"No, no, no, no...... I don't want to go!! ”

The human hides in the bathroom and frantically whispers to himself in the mirror with glasses.

But his protest was useless, he didn't react in the mirror, he was really just looking in the mirror.

Maybe it was because he had been in the bathroom for a long time, and a colleague on duty outside called out the name of a human being, and the latter had to answer to indicate that he was fine.

"I really...... I really don't want to go...... Please...... I don't beg you, I beg you to let me go, okay? ”

In a low voice, the human prayed in the mirror for a long time, but the mirror shadow did not change, and he had to walk out.

The colleague outside the door had been waiting for a long time, and he looked strangely at the optician-doctor and asked him if there was any hidden disease.

"Xiao Li, although we are a mental hospital, some minor ailments can still be treated, such as hemorrhoids-"

"Nope! It's just that...... It's just that I'm still a little sleepy. ”

The optician retorted in a low voice, and then his colleague nodded in understanding, his colleague had heard about what happened to the opticians a few days ago, and bumped into something unclean, something that is common in their mental hospitals.

Don't listen, don't talk, don't be too curious, and you will recover naturally.

The colleague didn't say anything and went back to duty with the people.

It stands to reason that according to the situation of the optician, there should be no more night shifts in the near future, but there have been many things recently, and after asking the opinion of the "party", the "party" gave an answer that he could go to work.

The leaders of the optician's hospital patted the human on the shoulder with a look of relief, saying that their psychiatric hospital needs such diligent staff as the optician.

And the human beings themselves, forced to say things that they were not willing to say, did not show the slightest expression of rejection on their faces.

Because the monster needed him to come to work at night, the monster even asked him to go at night-

The optician was thinking that it was just right for him and his colleague to make rounds to the side near the stairwell, and the colleague went in to see the patient, and he stood by the door waiting.

After that, he heard a clattering movement on the side.

As stated in those announcements, there will be some movement in the stairwell where the escape route is located.

The spectacian was tempted not to manage his money, but the monster behind the scenes, who had been praying for him to be spared, reacted at this moment, and he watched his body take command and walked to the stairwell.

There was no time to call for help, and the opening and closing of the mouth could only see the movement, but could not hear the sound.

The moment I walked into the stairwell, a round ball rolled out of front of me.

Grunting with dust, he crashed into the wall as he rolled to the landing below, then bounced diagonally at just the right angle and continued down the steps behind.

Layer by layer, the ball rolled up the stairs, and the optician followed him to the bottom of the stairs.

The stairwell on the first floor can actually go down, but there is an iron door leading to the basement floor, which is locked every day, and only someone has a key, and the light under it is also dimmed.

As far as the optician's eye could see, a small child was half-crouching by the iron door, the ball rolling to the half-man-tall suitcase at the child's feet.

With a bang, the ball bounced twice in place before being caught by the child.

The child's voice of humming nursery rhymes and laughing was high-pitched, and it was not until he turned his head in the opposite direction that the optician realized that it was a boy.

The boy's face turned pale...... No, it's still tinged with bruises.

This is what the optician blinked his eyes twice.

Ever since being targeted or leaned over by the monster in human skin, the optician has noticed that his perspective on the environment has changed, and that details that he once disliked are now exposed.

However, his colleagues, his leadership, and even many in the psychiatric hospital turned a blind eye.

Why? Don't they think those things and developments are weird?

Why don't you call the police, why don't you call the police when someone dies? Where did the corpse go? Why did everyone just leave the garden, as if they didn't remember anything, and no one paid any attention to the tragic condition of the corpse and the real cause of death.

Forgotten? Erased...... But why did he remember?

The rest of the irrationalities have also emerged, such as colleagues who have left suddenly, patients who have been added but the total number has not changed, and some surgical experiments that are beyond the common sense...... Even now, he witnessed the little boy's bruised pale face.

They are in psychiatric hospitals...... Is there such a small child? Employees' children certainly don't, and their families are not allowed to come near at all...... Patient? There are even fewer patients, and they don't take in very young children.

It may have been received in the early years when the hospital was first built, but now it is absolutely none.

The spectacian stiffened, he didn't want to get close but couldn't control his legs.

The human watched as he approached and bent over, his face twitching a few times, eventually squeezing out a twisted smile.

"Child, where are the adults in your family?" As soon as he spoke, the glasses doctor was disgusted by his gentle voice, he coughed dryly twice, and continued uncontrollably, "Why are you here alone at such a late hour?" ”

The pale-skinned child smiled at the man, picked up the ball that had fallen to the ground, and said, "Mom is upstairs, she doesn't have time to come down to pick me up, the box is too heavy, I can't lift it." ”

As he spoke, the little boy held the ball with one hand and pointed to the box by the iron door with the other.

It was a trolley case, abruptly not supposed to be in the hospital, the zipper was tightly closed, the shell of the case was dusty, as if it had rolled through the mud, and the optician could smell something not very good.

There are some familiar, unpleasant smells.

For a moment, he didn't remember where the smell came from, and the optician just continued to communicate with the little boy.

"Your mother is upstairs...... Upstairs here? ”

"Uh-huh, on the sixth floor."

When humans hear this, their eyelids jump.

The sixth floor, isn't that the floor where the dean stays?

The entire psychiatric hospital knew that it was a default rule not to approach the sixth floor without the invitation of the dean, and everyone guessed that the dean did not like outsiders to come and go, and the opticians now thought that maybe the sixth floor was hiding secrets that could not be known.

He laughed dryly: "But isn't the sixth floor the dean's place...... How could your mom be there? ”

The little boy did not answer the question, but pointed to the trolley case beside him and looked at the optician longingly, occasionally blinking his big eyes twice.

Looking at the little boy, the glasses doctor's fear was somewhat soothed, and he began to feel that the little boy was pitiful, and that he should take the little boy up to his mother.

This shift in mood flashed in a flash, and thanks to the presence of the monster behind the scenes, the opticianist quickly broke free from the influence.

He didn't feel sorry for the little boy anymore, but his own movements were still commanded by the monster, and he was reluctant to do so in his heart, and the movements he made in his hands were still to take the trolley box beside the little boy and take the little boy's hand.

It's an incomparably cold touch.

Human body temperature can never be so low.

The glasses doctor was so cold that he shivered, causing the little boy on the side to look at him curiously, and asked the big brother what is wrong with you.

"I didn't ...... Nothing, less clothes to wear at night. ”

"yes, it's getting cold now."

As he spoke, the little boy looked down at his thin clothes, which he seemed to wear all year round.

The little boy looked at himself and then at the optician, who was stared at several times, and finally realized something, but he tightened his collar so as not to run the wind.

Optician: ......

The human wanted to scream, but he only felt suffocation.

Humans thought that the little boy who was clearly not human was asking him to ask him for a coat, and who knew that the monster in human skin asked him to wrap his white coat tightly.

The optician felt more and more cold on his side, and all he could do was walk briskly up and lead the little boy to the sixth floor.

The suitcase in the hand was heavy.

The optician felt a little gasping after walking two floors with the suitcase, and he thought that there was something strange in the box, and the sound of some sticky things swaying lightly came from his hand.

Finally...... What's in there?

Humans don't know, humans don't know, humans can only continue to move upward.

The optician, who was out of breath and not completely confused, wondered why he didn't take the elevator, was it because the stairwell was the necessary place to meet this "little boy"?

You have to go to the sixth floor to find out.

The optician became more and more tired as he walked, and when he reached the fourth and fifth floors, he stopped to rest for a while, and the little boy was not in a hurry or annoyed, and waited for the people to recover before continuing to walk.

The moment he stepped onto the sixth-floor platform, the optician suddenly felt his hand being grasped.

The little boy's hand was held backwards, and a huge force came, pulling the glasses doctor directly and staggering.

It was almost the whole person who propped himself up to the suitcase to stabilize his posture.

With such a pounce, he stuck close to the box, and his nose could smell it.

This is...... Isn't this just-

"Get up, big brother." The little boy grabbed the glasses doctor's hand, didn't know when he squatted on the side of the box, held his cheek with one hand, and stared at the person persistently, "It's almost there, let's go quickly." ”

Pulling twice without saying anything, the glasses doctor was dragged and looked ahead in a daze.

The little boy was going in a strange direction, he didn't go in the direction of the next corridor, he didn't go on to the rooftop, but towards the empty wall......? When did the door appear there?

A door grows out of thin air on the wall, extremely out of place, different in color and style from their mental hospital, but the little boy's target is there.

The spectacle doctor wanted to retreat, but at this moment, his body was completely taken over by the monster, and his consciousness was once again kicked deep into his body, and he could only be trapped in a small black side, witnessing his body's every move.

The little boy noticed that the resistance in his hand had decreased, but he didn't care, he hadn't found his prey for many days, and the devil knew the hospital...... Oh, this is a mental hospital, and the doctors in this mental hospital are all reluctant to lean into the stairwell.

Except for the two doctors he caught at the beginning, there was only one man who strayed in and had some squinted eyes, and if he didn't bring anyone back, the teacher would be angry.

Before...... The teacher had already been angry once before.

The little boy walked forward, and he smoothly brought the "prey" in his hand to the door that appeared out of thin air.

He felt that the "prey" had probably resigned himself to his fate, so he said happily: "Mom is inside, you can help me send my luggage in." ”

The man who was being pulled by the little boy still did not respond, and the little boy just grabbed the big hand and pressed the warm but somewhat cool human to the doorknob.

With a slight force, the door creaked inward, and the dark yellow color that had mixed with flesh and blood and then precipitated appeared on the right side of his eyes.

At the same time, on the block inside the door on the left, a faint white color was beating one by one.

(End of chapter)