Zhou Xiaoxiao remembered his friend's lost syringe and asked the nurse for the used one. The nurse was very kind; she put the medicine into the IV drip, removed the needle, and gave him the syringe. Zhou Xiaoxiao was overjoyed, feeling he could finally give his friend some closure. He carefully put the syringe in his pocket, his fingertips brushing against a piece of paper. He showed it to the nurse, "Sister, the ICU is room 31, right? Then which room is 30?" The nurse didn't take the ordinary piece of paper; she just peeked at it twice and replied with a smile, "The ICU is 312, and room 303 is this one!"
"The nurse even held up the medical record card from the bedside to show him, which clearly showed '#3031'."
Zhou Xiaoxiao was stunned. He held the note and examined it closely, trying to decipher its meaning. He felt an inexplicable tension and clung to the nurse's clothes, not wanting her to leave. The nurse smiled at him and pushed the medical cart to the next ward. After the sounds of washing up in the bathroom subsided, Zhou Xiaoxiao, for some reason, stuffed the note and syringe back into his pocket. Instead of looking at his friend who had come out, he turned his head to look at the small door on the inside of the bed. The door was still locked. He kicked it restlessly. Whether it was because people had been coming and going during the day or for some other reason, there wasn't a single cockroach in the crack.
"A little girl came into the next ward," her friend whispered to Zhou Xiaoxiao after returning from outside. "She's so pitiful. Her whole family was in a car accident, and she was the only one who wasn't seriously injured. Her parents are both dead. The little girl doesn't know yet!" Zhou Xiaoxiao, who had been looking downcast, widened her eyes. "Should we keep it a secret too?" Her friend nodded, somewhat confused. "I overheard it, so we should keep it a secret, right?" he said, then added, "Now that you've talked to me, are you no longer angry?"
Zhou Xiaoxiao scratched his head. He wasn't actually angry. Watching his friend awkwardly picking at the peeling white paint on the hospital bed with his fingernails, he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and handed it to him. "I asked the nurse for it." His friend's eyes lit up. He grabbed it, played with it for a while, then gave it back, pleading, "Come with me to find my syringe tonight! I don't want yours. Then we can both have syringes and play with sucking water." What's so fun about sucking water? Zhou Xiaoxiao thought to himself, but under his friend's expectant gaze, he nodded. "If we find it, we'll get out right away. I don't like it there." His friend agreed without hesitation.
As night fell, Zhou Xiaoxiao, having slept all afternoon, wasn't sleepy at night. He stayed up until midnight, finished his final rounds, and then, along with his friend, slipped out, repeating the same steps as the night before. The door to the small room was blocked by a piece of candy. Zhou Xiaoxiao gave his friend a thumbs-up, and his friend whispered, "The nurses rarely come here. You're lucky. I've been here for a long time, and the nurses have hardly ever opened this door." Zhou Xiaoxiao was delighted, feeling special. So, without hesitation, he stepped into the still-cold room. But after his friend entered, Zhou Xiaoxiao regretted it. The first thing he saw was the incubator half-blocking the door, and the second was incubator number #3124.
"'I had a dream yesterday,' my friend said as he closed the door. 'Unfortunately, I don't remember it very clearly when I woke up.' Zhou Xiaoxiao's attention was diverted. He asked, 'What did you dream about?' My friend looked down at the ground, looking for his lost syringe. 'I think I dreamed that a child asked me for something?' Zhou Xiaoxiao also looked down. He wanted to find the syringe quickly and get back to the ward, so he asked casually, 'What was it?' My friend didn't speak for a while. Zhou Xiaoxiao looked up curiously. My friend was bent over, frozen in place, seemingly looking at something."
"Zhou Xiaoxiao suddenly tensed up for no reason. 'What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?' A muffled voice came from his friend. Because he couldn't hear clearly, Zhou Xiaoxiao took two steps towards his friend. 'What's wrong with you?' His friend's head popped out, grinning at Zhou Xiaoxiao. But his head was sticking out from between his legs, and he spoke in a strange posture, 'He... asked me for his number slip!' Zhou Xiaoxiao was so frightened that he fell to the ground. He clutched his pounding heart, watched as his friend's face gradually turned ashen, screamed, threw the syringe and the slip of paper at him, and rushed out of the room."
"Before the room door was closed again, he heard his friend shout, 'Why are you running?' All night, Zhou Xiaoxiao hid in his hospital bed, shivering with his head covered by the blanket, and his friend didn't come back. The next day, Zhou Xiaoxiao mustered up the courage to find the nurse on duty and told her that his friend hadn't returned all night. The nurse went directly to the last room in the corridor he had mentioned, and Zhou Xiaoxiao followed her. They saw a small, half-open blue door. The nurse pushed the door open and said, 'This is the storage room where the cleaning lady keeps her tools. You kids are even curious about this place.' The storage room was empty, with mops and other supplies scattered around."
Zhou Xiaoxiao panicked. He grabbed the nurse and tried to explain, "But the little boy in my room really..." The nurse's smile held an undeniable certainty. "Xiaoxiao, are you mistaken? You're the only one in your room." Zhou Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded. He couldn't find the note or the syringe in the storage room and had no way to explain what had happened the past two nights. In the end, the nurse shooed him back to his room. That afternoon, a crying little girl moved into the bed that belonged to his friend. Her family had been in a car accident, and she was the only survivor. The little girl was very sad and cried all night. Zhou Xiaoxiao fell asleep uneasily amidst the crying. In his dream, he saw that cold room and the incubator half-blocking the doorway.
"Inside the once empty incubator, a little boy was huddled up, his face contorted by the glass, yet he still smiled broadly at Zhou Xiaoxiao. Zhou Xiaoxiao was jolted awake. When he woke up, he still vividly remembered the number on the outside of the incubator—#3032—and the two syringes the little boy was holding..."
After telling the story, Cheng Shuang nodded slightly. She then used a special area-of-effect effect on the last scene Zhou Xiaoxiao dreamed of: a little boy with a distorted face curled up in an incubator, his mouth silently asking, "Why did you run away?"
Cheng Shuang received an extra support bell compared to the previous two, and those who thought it wasn't scary shared a consistent reason: they believed the horror story had no suspense.
The fourth story is about a group of friends who go on a picnic and encounter danger. They assume that the others have had an accident, but in the end, they find out that the whole group has been wiped out.
To be honest, Cheng Shuang found it quite frightening, and the other party's tone was very evocative. After the girl pressed the bell, she was surprised to find that apart from her, number seven, and number nine, none of the others pressed the bell.
The reason is simple: I just don't like how it sounds.
Cheng Shuang frowned slightly, immediately understanding what was going on.
Since everyone is in a competitive relationship, the most competitive force should be eliminated at the very beginning.
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