The surrounding patients are not much of a threat to his current high life, but for him half a year ago, the corridor on the seventh floor was simply hell.

A psychological counselor who insists on saving people is torn apart by countless psychologically distorted patients, in a sense, this is a very ironic ending.

The high life reflected in the floor tiles began to run wildly, and the high life closely followed his shadow.

The sound of the missing person notice on the radio became more and more harsh, and gradually, all the patients began to be reflected on the floor tiles.

The smooth and neat floor tiles are like the surface of the water, and the past and present reflect each other, and penetrate each other.

Screams were heard, and a nurse in a disheveled hair rushed out of a ward, disheveled and holding a huge syringe.

Knocking into other patients in the way, the nurse bent her arms and stabbed the tip of the needle into Gao Sheng's eye.

The past high life and the current high life dodged at the same time, and they both avoided the syringe, but the past high life fell to the ground, and the liquid splashed into his eyes.

Gao Mingming avoided the syringe perfectly, but when the liquid medicine entered his eyes in the past, his eyes also felt a hot pain.

The movement became a little difficult, and the doors of the wards on both sides of the corridor were like the windows of the train, moving slowly backwards, and for the first time in a dream, Takami felt the passage of time so clearly in his dreams.

"If I was killed in the past, I will die too?"

Gao Ming couldn't tell if this was a dream or if he really went back to the past, all the boundaries were blurring, and only his heart was still beating in reality.

The figure on the floor tiles representing the past of Gao Fate, quickly got up from the ground, he had no way back, and now he could only run towards the depths of the corridor.

More and more patients ran out, and the scalp was numb, and before the abnormal event broke out half a year ago, there were already so many "monsters" gathered in Lishan Hospital!

Following their past selves, Gao Ming did not stop, they ran in the dark corridors, the doors and windows of the ward retreated backwards, they seemed to be on the train of time, and each carriage was a cycle of tragedy and death.

"Is this a dream? How could there be such a real dream? But if it's not a dream? How could there be such a strange and abnormal event in reality? ”

The voice of the missing person notice on the radio became sharp and harsh, and the past high life ran to the exhaustion, and when he really couldn't hold it anymore, the doctor in the white coat reappeared, and he opened a door not far away, which seemed to be the end of the corridor.

With his last breath, Takamei came to the door and looked inside.

Laughter, crying, prayers, noises, all kinds of sounds were like waves, drowning him out in an instant.

Holding on to the door frame, Gao Ming saw an extremely terrifying scene.

In the room at the end of the hallway of the inpatient unit, four walls are plastered with black-and-white photographs of patients, and in the center of the room is a large offering table with white bowls filled with pills and several statues of gods covered in black cloth.

There was a knock on the door, and the sound of a thump came from all directions.

The shadows reflected on the ground and reality gradually merged, the black cloth on the offering table slowly fell, and the statues of strange gods were smiling, their eyes rolling in their sockets.

The changing wards are like untouchable shrines, and the dead gods seem to stand at the end of time, looking back.

Standing in front of a wall plastered with countless patient photos, he looked down at his former self.

Dressed in the uniform of Hate Mountain Prison, surrounded by countless gods and ghosts, doctors and patients have their own clothes, and the world is filled with bright red and miserable white.

Dancing wildly, jumping, a pair of eyes watching like ghostly fire, greedy fingers hooking flesh, and brutal roars making souls tremble.

The former high life entered a room that should not have been entered, and there was indeed a medicine stored here, but it was made of his own flesh and blood.

The will seems to be pierced by a sharp sword, and there is a force that forces Gao Dai to lie on the ground, which is a sacrifice and a game.

The blood-drawn patterns on the walls converged, bones collided, flesh and blood were torn, and the alienated idols grew human skin, and the heads slowly twisted.

The bowl on the offering table was knocked, the wheezing behind the black cloth became heavier, and all the patients in the black and white photos were staring at Gao Ming, as if calling out to him to hurry over, and he had already prepared a place.

Gao Ming didn't see any possibility of breaking the game, and more than half a year ago, it was impossible for him to survive from the hands of so many ghosts.

"How did I get to where I am now? I'm still alive! How did I spend that night? How to escape this room? ”

Memories were blurry, only familiarity, and the fear seeped from the past to the present, like a stinger slowly piercing into his spirit, soul, and every vein.

Unable to breathe, his chest collapsed, and he looked at himself reflected in the floor tiles, pressing his hands on the ground.

The same is true of him reflected in the floor tiles, his hands pressed against the cold floor tiles, the veins bulging on the backs of his hands, he is the center of the ritual, the sacrifice to be eaten by the spirits.

The oppression of death swept through the body, and the birthday photo hidden in the heart of the high life fell to the ground.

In the past, when he was close to death, he began to slowly lose his color in his birthday photo!

The ten connected fingers gradually turn black and white, and the father and mother in the photo show incredible eyes.

"If I was killed in the past, I will die too? What the hell is this a dream? Or is it reality? ”

At this time, the high life and the high life action reflected on the floor tile are exactly the same, I don't know if the past is reflected in reality, or if the reality is back in the past.

"I didn't die on that day, the fact is that I didn't die in the past! Who saved me? Who helped me shatter my dreams? ”

In the black-and-white photographs that fill the walls, the patients open their eyes full of whites with different expressions, and the statue covered with black cloth on the table laughs strangely. The doors of the surrounding wards were pushed, as if the shrines had been opened, and the horrors that could only appear in the depths of the nightmare stretched their necks and cracked their fanged mouths, little by little closer to the high lives of the past.

Indescribable fear oppressed every nerve, and death hung like a guillotine overhead, the bright blade reflecting on Takamei's own face.

In the posthumous photo, he is turning black and white, he can't breathe, his whole body is cold, but the countless death memories in his heart are still colliding!

"I've died so many times that I'm no longer who I used to be."

"If no one comes to save me, then I'll save myself."

"Whether it is the past or the future, I will grab my hand over and over again, and walk out of purgatory and the abyss over and over again!"

The right hand that grabbed the chains of the torture house slammed into the ground!

There were cracks in the figure of the high life on the tiles.

Five bleeding fingers smashed down again!

Blood seeped down the gap, and the past high life seemed to hear a certain voice, and he slowly lowered his head.

The left eye that was injured by the fragments of the flesh fairy clay sculpture felt a tingling pain, and he barely opened his left eye, and he saw the floor tiles reflecting on the other self!

Wearing a mask, death countless times condensed the evil spirit, powerful and persistent, cunning and crazy, that he was unscrupulous, like an evil god.

(End of chapter)