Hiding in a completely sealed hospital ward, reading the terrifying diary left by the deceased, the moment the diary was closed, the horrific scene described in the diary appeared in front of me. ? ｗｗ?ｗ?． ?

Scissors could no longer pretend. He firmly believed that anyone would collapse in such a situation.

The narrow glass window was occupied by several pale faces. Through a door, Scissors could clearly see the expressions on those people's faces.

“They’re looking at me!”

Scissors couldn't breathe, as if a pair of cold hands reached into his chest and gripped his trachea. He had no strength in his body and was almost collapsing.

"Found you." The eerie voice sounded again. His calves trembled. All his attention was attracted by the faces outside the door. It took him a long time to realize that the voice just now did not seem to come from outside the door.

Fear was like electric currents running through his nerves. Scissors opened his eyes wide and looked behind him almost instinctively.

In the closet where he had just hidden, there was a man in a hospital gown squatting.

The man was not tall, his legs were in plaster, his left eye was pierced by a pencil, his nose was crooked, and all ten of his fingers were hidden in his sleeves.

There were shoe prints and blood stains on his hospital gown left by the scissors, and it was obvious that he had been "staying" in the cabinet.

"I found you." His tone was cold, as if he was a puppet. The expression on his face was very special, as if he had found a new toy, with a hint of excitement and a kind of happiness that ordinary people could not understand.

The ghost had been in the closet the whole time. When Scissors thought about how long he had stayed in the dark and narrow closet, he got goose bumps all over his body.

The person left behind by the "fellow patient" in the diary appeared in front of him, even though he should have been dead for a long time.

The scissors stood between the owner of the diary and the ward door, caught in a dilemma. The situation before them was even more difficult to resolve than having a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

"Calm down, don't panic. I've watched more than a dozen horror movies and played dozens of horror games before I came here. I'm fully prepared and I'm sure I can find a way to crack it."

My brain was working fast, but there was no similar scene in either horror games or horror movies. I was forced to make a choice between a ghost and a group of ghosts in the ward.

The cold sweat on his forehead could not stop dripping down, and Scissors' heart was beating violently: "There is a ghost behind him and a group of ghosts in front of him. Normally, it is safer to stay in the house, but if he does not escape from this room, he will die slowly and completely lose the initiative. Even if he wants to die, he will not be able to die. Just like the owner of the diary, his eyes were poked out, his legs were broken, and he can only stay here forever to play with other ghosts."

When Scissors thought that what happened in the diary might happen to him, he shuddered: "While I still have the ability to move, I must escape."

His chest, which had been rising and falling violently, slowly returned to normal. He held his breath and looked at the window on the door: "Fight with them! I'll rush to the third floor first, then jump out of the window and leave!"

Scissors felt that he had made the best choice in the desperate situation. He clenched the scissors tightly, and under the gaze of the patients, he suddenly shouted loudly, then rushed towards the ward door screaming wildly.

As he was moving, something coincidental happened: footsteps were heard on the other side of the corridor.

The sound seemed to come from the emergency passage on the second floor. It was a bit chaotic and there seemed to be more than one person coming.

He suddenly screamed, scaring another group of people who were rushing towards this side in the corridor. When he rushed to the door, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man coming from six or seven meters away outside the door.

"Fuck! That ghost is here! Run back! Run back!"

The faces on the glass quickly dispersed. Scissors no longer cared about anything at this time. He waved the scissors and rushed out of the ward like crazy, heading straight for the third floor.

Arms, thighs, shoulders, he felt like several hands were grabbing him at the same time!

"Let me go!"

He pointed the scissors in his hand at the backpack and stabbed it hard. Something in the package was punctured and a large amount of dark red blood flowed out.

He was like a manic patient, throwing the blood in his backpack around and around himself, covering his body and the ground.

While splattering blood and laughing wildly, it has to be said that in terms of momentum alone, the scissors have suppressed those "patients" who were playing hide-and-seek.

After spilling the blood, Scissors rushed to the third floor without stopping, but when he reached the third floor, something happened that made him despair.

The windows on the third floor are not equipped with anti-theft nets, but are all sealed with wooden boards.

It would take at least some time to open the wooden board, and the monsters in the hospital would never give the scissors that much time.

"Once we stop, those monsters will definitely attack me. They will probably try every possible way to make me stay and play with them. If I resist, I will end up like the patient whose eyes were gouged out and whose legs were broken."

Scissors calmed down. He looked behind him and saw blood all over the floor. The hospital looked much more horrible than before, but most of it was caused by his own hands.

"I don't know if black dog blood is useful. Some time ago, I saw someone on a forum filming a short video of encountering a ghost and asking for help. He was standing in the toilet in front of the mirror and trying to summon ghosts. At that time, an expert commented that black dog blood is specifically used to ward off evil spirits..."

“Bang!”

The sound coming from downstairs made Scissors nervous. He looked towards the second floor and saw footprints appearing on the black dog blood that had not yet solidified.

There are only footprints but no one can be seen, so it is obvious who the footprints belong to.

"Luckily I have other cards." Scissors forced himself to comfort himself. He dragged his backpack and ran deep into the corridor. "The windows of the ward are all locked. I don't know if the utility room and the bathroom are locked. The other party may ignore such places."

With the last glimmer of hope, Scissors went into the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he entered, he saw a very strange scene: the doors of all five toilets were closed, and four of them showed that there were people inside!

"Stop playing with me!"

The scissors wailed in his heart. He looked up at the bathroom window and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in his heart.

The bathroom window was not sealed with wooden boards, probably because someone had wanted to leave here before and had pried open two wooden boards.

"If I just get rid of one more piece of wood, I should be able to squeeze out!"

Rushing to the window, he tried to remove the wooden board with the large scissors in his hands, but the ghosts in the hospital seemed to be playing a trick on him. Suddenly, there were rapidly approaching footsteps in the corridor.

“Hurry up!”

Racing against time, Scissors used all his strength to try to pry the wooden board open. All his attention was focused on the window. He never expected that the toilet door would be knocked open in just a few seconds.

With a bang, his heart was trembling, and his hand lost its grip, and the big scissors stuck between the wooden board and the window fell directly!

"Fuck!"

The only weapon fell outside the hospital. Scissors stood there for a full second, then carried the bag into the only unlocked compartment.

He really wanted to hit himself hard, but he held back because he thought the loud noise would attract evil spirits.

"It's over! Scissors is out, but I'm not out yet! I shouldn't have given myself this nickname earlier!" Scissors clenched his teeth, tensed his muscles, covered his mouth and nose, and dared not breathe hard.

He kept repeating in his mind, "Don't find me, don't find me," but when he lowered his head and looked down, he became even more desperate.

He had just splashed himself with black dog blood, and every step he took would leave a bloody shoe print. His whereabouts had been completely exposed, and anyone who was not blind could basically find him.

"This is totally different from what I expected! Which link went wrong?"

His face was pale, the scissors had given up, and he was basically in a stage of waiting to die.

"It's a pity that I haven't found my brother yet..."

He hid in the toilet cubicle in fear, but after a few minutes, no one came to find him.

"Didn't they find me? That's impossible. The footprints I left pointed directly to this cubicle. Even a fool would know that I'm here." Scissors moved forward and tried to open the door. When his hand touched the cubicle door, it immediately bounced back: "No, those guys may be outside the door! As soon as I open the door, several faces will probably squeeze in. They're waiting for me to get out by myself."

"Yes, we can't go out. Let's just wait like this. Every second counts." Scissors kept its position and didn't even dare to turn its head: "As long as I can't see it, it doesn't exist."

Holding the worn-out package in both hands, the black dog's blood was all over him, but he didn't feel the scissors were dirty. "The bathroom is a very common place in horror movies, and it's very dangerous. Let me think about it. Has anyone ever successfully escaped from the bathroom?"

After thinking for a long time, Scissors became more and more scared. The bathroom seemed to be a place of death in horror movies. He couldn't think of a way to escape, but he thought of several scary scenes from horror movies.

"The doors of the toilets next to me were all locked, which meant there must be someone inside! It's over. There's a ghost story like this: when I went to the toilet in the middle of the night, a hand reached out from the cubicle and asked me if I wanted blue paper or red paper."

Cold sweat slid down my cheeks, and the scenes from the horror movies appeared before my eyes, and the anticipated horror plot was likely to become a reality!

"What if a hand reaches in and asks me for paper? Should I tell it that I'm actually a girl-dressing boy who likes to pee while squatting? That I don't need paper at all? But it may not believe me even if I tell it!"

“Bang!”

The toilet door was pushed open again, and the sound was obviously much louder than the first time, as if something even more terrifying came in.

Scissors immediately stopped daydreaming, covered his mouth, and became extremely nervous.

“Bang!”

The door of the first toilet stall was violently broken open, and Scissors' heart trembled violently: "It is checking the toilet cubicle, don't come over, don't come over!"

Contrary to his expectations, the doors of the first few compartments were all broken open violently, and the last sound of footsteps stopped outside the compartment where he was.

"It's over. This is really cold."

…

There was a scream from downstairs. The doctor stopped and looked at Chen Ge in front of him: "This place is a bit weird. Why don't we go down first? It's safer for us to stay together."

"It's more likely to get into trouble if we're with them. Don't forget that smiling man is still downstairs. He might be the one who attacked other passengers." Chen Ge came to the top floor, and under the shocked gaze of the doctor, he took out a skull crusher from his backpack and smashed open the door leading to the roof.

"You... look very familiar with this place. Have you been here before?" the doctor asked cautiously.

"One of my employees lives in Liwan Town, so I have been here. Although the blood mist has covered the city, the internal structures of these buildings have not changed." Chen Ge climbed to the roof.

"Your staff?"

"Yes, I work as a props guy in the park. I made this hammer myself. It looks exaggerated, but it's actually useless." Chen Ge walked straight to the water tanks and opened them all. He found that there was no corpse of the mobile phone ghost inside: "This should still be reality."

The gate is out of control, and the blood mist inside drifts out, slowly eroding the town. Perhaps after a while, Liwan Town will be completely changed by the blood mist and become the connecting point between the world behind the gate and the world outside the gate.

"What are you looking at?" The doctor also came up.

"The fog is too thick. I want to see if there is any danger around me, but unfortunately I can't see anything." Chen Ge made up an excuse: "Let's go down."

Back on the first floor, bus No. 104 was still there, but there was no passenger to be seen.

"There should be something in the building, but we were lucky and didn't see it." The doctor was nervous. He stood next to Chen Ge and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Actually, I've been to this place before. It was filled with blood mist..."

"Let's talk later. There seems to be a scream over there." Chen Ge's five senses are far superior to those of ordinary people. He carried his backpack and travel bag and walked to the other side of the road.

"Hey! Be careful!" The doctor's advice was of no use to Chen Ge. He could only follow Chen Ge and move forward.

Walking along the road, Chen Ge vaguely saw a person waving at the intersection, but the person had his back to him.

"Finally found an indigenous person." He quickened his pace, but the vague outline of the person waving slowly disappeared in the fog.

Chen Ge was unwilling to let the other party go, so he chased for a distance and only stopped when he passed a hospital.

"Why is this guy lying here?" Chen Ge found a drunk man slumped in front of the hospital entrance, foaming at the mouth, looking like he was about to die.

"He looks like he's been frightened." The doctor shook his head. "I'm a surgeon. I don't have much experience with this kind of situation. I can only give it a try. Whether I can wake him up depends on luck."

"Here." Chen Ge handed the backpack to the doctor: "I have more experience in this area."

He unbuttoned the drunk's collar and belt, tilted his head back slightly, making him lie flat on his back with his head down, then pressed his philtrum rhythmically, followed by chest compressions. The whole set of movements was impeccable and standard, as if they were copied from a textbook.

Two or three minutes later, the drunkard slowly woke up. After seeing Chen Ge's face clearly, his expression finally relaxed a little, but he soon became nervous again. He pointed in a certain direction and said, "Don't go to that room. There is a laughing human-faced dog in it. It is a curse."

"Don't worry, I'll take you back to the bus station first."

Chen Ge wanted to help the drunk man up, but he grabbed Chen Ge and said, "Don't go back! There was a mop ghost in the building we first entered, and there was a hanged ghost in the stairs! Don't go back!"

“Are there so many ghosts?”

"Really! I'm not lying to you! I now suspect that there is a ghost story hidden in every building, and there is a ghost in every room!" The drunk man was shaking.

"There is a ghost in every house? Doesn't that mean that every house can be turned into a separate horror scene?" Chen Ge's eyes flashed, and he glanced at the surrounding buildings. His expression was completely different from when he first came here.

"That's the correct understanding." The drunk man didn't know what Chen Ge was thinking. "By the way, don't go into the hospital next to me. I just heard a few screams!"