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Now I have two paths, one leading down the mountain and one back to the psychiatric hospital. The all-text and ad-free novels are all in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info and if you walk along the ramp, you will enter the darkness that seems to float in the endless mist, the world outside the mental hospital, the earth and the sky are eerily still. Think of the two blue fires floating on the clock tower, they were a sign of the ritual, and I couldn't get out of the asylum until it was lit.

A conjecture of the image came to my mind, and the world of this dream was expanding. The ritual is providing it with power, and when the ritual is complete, perhaps the entire town will come to life.

According to this idea, it is useless to go down the mountain now. The darkness that seems to be hidden by the fog may be the unfinished proof.

What's more, if Marceau is still alive, it is likely that she is still waiting for me in a mental hospital, and I must go and save her.

I made up my mind to go back, so I pushed the big iron door of the courtyard with all my might, but there was no lock on the iron door, but it was the same as the doors and windows of the mental hospital before. But this is not difficult for me, and I don't even need to rely on the power of quarks, although I am an honor student, but I have to do a lot of things to do over the wall. I took a few steps back, ran up to the iron gate, and flipped over.

The courtyard in front of this red brick building is at least as open as a football field, and a main cement road leads directly to the entrance of the red brick building, which is flanked by cobblestone roads that divide into patches of flower beds and lawns, with rockeries and pavilions on several lawns. One can imagine what a casual and elegant health resort it would have been on those sunny days ten years ago. Aside from the square, oppressive red brick building, it's almost impossible to see that a dangerously insane psychopath was once housed.

Now the sky was overcast, branded with thunder, and the shadows were like ominous wings obscuring the vision, and the trees and flowers ravaged by the storm stood still, maintaining their devastated posture, as if a strong and cold will would make them suffer and suffer forever.

I couldn't bear to think about it anymore and walked along the main road, just like the previous two times, without seeing anyone else. In this weird and quiet world, it's really heart-wrenching to be the only one still active.

"Marceau" I let go of my voice and shouted, but there was no response, and the voice was quickly swallowed up by dead silence.

When I opened the arched door of the red brick building, it was the same church-like hall that I had been here before, the statue of the Virgin Mary was still draped in veil, and the red candles were burning as before, as they had been when I first came here. I walked in, and the door suddenly seemed to be pushed hard by someone and slammed shut.

At this moment, the scene outside the window came alive, and the storm beat against the window, lifting the veil of the statue and blowing out the candle. Later, the glass window that opened closed on its own. Now, neither doors nor windows, I can leave them open.

The hall was plunged into darkness, occasionally lit up by the glow of lightning.

I summoned the quark, turned it into a dagger in my hand, and walked through the entrance to the left of the statue into the interior of the asylum.

As expected, the fluorescent lamps overhead burst into electric sparks, which soon broke down, and the hallway became dimly lit.

Following the route of the previous two times, I passed through room 1o7, where the bug monster was released, the notches and graffiti on the door did not change, and when I opened the door and looked inside, there were still spiral crayon drawings left by the mysterious girl on the ground. The only difference is that when you look out from the inside, the scenery that used to be like a still life painting has come to life.

The rain flowed on the glass, the leaves were muddy under the roots, and the branches and leaves swayed with the wind as if they would break at any moment.

These windows are also not openable.

The more I was convinced of my own speculation, the more this dream world came to life.

"Hey, we're meeting again." The familiar childish voice came from behind me, unusually clear in the quiet atmosphere.

I was startled and turned around to see the mysterious girl standing in the doorway. Unlike the previous times I had seen her, she was dressed in a gown-like hospital gown, with a long brown drape scattered over her shoulders that obscured most of her face, but she was still recognizable from her posture and voice, that she was the girl.

She carried the ears of a giant rabbit puppet in her hand, and the rabbit puppet, which was almost as big as hers, dragged to the ground like a corpse. The part of the rabbit's lips was sewn together with dense threads, outlining a cheerful smile, but one of the button-like eyes was loosened and hung in the air by the needle and thread, as if it had been brutally dug out. The flannel of its fat body was no longer discernible in its original color, as if it had just been fished out of a sewer or garbage heap, and it was wet and mottled with red and black everywhere, and it looked unusually dirty.

However, the girl didn't care at all.

I remember very well that before I came in, there was no one in the hallway. When was she standing behind me? And where did it come from?

I've always felt like she's guiding me to something, and whenever I try to track her down, strange things happen to me, like finding a room where a monster is hidden, or meeting someone else.

I have a lot of things I want to ask her.

"Hello, it's so late, what are you doing here?" I said softly, trying to show my kindness.

"Hide and seek." She stood outside the door, looked at me and replied.

"Hide and seek?" I was full of doubts, "With whom?" ”

"A big bad guy who messes with me and makes a mess of my room." The girl said crisply, as if she was not as scared of life as she had been the first few times they met.

"You're going to catch him?" I asked tentatively.

"No, he's going to catch me, but he can't catch me." The girl said proudly: "I'm going to sue the others and teach him a hard lesson"

"Someone else? Is there anyone else here? "I've finally caught the keyword.

"Didn't you meet it?" She stared at me with suspicion.

I want to say no, but I think of Marceau, is she referring to Marceau?

"Have you ever seen this woman?" I described Marceau's appearance, "Her name is Marceau, and she is in this mental hospital like me, but she is not a patient. ”

"I know her." The girl's cunning was like honey: "But I won't tell you." ”

With that, she immediately dragged the rabbit puppet and ran away. I shouted "Wait" and chased after me, but as soon as I took a step, the door slammed shut. Darkness fell suddenly, and I couldn't see anything in front of me, so I had to stop. When a flash of thunder flashed, and everything in the room lit up, I saw the location of the door lock, and was about to go up to open it, but I vaguely felt that someone was staring behind me.

I reflexively turned my head away, only to see a man's face visibly clear on the window pane. It wasn't my face, the deep features, the emaciated cheeks, the pale complexion, all revealing a tormented sickness.

"Who are you?" I asked out loud.

The man's face didn't answer, he just stared at me blankly, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, making me almost suspect that it was my own hallucination.

I hurried forward to find out what was going on, but the glass was still the glass, and the scene outside the window was the same, and there was no evidence that anyone had ever visited. I thought back to the man's face, and it felt familiar, I must have seen him somewhere.

I couldn't figure it out, so I had to open the door and go out. The girl didn't know where to go, so I had to go to the operating room where I had met Marceau. Along the way, I observed the doors of the rooms, trying to find clues similar to those in Room 1o7, and sometimes trying to open the door, as the notches and graffiti were not necessarily outside the door, such as the one in Room 113 on the wall.

I also thought that I might be able to release the monster by doing this, but the first two encounters proved that as long as you don't enter the room, see something wrong, and close the door in time, you might be able to avoid that situation. In any case, this is also an attempt.

If the release of the monsters means the continuation of the rituals of the year, then I need to figure out how many monsters there are.

I definitely don't think that I and Marceau are sacrifices, but the guidance of the girl, and the existence of the two of us, must have something to do with the sacrifice.

As I approached the operating room, I heard a woman's sobs, coming from the operating room.

"Marceau?" I cried out, "I'm Crow." ”

The woman's sobs suddenly stopped, and the operating room fell silent. I shouted a few more times and didn't answer. Sensing that something was wrong, I tiptoed close to the closed door of the operating room, leaning against the glass and looking in. The bleak shadowless lamp was turned on, and there seemed to be a person lying on the bloodstained operating table, with his back to me, and he couldn't see his face clearly, because he was covered with a white cloth, so he couldn't see his clothes clearly, but judging from his hazy figure and length, it seemed to be a woman.

Her head was exactly the same color as Marceau's, but she didn't move, not knowing if she was dead or alive.

There is no trace of a female ghost. I immediately pushed the door open, and as soon as I walked in, I heard a strong wind from the side. I subconsciously rolled forward, and the long strip of weapon swung over my head with a "woo" sound. Before I could get up from the ground, there was a cracking sound above my head, and I continued to roll forward twice, and two heavy cabinets slammed into the floor.

It's really dangerous enough, and ordinary people will definitely not be able to react. However, I was a little happy because I used traps, which means that there are people here who have been here, and they have a certain awareness of the dangers of the environment.

The attacks seemed to have stopped, but I still didn't dare to let my guard down. As I got up, I looked at the door, where there was no one but a broom that had fallen to the ground. By this time I had come to the operating table, but there was such a big movement, and the woman who looked like Marceau seemed to be unconscious, and did not move.

I hesitated as I looked around to see if there were any more traps, reaching out to wake her up. However, before the hand touched the other party, the body suddenly flew upward, I was really startled, and unconsciously raised my head to look, at this time, a sharp wind stabbed in the chest.

I held the dagger to my chest in time, and although the attack was swift and sudden, it was not beyond the boundaries of ordinary people, and it was not dangerous to me.

Sure enough, the collision force from the dagger wasn't very strong, and I could see the sneak attacker and her weapon clearly.

A white-collar woman with her placket wide open, revealing sexy lingerie and large patches of dark skin, who else but Marceau. However, she did not seem to be doing well, her head was tied in a ponytail, her eyes were red, and she was holding a simple spear made of iron rods and scalpels, as if she no longer recognized me, and kept attacking me from across the operating table.

Judging by her hideous and angry eyes and countenance, she was serious, and she really wanted to kill me.

"Wake up, Marceau, it's me, I'm Crow, the guy who was with you yesterday, remember?" I really didn't know what the hell she was crazy about, so I had to shout and fend off her attacks.

When I think of madness, I suddenly think of Thomas's words, many of them turned into madness in nightmares, and even committed suicide.

Marceau didn't die, which is a good thing, but what happened to her to become what she is now? I couldn't let her attack go on any longer, she had no intention of stopping. I took a few steps back out of range of the spear, and Marceau stopped and didn't leave the operating table, just staring at me with deep vigilance, and if I stepped forward, she would attack me.

She was now like a beast protecting her territory.

However, since there is a stalemate for the time being, it also means that there is time to talk.

"What's wrong? Marceau, why don't you say anything? In front of her, I put the dagger back behind my waist and raised my hands to show that there was no hostility, "You see, we are not enemies, I am here for you." You don't know how glad I'm to be alive. ”

"Don't try to lie to me" Marceau finally spoke, his tone cold, but it made me stunned for a moment. Her face was not very good, and she was full of exhaustion, but her voice did not sound unconscious.

In other words, she was attacking me with a clear idea of what she was doing, but that confused me even more.

"I lied to you? Why? "You'll have to tell me what happened after I'm gone." Remember? I rescued you from that female ghost, and after that, what happened to you? ”

"Of course I remember, you don't know, how grateful I was to that kid. He saved my life," Marceau word by word: "But you are not him." You're not Crow, Crow is dead, I saw it with my own eyes. ”

I remember that at that time, in order to protect her, I was turned into dust by the vibration screaming attack of the female ghost. Does Marceau think that's real? But even so, she couldn't make her resistance so fierce.

"Don't be stupid, remember what I said to you? We are in a dream, and I will not die. I tried to put a smile on my face.

"This is the tenth time you've said such a thing, poor fellow, can't you even make up a new lie? It's so stupid, I don't know what you are, but I won't be deceived a second time. Marceau pointed her spear at me with determination: "Even if you seem to be a little stronger than the previous ones and know how to dodge the trap, it doesn't mean that you can beat me." I've practiced it."

From her answers, I finally found the clue, it seems that after I got out of the dream, she has been here, and something has changed into my appearance and tried to attack her, only to be recognized by her and counterattacked, and the two sides have been stuck until now. In this way, her stubbornness and emaciation can also be explained.

However, is the guy who has become me a new breed of monster after bugs and female ghosts?

"Whether you believe it or not, this time it's a real person." I spread my hands, "You see, I'm here for you." I don't know what impersonated me, but have you opened any other rooms with graffiti and room number nicks? ”

Just as I finished saying this, a hint of doubt suddenly flashed in Marceau's eyes, and her face seemed to loosen a little.

"You see, if I'm a fake, then I'm not going to talk to you about my inferences. Isn't it? Even if that fake knows our past, knows what you're thinking, and then disguises himself based on these things, it's impossible to make inferences about your thinking. As I pondered, I said, "Let me tell you something you don't know." I found someone in reality who knew the fire in this mental hospital, and he told me that this place blurs the line between dreams and reality, and then drives people crazy. Now two moments of the clock tower turn blue, which indicates the beginning of some kind of ritual. Whether you believe it or not, this dream is indeed a force of nature. ”

"Where's the business card I gave you?" She suddenly asked, "You promised I would take it with me." ”

"Do you think the business card I was given back then will survive after I leave here?" I say.

Marceau stared at me for a moment, then finally put his spear away. Seeing this, I didn't hesitate to go up and hug her, her body tightened, I just hugged her, did nothing, and after a moment she completely relaxed.

"Great, Crow, it's you, you're still alive." Marceau said excitedly.

"I'm not that easy to die." I laughed and said, "You almost killed me, Marceau, though." ”

Marceau suddenly pushed me away, then wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me the lips. I didn't react for a moment, and I was pried open by her tongue, and I clearly felt the flexible tongue stirring in my mouth. She was so excited and enthusiastic that I was afraid that when I pushed her away, her tongue that was entangled with me would break, so I had to let her do whatever she wanted. Of course, selfishly, this reunion kiss is quite good.

After a while, she finally let me go, and the ruddy on her face made her look less haggard. We stared as her heaving chest slowly flattened.

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