The corridor of the hospital seemed to have no end, and the missing person notice was repeated on the radio, which made Gao Ming a little trance.

Someone got lost in the hospital?

The window on the door of Ward 7003 reflected Takamei's own face, and they seemed to see each other at some point, but through the transparent glass on one side and the cold mask on the other.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Gao Ming heard the rustle of the tip of the pen rubbing against the wall, and a young man with glasses stood by the wall, looking intent, as if he was measuring something.

He was emaciated, but his lower body was bound by restraint straps, and he couldn't go too far from the bed.

His gloves were shackled, a rope was attached to his neck, and his hospital gown was marked with a blood-red danger mark.

The young man was very surprised to see someone enter the room, and he turned his head to look at Gao Ming, as if asking, as if he was talking to himself: "The doctor who is doing rounds? Visiting patients? Or is it another fish that has fallen into the net? ”

Patient 7003 was under the care of Lishan Hospital, but he did not look sick.

After observing for a moment, Takamei followed his own vague shadow on the floor tiles and entered the house.

"Don't touch anything on the wall, and don't step on the words on the ground." The young man's pen was devoid of ink, and he used the sharp tip of his pen to carve strange symbols on the white wall.

"What are you counting?"

"The world is so fake, it's like an absurd dream, I'm looking for a way to wake up." The young man didn't reply: "You won't believe it, and even if you believe it, you won't understand." ”

The walls near the hospital bed were covered with words and symbols, and Gao Ming really couldn't read them, but he felt that he was trapped in a dream now: "Then do you have a clue now?" I had to wake up as soon as possible. ”

Gao Ming's tone was very serious, not teasing.

Seeing that Gao Ming agreed with his opinion so much, the young man stopped his movements: "Dreams deprive us of control over our bodies and wills, how can we wake up so easily?" Everything we do now is designed in advance, and we have to figure out the maker's loopholes to have a chance to wake up. ”

"I may be the one who has the loophole." Gao Ming has an infinite reincarnation of death on the bus, and he is a "dead end" that fate has not seen: "In fact, I came here after more than half a year, and I am not what I am now. ”

"Huh?" The young man turned around slowly, frowning and glancing at Gao Ming, he first had to determine if Gao Ming was really sick: "You came here from half a year later?" ”

"Hmm."

"And what are you doing now?" The young man was a little curious.

"He's right here." Gao Ming pointed to the figure reflected on the floor tiles, and the two Gao Ming were indeed different.

As if he had discovered a shocking secret, the young man crouched on the ground, observed repeatedly, and asked several more questions, and was surprised to find that Takamei's answers were almost exactly the same as his predictions about the future.

"I knew that this hospital was collecting special patients, and I was willing to stay in for research, but I didn't expect to make a discovery." The young man's gaze at Gao Ming became different, and it was hot and terrifying: "I used many names, and now the one registered on the case list is called ......"

The man struggled to take out his medical records, but the name was empty, just a question mark.

"It's called a question mark."

"What a good name." Gao Ming replied perfunctorily: "I can cooperate with you in the calculation, but I must wake up as soon as possible." ”

"Since you dreamed of the present from half a year later, then there is nothing to worry about, if the current one dies, there will be no you in half a year, this is a paradox." The young man touched the pen in his hand: "Usually when we are dreaming, we will be awakened when we fall from a high place, or when we are close to death. ”

"You want me to die?"

"This is the key to waking up from the dream, the person who made this dream arranged the fate for you that you will not die, and you will live until half a year later. If you die, you are out of the grip of dreams; If you're not going to die, what else do you care about here? The young man, who called himself a question mark, walked to the bedside: "There are all kinds of patients living on the seventh floor, and new patients come in every day, but no one is discharged, and all the patients seem to be taken into the depths of the corridor in the end. ”

He bent down and pulled out a hand-drawn map from the gap in the bed: "I don't know how to wake up from the dream, but I've heard the doctor say that you need a medicine to leave the hospital, and it's hidden in the room at the end of the hallway." If you can bring us back the pills, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life helping you wake up. ”

The young man wanted to leave the hospital, and he went around in a big circle to say what he was trying to do.

Gao Ming was a little hesitant in his heart, he couldn't trust the other party yet, after all, the two sides had just met.

Ten seconds later, before Gao Ming could make a decision, the shadow reflected by the floor tiles had already turned and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

In the past, he wanted to try, but Gao Ming could only follow him.

"Half a year ago, I was just an ordinary person, and if the depths of the corridor were as dangerous as patient 7003 said, I wouldn't have survived."

It is very clear how terrifying and fatal the abnormal event is, and the danger level of Lishan Hospital is even higher than that of Haldex Private College, and if it is not handled well, it will even evolve into a fifth-level abnormal event.

The person who was lost in the hospital on the radio was still not found, and the shadows on the high life and floor tiles stepped into the darkness step by step.

"I should have talked to a patient in 7003 more than half a year ago, how did he convince me at that time?"

It doesn't matter what happens now, what matters is the choice made by Takamei half a year ago.

There were no abnormal monsters around, but the flesh and blood fairy in Gao Ming's heart was constantly roaring, and his eight arms grabbed the chains in the torture room, so that both Red Raincoat and Situ An sensed that something was wrong.

"Congratulations has never been so excited, he doesn't quite feel like he's in danger."

The patients in the wards on both sides were woken up by the sound of Gao Ming's footsteps, and lay on the window of the door panel, looking directly at him.

Holding his breath, Gao Ming ran wildly towards the depths of the corridor, and he vaguely saw that there seemed to be other people in front of him, and the other party was wearing a white coat from the hospital, as if he was deliberately guiding him.

The key slipped into the keyhole, the circlip popped open, the gears turned, the metal fence was knocked on, and a pair of hands came out of the room window.

"The doctor opened the locked room door?"

The closer you get to the ward at the end of the corridor, the more dangerous the patients become, and the doctor is specially prepared to release all the patients out for a carnival as if to welcome the arrival of the high life.

All sorts of madmen, hysterical faces, and seven floors seem to be a corridor forgotten by the Creator, a path that is not an exit at all, but leads to something more terrible than death.

"I've been through these things half a year ago?"

(End of chapter)