Xiao Cheng suddenly woke up with a start, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Fang He and Su Xin.
Su Xin was almost in tears. She rushed to Xiao Cheng's side and asked anxiously, "Xiao Cheng, how are you? How did you suddenly faint?"
"I don't know..." Xiao Cheng was still a little dazed, countless images flashing through her mind, finally settling on the scene of Bed Number 3 pulling out his own heart. "Right, Bed Number 3! How is Bed Number 3 now!"
"Never mind him for now," Fang He said calmly, then pointed to the pool of blood by the glass wall. "Xiao Cheng, what did you see when you stood there last night?"
“She just woke up. Can’t we discuss this later?” Su Xin looked at Fang He disapprovingly.
“I’m fine.” Xiao Cheng patted the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his tone. “Last night, I saw bed number 3… I saw him eat his own arm and heart.”
"What?" Fang He's expression turned strange. "Are you sure? There's a hospital room between you two."
"Xiao Cheng, don't you want to get some rest?" Su Xin looked at her with concern.
Xiao Cheng sensed something was wrong. Her gaze swept across the two faces, and she hesitantly explained, "Last night, his hospital room was suddenly moved to the room next to mine... What's wrong?"
“He’s not dead, he’s still alive.” Fang He scrutinized her, carefully observing every subtle expression. “So are you really sure what you saw back then was reality or an illusion?”
Xiao Cheng was speechless for a moment.
She wasn't so sure now, but anyway, he was still alive, which was good news... I guess so.
"Where is bed number 3 now? I want to see him." Xiao Cheng calmed herself down, took Su Xin's arm for support, and stood up.
The ankle injury has been re-bandaged; the bow tie was probably Fang He's doing. The bleeding has stopped, and the pain has lessened somewhat; it's not completely unbearable.
"He and the person in bed number 4 made a new discovery in the small garden." Fang He glanced at the countdown on the wall. "There's still more than half an hour left. Since you're awake, let's go take a look together."
In the small garden, beds number 3 and 4 were squatting at the edge of the rose bushes, engrossed in digging something.
Hearing them approach, Bed 4 stood up, unable to hide his joy, and turned to wave at them: "Here! There really is something under the roses!"
It was a jar about the size of a fist, buried quite deep and not yet fully unearthed, but you could see the roots of roses wrapped around its surface.
“It looks a bit like an urn,” Fang He said. “If it really is related to that sentence, it should be the ashes of a previous patient.”
"Which sentence?" Xiao Cheng was a little confused, as if she had missed a lot in just a few hours.
“Remember that promotional poster? The sentence highlighted in red in the interview,” Fang He explained, “Some people are lost in the darkness, and I plant flowers for them.”
"So it means planting flowers literally?"
"So we need to see what's in that jar." Fang He didn't make any definitive statements. "We saw bed number 3; he's definitely still alive, right?"
Bed number 3 was squatting there diligently digging in the soil; a dead person obviously couldn't have such vitality.
"Then what I saw last night..." Xiao Cheng had an indescribable strange feeling. The inconsistent loading time, the notes on the note, and what happened last night all seemed to point to the same thing.
She was the only odd one out here.
"Don't overthink it. Anything can happen in the dungeon," Fang He said. "I won't sleep tonight. If anything really happens, I'll definitely find out."
With the five of them working together, the jar was quickly and completely dug out.
Bed number 3 wiped the dirt off his face and casually pulled the roots that were tangled around the jar off: "The mouth of the jar is sealed with mud, do you want to open it?"
"We've already dug, let's start." Bed number 4 said without hesitation.
"But, but... what if there's something bad inside?" Su Xin shrank back a little in fear.
"This is the urn." Fang He took the urn, shook it gently, and didn't hear any strange noises. "Everyone, keep your distance, I'll open it." As he spoke, he took out a shard of a worn-out lunchbox from his pocket.
The sharp edge pried into the clay seal of the jar's mouth, and broken pieces of clay fell down with a rustling sound, opening the jar.
Fang He looked inside, paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly: "It's milk powder."
"What?" Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
Xiao Cheng was also stunned for a moment. She leaned closer to take a look and found that it was indeed milk powder. It looked quite fresh and had a rich milky aroma.
"What, what's going on?" Bed number 4 was a little hard to accept for a moment, and turned to look at the pit that had just been dug.
"Wait..." She squatted down and shoveled out two more large handfuls of soil. "Is there something else down there?"
Below is a tombstone that looks very old; its surface is weathered, and even the name is illegible.
In the center of the tombstone is a photograph of a girl whose features have been painted over with red paint, making her look quite eerie.
"The milk powder was also hers? A sacrifice?" Bed number 3 rubbed the photo hard with his fingertip, but the red paint was stuck on so firmly that it couldn't be wiped off at all.
Fang He and Xiao Cheng searched the can again, but unfortunately it only contained milk powder and no special clues as they had hoped.
"So, does this have anything to do with the truth?" Bed 4 asked. "This instance is too peaceful right now, there's no end in sight. We can't keep wasting time here."
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