Chapter 64: Psychiatric Hospital?

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"This place," I looked at He Tao, "isn't it just a hotel, what's the problem?" ”

He Tao frowned and looked at the address on his mobile phone again, and after confirming that he was correct, he said, "This hotel is a reconstruction of a mental hospital." ”

“so？”

He Tao looked at me: "I can't understand it to you now, you can see it yourself when you get to the place." So saying, he walked towards the door.

I looked at He Tao's gloating expression and felt that something was not quite right. A chill ran on my back just thinking about it. Shouldn't it be those scenes in the movie?

When He Tao drove me to the hotel, I finally knew what He Tao's gloating expression meant.

Peeling walls, rusty iron doors, old-fashioned wood-framed double-open windows. There is also the mark of the looming cross on the front wall.

What the hell is a hotel, it's a haunted house.

I stood at the door of the hotel and swallowed hard as I watched the decoration from the fork to the take-off.

"Are you scared?" He Tao got out of the car, "Where is this?" When you get inside, you'll find that the outside really doesn't look like much. ”

I was stunned when I heard He Tao say this: "You won't go in with me?" ”

"Just kidding," He Tao returned to the car, and then pressed the window to poke his head out: "Lao Tzu is not looking for this kind of stimulation." ”

Interesting enough. I raised my middle finger at He Tao.

"Isn't it a haunted house," I said, taking a deep breath to cheer myself up. "Lao Tzu has even seen zongzi, will he be afraid of ghosts?" With that, I pushed open the door and went inside.

When I entered the hotel and saw the environment inside, I realized that I was really too simple.

This hostel does not have a reception. Even the lobby is particularly narrow. In the light that came in through the only window next to me, I saw a staircase leading to the second floor.

The handrails of this staircase are covered in dust. And there are all sorts of things scattered on the ground as well. All I could recognize were adult diapers and half-eaten lunches. However, these things seem to have existed a long time ago, and they are all covered in a thick layer of dust.

Is this really a hotel? I blinked, the corners of my mouth twitched unconsciously, and the pores of my whole body opened.

Looking up at the staircase that led to the second floor, he gritted his teeth and walked up.

Fortunately, this staircase is still concrete, unlike the wooden stairs in horror movies, which make a "creaking" sound when stepping on it. It made my nerves strain down a lot.

Turning a corner, I came to the second floor.

Once I saw the layout of the second floor, I was able to determine it. This hostel is definitely a hospital remodel. A corridor that grows to the point of almost no end, with rooms scattered on both sides of the corridor. The walls on the left and right sides are painted with green paint below the waist level, and the waist up is painted with gray-white lime putty.

There are no vents on the second floor, except for a window at the top of the staircase. In other words, the only source of light on the second floor is the window at the top of the staircase. It's a black mess inside. This forced me to turn on my phone's lighting.

I glanced at the address on my phone again. The man was on the fifth floor.

"Sick, absolutely sick." I scolded. At the same time, I thought in my heart that it was really like things to gather people in groups, and the fat man was fucking unreliable, and the people he was looking for were really unreliable, and he had nothing to do to live in such a horrible hotel, if it was me, it would be better to go to sleep on the bridge and sleep in the bridge hole.

Keep going up. The further you go, the darker the light becomes. When we got to the fourth floor, there was no window at the top of the staircase, and there was not a single light in the whole building.

I tried to find the switch for the light on the wall at the staircase, but I couldn't find any places where the switch might be.

Is it voice-activated?

Thinking about it, I clapped my hands. Didn't see any lights on. Stamped his feet. Still not lit.

After stomping my foot a few more times and still not seeing the light on, I gave up. The heart said that it was better to quickly find someone and leave this hellish place. Thinking about it, I went up to the fifth floor.

"Room 520." I took a look at the room number displayed on my phone. Holy, 520? The lad is quite emotional. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked into the hallway.

It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen at all. It made me feel like I was back in the graveyard all of a sudden.

Looking at the corridor in front of me, I took a deep breath, my whole body tensed violently, and I held up my phone and walked inside.

Within a few minutes of walking, the corridor folded four times. That means I've made four turns.

I looked up at the door number next to me. 501。

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said why is this 501, how much is the room near the staircase? Thinking about it, I was going to look at the door number on the left again to see if the owner here was mistaken. But before I could turn around, I suddenly felt something pass me quickly. The speed of this thing was so fast that it took about a second before the wind blew in my face.

I was shocked, and almost reflexively raised my phone to shine forward.

I didn't see anything within the range of the phone's lighting.

My heart started beating faster.

What the hell was running past me? Mouse? No way, how could a rat bring such a big gust of wind? Is it just a gust of wind? That's not possible, if it's wind, it can't be a gust of wind after passing by me.

Is it human? My eyes widened. But when I thought about it, I felt that it was impossible. If it was a human being, unless he used it, it would be impossible to run so fast without the sound of footsteps. And judging from the wind brought by him passing by me just now, he must have run over.

A man ran past me, but I didn't hear footsteps.

No way. My scalp was numb, and I subconsciously turned off the lighting function on my phone.

This is the wisest choice. If the other party is also human, I turn off the lights that reveal my own location, and he will not be able to find me.

Of course, if the other party is human.

I was clinging to the cold wall, my eyes fixed on the darkness in front of me. Under the extreme tension, I could feel the pores all over my body shrinking, and the hairs all over my body stood upside down, as if they were catching the fluctuations of the air currents in the air.

Holding my breath and sticking to the wall for a while, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that maybe I was too nervous, and because I was infected by the atmosphere created by this hotel, I might have hallucinated just now. Thinking about it made me relax.

But just as I was coming down from the wall, another thing whizzed in front of me. It was so fast that I didn't even have time to react.

My breathing started to be rapid. Is it another hallucination? No, this time it's definitely not an illusion. I could clearly feel something touching my face as it passed in front of me with something just now.

Judging by the sensations on my face, it should have been hair or something that hit me.

I slowly began to realize that the feeling I had just felt was not an illusion. There must be something in the darkness in front of you. But I can't hear anything from these things. Not even the sound of breathing was heard.

Walks without sound and without panting. What the hell is it?

My mind started to get cranky. Of course, the most important thing to think about is the supernatural events related to the hospital.

The fat man told me that there is no need to be afraid of what you can see. Because if you can see it, then you can attack it. The most feared thing is the formless things that cannot be seen. This invisible thing has a popular name: ghosts.

Is there really a ghost here? My scalp was numb, and my eyes kept moving, trying to see even a glimmer of light. But the result is unforgiving darkness.

Just as my bladder was about to collapse, I suddenly realized that there seemed to be a sound of breathing behind me.