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The door was half open, and I peeked in, but for some reason, the darkness behind the door seemed to be just a background picture, and I couldn't see anything inside. I couldn't help but think that it would be nice to have a flashlight. Wait, isn't there a quark there? Quark seemed to understand my thoughts, and flew in, and a vague feeling immediately arose in my mind.

There seems to be nothing in it. This feeling of "emptiness" is somewhat different from the ordinary "no one, empty" and the like. This feeling was conveyed to me from Quark, our hearts were connected, but I couldn't fathom the birds' thoughts, so I couldn't give a reasonable explanation.

There is no sense of danger, though.

I grabbed the doorknob and made up my mind in the wind and rain to push the door open completely, and people stepped into it without hesitation.

It was as if I had fallen into a lake of ink, and I couldn't see my fingers, only to feel the quark fall back on my shoulder. I just stood there for a moment, probably accustomed to the darkness, and a faint silhouette gradually appeared in front of me.

I looked around, and there was only a narrow staircase in front of me, only the height of the fourth hospital structure, and an iron door on the steps. I don't know if it's the illusion of light, but the iron door was a little dazzling for a moment, and it seemed to exude a dark red luster. But in the blink of an eye, it was still rusty. When I walked further, I found that it was not rusty at all, and it was not completely made of iron, but only wrapped in a layer of iron sheet, and the wood texture behind the iron sheet was actually white.

I tried to turn the spherical doorknob, and the lock clicked, maybe the girl had cleverly locked it from the inside when she ran away. This speculation reassured me that the girl would find the adults in the building, and then I would be able to figure out what was going on.

But being stuck here isn't my style. Although I have experienced many events that adults have not experienced, I am not very old after all, and I have to be proactive so as not to be despised by adults.

Besides, I always feel that this place is a little weird, and I can't tell how I got here, maybe those adults are not good.

I twisted the handle again and tried to break it with violence, but failed, and the lock was surprisingly strong, but it didn't bother me.

Quark jumped out of his shoulders and turned into a cloud of gray mist and burrowed into the keyhole, and when his form solidified, it had turned into a black key stuck in the lock.

I unlocked and pushed the door, and behind the door was a long corridor in the shape of a hollow, and I was standing in the lower left corner of the hollow shape, so I can imagine that if I entered through the door on the other side, it would be in the lower right corner. The tiles on the walls and floor were white, and the entire cloister looked pale under the light, and the benches not far to the right were empty, and the smell of disinfectant water was in the quiet air.

Are you in a hospital? But when I think of the statue of the Virgin in the church hall, I don't think it's an ordinary hospital. Who would have cobbled together a church and a hospital? Also, I've seen hospitals in small towns, which are much smaller and have a very different structure than here.

In the past three days, Tomie and I can't say that we have become familiar with every part of the town, but we still have an impression of important community institutions such as police stations, hospitals, and residential areas. I'm sure there's absolutely no place like this in town.

In other words, is he no longer in the town?

"Tomie Pan Rongge" I called out the names of a few more people, but I still didn't answer, and not only that, but I didn't even see the doorman or other adults who I expected to be awakened by the scream.

Who brought themselves here? And why do you want to stay here? If you think about it carefully, the other party is definitely not in it for money, and it can't be an ordinary person. Is it a Doomsday Shinrikyo person? The church-like hall in the antechamber, and the unusually dead silence here, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a cult haunting here.

However, the image of the Virgin and the symbols revealed by that pane are not the style of apocalyptic truth. Maybe it's another subordinate body of Doomsday Truth, but it's very likely.

But if it is the truth of the end times, why did they not kill me immediately, but threw me in this place? And the footsteps, the elf-like girl, where are these people? Why are they here?

With so many questions, it seems that the inference that he was kidnapped by the truth of the end has become unreliable.

"Hey, anyone? I have no ill will. I yelled again.

The incandescent light above the ceiling suddenly made a sizzling sound of electricity, flickered a few times before going out. I reflexively looked up, and almost half of the lights were broken, and the entire corridor was plunged into a dim atmosphere. It's too coincidental to believe that the lights were damaged naturally, and the place doesn't look like it's lacking in maintenance, with the walls and floors wiped clean to reflect people's faces. This feeling of premeditation makes the building even more gloomy and dead.

I walked forward to the room closest to me and looked at the door number, and the card had been removed, but the number "107" had been carved crookedly with a knife under the card slot. A little further down, there is a crayon graffiti left by a child. It was so badly drawn that I could barely tell that it was a man with huge attractive ears, pinched by a monster with sharp teeth and hanging in the air, but the man showed the same smile as the monster, staring directly at me, and I immediately felt extremely uncomfortable.

Judging from the immaturity of the strokes, the child who left this painting is not very old, but why would a young child leave such a creepy painting?

I knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. It's been like this before anyway, and I'm not going to be polite anymore. I cautiously opened the door with the key that quark had turned into and walked in.

There was no one inside, and the dim light shone from behind me, and I saw my own shadow dragged from under my feet into the room. It was a single room, quite clean and tidy, it seemed that the person had not been away for long. The furnishings were rudimentary, there was no table, just a chair, a bed and a bookshelf.

There are about a dozen books on the shelves, and even a third of them are not full, but they are neatly arranged. When I looked up, half of it was classic literature like The Thorn Bird, and half of it was religious and mythological texts. If Tomie had been here, he would have been able to tell what kind of owner the room was from the furnishings of the house and the books on the shelves, but at this time, I could only take a random copy and flip through it at will.

It's a mythological book, full of foreign languages I don't know, and the first illustration is of a big tree, but there is no fruit on the branches, only one noun after another.

It's not helpful to think about this kind of thing. I put it back on the shelf, walked to the bedside, and put my hand on the white quilt, which was still a little warm, as if it had just left.

In other words, is there really anyone else here besides that girl?

I noticed that this bed was not a common home style, but an easy-to-remove iron-framed bed, which was generally only purchased by organizations that emphasize communal living, advocate a simple lifestyle, or have little money. Combined with the cramped and clean feeling of this room, I couldn't help but realize that this single room smelled of captivity.

The combination of church and hospital, the prison ward, a bold speculation is emerging.

This place is not an ordinary hospital, but a psychiatric hospital.

The reason why I came to this place must not be for nothing. Thinking about what I have been involved in recently, the Doomsday Shinrikyo cadre training center is a mental hospital, and he came to the town to investigate the fire in a mental hospital ten years ago. Which one is what puts you in this strange situation?

My instinct is the second, but that mental hospital has burned down ten years ago, could it be that I have traveled back to ten years ago through a science fiction tunnel?

But at this time, I suddenly realized that the anomaly in this room was not that it had something that it shouldn't have, but that something that should have been there was missing.

When I first arrived, it was stormy, but now I can't hear a sound, and how can it suddenly stop when a storm of that magnitude is falling heartily? I spread my legs and ran to the window, which was a garden, the outermost wall less than ten meters away from the room, with trees planted in between. But I was stunned.

The glass windows were dotted with water droplets, the rain lines outside the house were so clear, the trees were slanted by the strong wind, and the thunderclouds rolling in the distance seemed to be split by purple lightning. However, this qiē is still and silent, and its image and color can not find any flaws, but a qiē looks like a landscape frozen on the canvas.

I was so surprised that I forgot to close my mouth, and after a while, I came back to my senses and tried to push the window open, but the window was closed so tightly that it seemed to be stuck together. I stared at the raindrop-stained glass and saw only a thin, pale face with sunken eyes.

I felt the muscles in my face so stiff that I couldn't make any expressions, but the face reflected in the glass suddenly turned to one side of its own, as if staring at something behind me.

My breathing was suddenly blocked, I took a few steps back, lifted my chair, and slammed it on the window glass, only to hear a "bang", and the glass did not move.

Now I can be sure that I must not be in a normal world.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Someone pushed me while I was in a daze and got behind me. It's that girl, where did she come from? Hiding under the bed all the time? I subconsciously turned around, but there was nothing there, I looked up, the door shook, slammed shut, and she seemed to run out.

Without the light in the hallway, the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the coagulation of the fuchsia electric light outside the window became conspicuous. The light was so sharp that it gave the illusion that the air was becoming transparent.

At that moment, the window vibrated as if it had been shaken vigorously. Then the bookshelves shook and the books fell to the floor. It looked like a grumpy transparent man had come in through the window and swept the books down. The chair that had fallen against the wall stood up on its own, and I turned around and couldn't help but take a few steps backwards.

The white quilt of the iron-framed bed was slowly bulging, and it seemed that two people were struggling in pain inside.

I don't know what was going on, but there didn't seem to be any worse changes, except that the silhouette under the white mattress looked like a human, but the rough, hoarse wheezing and screaming didn't sound like a human.

I suppressed my pounding heart, stood on tiptoe and crept forward, grabbed the corner of the quilt, swallowed it, and slammed it open.

The next moment, I was frightened by what was inside.

It wasn't really human, it was a myriad of fist-sized bugs. Flat and bearded, red all over, like a cockroach, but certainly not a cockroach. They were piled on top of each other, like two bodies fused together. Some of the bugs kept burrowing in, others were squeezed out and turned over, and the pattern on their stomachs looked like a painful human face.

It was so disgusting that I was numb and my hairs stood on end. I quietly, trying not to disturb their retreat, and as soon as I touched the doorknob, the red bugs suddenly stirred. They trickled down the bed, spread to the walls and ceiling, and some fell from the ceiling, filling every space in front of the view.

The air began to distort and emit a scorching stench, and although the skin did not feel it, mentally it felt that the temperature of the room was rapidly rising.

Like the waves, they seem to engulf the room. I became anxious and twisted the doorknob hard, but the door seemed to be locked by the girl who ran out. When the key turned into the quark was inserted into the keyhole, I saw that the walls on both sides of the door were crawling with the bugs.

I pushed the door open and was about to step out, only to find a boy in front of me, dressed in a patient's white robe, staring straight at me. His lips moved, as if to say something to me, and then disappeared like a gust of wind to the right side of the hallway.

It was this moment of stunnedness, the feeling of being climbed on my back, a sharp burning pain spread, I wanted to shake them off, but my body froze and couldn't move, I could only watch myself being swallowed by those insects, and my vision became completely dark.

My consciousness was blurry, and I knew that I was still struggling in the darkness of chaos. Suddenly, the power that restrained my body disappeared, and I opened my eyes suddenly.

The warm light and the woman's towering ** poured into my field of vision, and the contrast with the qiē I suffered a few seconds ago was so great that I almost fell into a dream.

The woman seemed to sense something, and a hand gently touched the top of my head, and she lowered her face. Ah, it's Tomie, my heart can't help but pound.

Palpitations and fatigue swept through every cell for the rest of his life. The warm touch pressed against my back and made me realize that I was lying on Tomie's lap.

She was still driving, and the scene passing through the car window was so vibrant.

This qiē is all real.

What the hell is going on?

"Have a nightmare? Achuan. Tomie's voice came.

"Ah...... Well, it's a dream......" I said uncertainly.

Is it really a dream? The qiē I encountered was indeed as strange as a nightmare, but my back still seemed to be burning painfully, and the tip of my nose seemed to smell disinfectant and burning. It's like going back to the psychiatric hospital that was destroyed by fire ten years ago.

I began to believe that the place in my dream was the small-town mental hospital I was investigating, but why did I dream of it? I don't think it's because of the day-to-day thinking. There must be some reason why I let myself go to that world. Yes, it must be so, and that's a message from the ghosts who died in mental hospitals. Who exactly is the girl who appeared there? What did the boy who came up at the end want to sue me?

There are a lot of questions that need to be answered, and it's not something that can be done in a day or two, but as long as I can get into that dream—I believe I can get into, I'll be able to find out. What's more, in reality, you will definitely be able to get more information.

After this strange dream journey, I am convinced that this must be another apocalyptic event caused by the Prophet.

I pulled myself together and got up from Tomie's lap.

"How long did I sleep?"

"About five minutes."

"Ah...... I thought I slept for three days and three nights. I exhaled deeply, and then looked in the rearview mirror, only to see that I was still the same as the honor student Takakawa, as if the pale patient's face I had seen before was just an illusion.

"So you can work hard all night tonight?" Tomie laughed.

"Did I say that?" I rubbed my cheeks, "I have an important date tonight, and you won't believe where I just went." ”

“…… Haven't you woken up yet? Achuan. Tomie said, "Be careful, daynightmares aren't a good thing." ”

yes, it's not a good thing.

By this time, the car had already driven into the most prosperous area in the center of the town, and the constant appearance of garbage bins, vending machines, traffic lights and pedestrians dressed in fashion finally brought the atmosphere of civilization. It's a little worse than the size of the city, but it doesn't feel like a remote place anymore. Overall, it is not particularly favored by developers because it is not well developed, but it is still one of the most suitable tourist and recuperation attractions in the area.

The speed of the car in front slowed down, and it eventually stopped in front of a two-story building. The streets are bustling but not congested, with mostly family pick-up trucks on the lanes, and occasional skateboarding children scurrying across the sidewalks.

I got out of the car, looked up at the badge above the main entrance, and secretly prayed that the trip would be smooth.

Jung brought Pan over.

"Bring your intelligence agency credentials, the name of the Security Service doesn't make sense here, and we're acting in the name of the intelligence agency's behavioral analysis department." Jung commanded. M

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