"When was it put up?" The middle-aged man held the medical record with his eyes wide open. He didn't feel anything at all.

"I..." The boy was very afraid of his father and he hid behind his mother.

"I asked you to speak! But you didn't say anything when it was your turn!" The middle-aged man pulled the boy out from behind his mother and grabbed his small clothes: "Where was it posted? When was it posted? What does the person who posted this paper look like?"

"On the first floor, when I passed a ward, the door was half open, and I saw a hand reaching out and sticking the paper on your back." The boy didn't know whether he was afraid of his father or the hand: "I wanted to warn you at that time, but another face appeared behind the door. His skin was gray, and he secretly told me that he was playing hide-and-seek and asked me not to tell you."

"You won't say anything if he tells you not to?" The middle-aged man raised his hand and slapped the boy in the face, "You are such a loser, just like your mother. Sooner or later, you will kill me!"

He looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and the crooked words on it made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Come find me? I'd be a fool if I really went to find you!" The middle-aged man crumpled up the medical record and threw it on the ground. It was not known whether it was a coincidence or not, but the photo on the medical record was facing upwards towards the middle-aged man.

"What bad luck." The middle-aged man stepped hard on the paper ball and glanced at the other side of the passage. "The monsters on the road didn't chase us. They must have given up. Let's go inside and take a look. When I ran in just now, I remembered there was an exit at the back of this building."

After hearing what the little boy said, the middle-aged man didn't dare to go back the way he came. He looked at the wards on both sides of the corridor, his palms full of cold sweat.

"Aren't we going to look for that brother?" the boy looked up and asked timidly.

"Looking for him? Are you looking for death? Hurry up and escape from this damn place first." The middle-aged man grabbed his wife's shoulders and said, "Keep an eye on him and don't run around. The people in the underworld building have two different attitudes towards adults and children..."

As he spoke, he walked forward, but his pants were grabbed by the little boy: "What's wrong with you?"

"Dad, he's playing hide and seek with us."

"Nonsense, I know." The middle-aged man pushed the boy away and said, "Are you really going to play hide-and-seek with ghosts in this damn place?"

"But if we don't go find him, he will be the one to come find us later." The little boy said this very seriously. His very innocent voice brought an indescribable sense of terror to the middle-aged man's ears.

"Ghost, will it come to us?" According to the rules of the game, this kind of thing might indeed happen. The middle-aged man's face changed in an instant.

Whether he was looking for ghosts or being looked for by ghosts, it was a very difficult thing for him to accept.

"No, this is a trap. Even if we find the ghost, it will come looking for us after the game characters change! Let's go! Don't stay here."

The middle-aged man grabbed the boy, picked him up, called his wife, and ran along the emergency passage.

…

Holding a pair of sharp scissors, the "murderer" who called himself Scissors stood alone on the first floor of the town hospital.

"Cattle and sheep travel in herds, only wild animals walk alone, so murderers must be lonely." Veins appeared on the back of his scissor hands, and it can be seen that he is very nervous now: "The town covered by blood mist, this is completely different from the terminal recorded in my brother's diary. Did he write it wrong, or did I get off at the wrong station?"

Scissors touched his face, and when his fingers touched the wound, he clenched his lips in pain.

This guy behaves completely differently when he's alone than when he's in the car.

"If I don't want to be treated as a prey, I have to disguise myself as a hunter. I can't repeat my brother's mistake." Scissors took a few steps forward. The hospital late at night was ten times more terrifying than during the day. If the lights were not turned on, the horror would increase twenty times.

"Don't panic. The most dangerous place should be the safest place. Only by doing the opposite can you survive here." He comforted himself in his heart, but his legs couldn't move forward. His body instinctively resisted: "Don't be afraid. The more afraid you are of those things, the more likely they will come looking for you. Along the way, I heard screams and wails from other directions, but I didn't encounter anything here. This already proves that my idea is correct."

He clenched the scissors in his hand, encouraged himself, and took a step towards the corridor on the left side of the hospital.

As he took a step forward, two footsteps were heard in the hall, one was his, and the other was the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

"It must be an illusion. There is nothing behind me, nothing..." He kept repeating it in his mouth. The scissors were hypnotizing him. He felt that he was almost accustomed to the existence of the sound. "I am too nervous. The sound should disappear after I get out. Now there are still five or six hours before dawn. I just need to endure it."

Scissors was thinking a lot. Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, raised his hand and slapped himself hard: "You came here to find your brother, how can you only think about your own life?"

The image of his brother flashed through his mind, and Scissors' eyes became much more resolute: "I have been preparing for this day for five months. I still have a lot of cards that I haven't used yet. There is no need to panic."

He forced himself not to be afraid, then held the scissors in his left hand and the worn bag that had stopped dripping blood in his right hand.

"I look fierce in this look. There was a passenger in the car just now who was dressed similarly to me. He must also be a man with a story, but he is obviously not as well prepared as I am." Scissors had an inexplicable confidence in himself. He ignored the sound of high heels behind him and walked in the hospital corridor.

The hospital was not big and there were not many wards. Before Scissors had taken a few steps outside, he heard a strange noise coming from the second floor.

"It seems to be coming from the safe passage. Who is there?" Licking his lips, Scissors recalled the classic moves of various murderers in the movies and reached for the second floor with the weapon in his hand.

There was a gust of cold wind in the corridor. The doors of several wards were half open. Because there was no light, all the rooms were pitch black and it was impossible to see what was inside.

"Anyone there?"

Scissors took every step very carefully. When passing a ward, he suddenly discovered something. The footsteps that had been following him disappeared.

"Why did it suddenly disappear?"

He was still a little uncomfortable, so he looked back and found that someone had stuck a piece of paper on his shoulder.

"Come to see me?"