washing was like the devil snoring.

I swallowed, walked around the cart, and continued along the tracks.

The lights were on in the laundry room, casting the shadows of a man and a woman intertwined.

The woman's panting sound, mixed with the roaring sound of the machine, looked very strange.

My cat leaned down, carefully hidden itself under the glass window, and peeked in as I approached the half-hidden closet door, which was usually a mild patient who was in charge of laundry and drying, but tonight it was a young and plump female patient, and there should be another patient with her, but at this time I don't know where to go.

The female patient was lying on the dressing table undressed, and the old caretaker was eating like a hungry beast...

I shyly withdrew my gaze and ran quickly as they were immersed in the cat, approaching the iron gate at the end of the track.