The light dissipated, and Chu Ping looked at everything in front of him with a shocked face. On the snow-white walls, various words were crookedly written, and the bright red fonts looked so dazzling.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"
If you look closely, you will see the word "go die" written repeatedly on the white wall. Each word seems to be the most vicious curse.
"The smell of blood is so strong, the words on the wall were written in blood!"
The confinement room is not big, and the layout of the room can be seen clearly at a glance.
Chu Ping took a few steps forward and his eyes fell on the wooden bed in the corner.
The moldy green bed board was surrounded by scratches. If you looked closely, you could see that there were some dark black marks inside the scratches.
"Those carvings look like they were scratched out with fingers. The dark colors inside should be the blood stains remaining on them."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes and stared at the wooden bed carefully, and a faint musty smell wafted into his nose.
"What kind of desperate things did he go through to become like this?"
Looking at the bloody words on the surrounding walls one after another, Chu Ping could even think of the state in which the person who was imprisoned here was in writing these words "go die".
"Who on earth was locked up here and wrote these words."
Chu Ping walked to the moldy wooden bed, and the strong musty smell made him feel dizzy.
"There's only one bed in the whole room."
Chu Ping seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes slowly moved to the foot of the bed.
"Under the bed is the only blind spot in the room. Is there anything hidden there?"
Thinking of this, Chu Ping bent down and looked under the bed.
The yellowed sheets separated the bottom of the bed, as if it were another small world filled with a dark musty smell.
Slowly lifting the sheets, the horror he imagined did not appear.
"Nothing at all?"
Just when Chu Ping was about to get up, his eyes suddenly fell on the deepest corner under the bed.
"It seems like a book."
Chu Ping resisted the dizziness caused by the musty smell, reached out and took out the book hidden in the corner under the bed.
The yellowed book cover gives it a sense of age.
"This is... a diary?"
Chu Ping now has an inexplicable fear of things like diaries. "I seem to have a connection with diaries."
Opening the cover of the diary, what comes into view is a line of bloody words.
"Go to hell, go to hell, leave my consciousness, go to hell!"
Every word was written with great force, as if it was going to penetrate the diary directly.
"What exactly did the director of the diary experience here... It seems that he mentioned that something invaded his consciousness, but he didn't know exactly what it was."
Thinking of this, Chu Ping subconsciously touched the back of his neck. In his mind, it seemed that someone had done something similar.
"My consciousness seems to have been invaded, but why didn't I react at all?"
Chu Ping frowned. As for his previous memory, Chu Ping was still stuck in the time when he was led here by someone suspected of being Little Loli No. 3.
"At that time, I just felt like I was carrying a huge boulder behind me. In the end I couldn't even stand upright. I didn't have any memory after that. Could it be that I was invaded into my consciousness at that time? Then why am I fine now? ?”
Chu Ping touched the back of his neck, and suddenly thought of the boundless sea of blood he had dreamed about before, and the man whose appearance he couldn't clearly see clearly.
"Is it related to him?"
Chu Ping slowly opened the second page of the diary. What surprised Chu Ping was that all the words on it were covered in red, leaving only a string of numbers in the lower right corner.
"Did someone leave this string of numbers on purpose? 316..."
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. In his memory, the only thing that could be associated with these three numbers was the disappearing door.
"This diary belongs to Patient No. 16."
Chu Ping didn't know whether he was happy or worried. Ever since he entered here through the bloody door, he had always thought that this place was the memory left by No. 2. However, as things developed, Chu Ping realized that something was wrong.
"If this is the memory of No. 2, then why is there no information related to No. 2? Including the blank diary in Ward No. 2, it is impossible for No. 2 to have written nothing, otherwise it would exist What’s the meaning?”
Thinking about it carefully, Chu Ping found that everything he knew about No. 2 seemed to be from the mouths of No. 1 and No. 3 little lolita.
"There should be only one answer, and that is that this is the memory of No. 16, that is, the memory of the real owner of the bloody door. As for why No. 3 and No. 1 are different here, it is obvious that the foreign people here are I'm not the only one."
Chu Ping continued to flip through the diary.
"This page is like a real diary."
Chu Ping sat cross-legged on the ground, and then carefully read the contents of the diary.
"the next day.
This is my second day in the solitary room. The doctor told me that as long as I stay here for ten days, my illness will be cured and I can go out of the hospital. I haven’t seen my doctor for a long time. My family is gone, I don’t know if they miss me.
I brought this diary in secretly from outside. If the doctor finds out, he will definitely confiscate it. I have to hide it well.
The third day.
??????????????????I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, such as my name.
The doctor said that I was the last patient to come here, and Ward 316 is where I live. From that time on, they have been calling me Number 16, but I know that my name is not this, but now I am, I can't remember what my name is at all.
Maybe I have forgotten many things besides my name.
Fortunately, the doctor sent me a roommate. I had met that roommate. She was number 3 and she came a long time before me.
The roommate is a little girl, she looks about seven or eight years old, but she doesn't look like someone who is sick at all, but why does she appear in the hospital? "
Chu Ping was a little surprised when he saw this. He clearly remembered that Little Loli No. 3 told him that she had never entered the solitary room.
"It looks like Number Three must have lied to me."
Chu Ping touched his earlobe carelessly, wondering what he was thinking.
"The words that were blacked out on the first page should be the diary of the first day here on the 16th, but why were they blacked out? Is there anything recorded in it?"
Chu Pingzai carefully read the first page that had just been painted out in red. Except for the three numbers "316" in the lower right corner, nothing could be seen clearly.
"Can't see anything."
Chu Ping was a little helpless and had no choice but to continue to turn to the next page.
"The fourth day.
My roommate seems a little weird..."
