Without thinking about it, I followed the old merchant up the stairs.

The stairs of the hospital are not very wide, and I still picked up my mobile phone and carefully looked ahead, for fear that I would fall. I turned my head to look and stumbled upon a lot of wooden frames on the walls. Holding my phone against the wall, I stopped.

Following the light source, I saw that these were all picture frames, and despite the three years that had passed, these frames were not covered with dust, and I could still clearly see the photos inside.

There are all kinds of photos of the hospital, most of which are photos of doctors and patients who have recovered, and there are also some hospital award certificates. It seems that before the massacre, this psychiatric hospital must have been doing well.

At this time, I saw a very delicate picture frame hanging among the many picture frames, which made me can't help but look more closely.

This is a group photo. Inside, a photo of a patient leaning on his shoulder with a male doctor who seems to be close to 50 is very eye-catching. And the location seems to be under the big tree outside the window, both of them raised the corners of their mouths slightly, and a row of words was also printed next to the photo: Thank you for the dean's careful care for many days.

Looks like that day should be a good day here.

Looking closely at the patient, I was slightly stunned. Isn't this a massacre of the mentally ill in an entire hospital? Looking at this picture, he should be cured and should have left the hospital. How could he come back to do this again? I didn't know why, but I didn't think about it anymore and walked to the second floor.

The old merchant put his hand on the wall and turned on the light. The layout of the second floor is almost the same as that of the first floor, and the corridors are lined with windows on both sides and rooms on both sides. It's not like the first floor is full of broken chairs and tables. To be precise, it is very cleanly organized. There are no layers of dust on the glass windows. This makes me a little curious, could it be that someone has come to tidy up the room on the second floor? And the lights on this floor turned out to be intact. "See that big office? Let's go in and see. The old merchant's voice was calm, but this calmness did not make me feel at ease. On the contrary, it made me feel trembling.

Since the lights are still good, I'm ready to put my phone away. But just then, I received a text message.

The letter writer - old businessman!

I'm going, it's still so boring at this time, can't I say it to my face? Just as I was about to go up and beat him up, I accidentally saw the time on my phone.

“0：00”

I stood still, not daring to move.

How could it have only been a few tens of seconds until now?

I didn't see the old merchant in front of me take out his mobile phone, "The resentful ghost can stop time, so that the time around him has been stuck in time," the old merchant said to me just now has occupied my entire brain. All of a sudden, I felt quiet around me, and only the sound of a "plopping" heartbeat clearly came to my ears. My back began to feel numb, and my hairs stood on end. I swallowed and opened the text message, hoping for only one thing - the old merchant was playing a prank on me. People are so entangled, just a few seconds of money I was blaming the old merchant for my prank, and now I very much hope that it is his prank on me.

"What about you, why don't you follow me?" My hands began to shake involuntarily, and I wished that this qiē was all fake. It's not easy to reply to "second floor". Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the old merchant in front of him, hoping to find the flaws in his prank through the sound of his mobile phone. However, he didn't pull out his phone.

There didn't seem to be any reaction in his pocket.

Mute?

I thought to myself. I watched him walk on, still standing still. The lights and the second floor of the moonlight bar are very bright. But now the eerie atmosphere here is much more than the first floor. That's when I discovered something! This almost made me cry out in surprise, my mouth was already open in an "O" shape, and my hand couldn't help but cover my mouth.

There is no shadow of this old merchant in front!

Under the illumination of the light, the old merchant had no shadow! As much as I hate to believe it, the truth is right in front of my eyes. My feet started shaking too. Because my intuition tells me one thing - the old merchant in front of me is not the old merchant!

"What's wrong with you?" As if he noticed me standing still, he turned his head and asked, puzzled. is still an obese man, there are still some eye lines on his face, he is still wearing the same coat, and his braids are still so maverick.

However, for this "old businessman", I feel that he is very dangerous. I settled down and called out to him. "Old Shang": "What's wrong?" He looked puzzled. How do you know where the light switch is? I asked tentatively. He looked at the switch, looked at me with disdain, and said, "Isn't that weird?" Usually the switch is there......" Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted him.

"So...... Can you sue me why you don't have a shadow? ”

He stopped talking. He looked back and forth below me, and then at himself. Just as I was expecting him to give me a satisfactory answer, he chose to remain silent.

I looked at my phone again.

The "0:00" time remains unchanged.

I cleared my throat and dared to ask him again, "Can you sue me why don't you have a shadow?" He no longer looked back and forth at the shadow, but lowered his head, and after about 10 seconds, he said word by word, "Why don't I have a shadow?" What about my shadow? "I don't know if he's asking himself or me. Repeating the phrase as he looked up at me.

The surroundings began to change. The overhead lights began to flicker and flicker, and from time to time there was an electric shock sound of "ziz". The windows were obviously closed, but the gusts of wind were blowing in my face, making me feel cold. And the old merchants have also begun to change. Bursts of white mist began to appear around the chubby silhouette, and the body shape and face shape began to deform along with the white mist. "Why don't I have a shadow?" He kept looping the phrase indefinitely, and the timbre began to change gradually. The voice was no longer the voice of the old businessman, and slowly became a miserable voice. The sound filled the second floor, making people feel very irritated inside.

If it were a normal day, I would definitely complain: "Can you not be so self-conscious?" You think you're a repeater? "But now, I know that I must not say this now, just stand there and watch in horror as he transforms.

Then, the skin and flesh on his body began to slowly fall off, and his body suddenly appeared in a semi-squatting suit, with his hands hanging in front of him, looking very weak. The coat and braids were gone, and from a distance he looked very decadent, like a drunkard.

"You're not an old businessman!" After saying this, I only knew one thing - I had to run quickly, because an old merchant is not an old merchant!

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