Chapter 11 The Cry of a Baby
Brother Liu?
I stared at the dark shadow in front of me, not daring to move, my whole body as stiff as a piece of wood.
"Doctor Tian."
The dark shadow suddenly spoke.
The voice sounds familiar.
I was startled and took out my cell phone to light it up, only to find that it was not Liu Bin at all, but the old man.
"Grandpa, why are you here? You almost scared me to death." I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly.
The old man didn't say anything for a long time. Under the light of the mobile phone, his face looked extremely solemn and he seemed to be twitching.
"Doctor Tian, am I dying?"
I was stunned and asked, "Why do you say that?"
The old man said that he heard the cry of death at night.
The night cry of the god of death?
I didn't react for a moment, and I didn't have time to ask. It was only a dozen seconds before two o'clock, so I quickly pulled the old man outside.
When we got outside, I asked him, what is the night cry of the god of death?
The old man said with a gloomy face that he had just heard crying sounds from next door, which sounded a bit like a baby crying, and it kept him from sleeping.
I thought to myself, what is this? It’s just crying.
Explain to him that it must be the wild cat outside that is in heat.
"No, it's not a wild cat. I can tell the sound of a wild cat!" The old man said seriously, "Also, the crying sound didn't come from outside the window, but..."
"And what?"
"It came from the next room."
I frowned and said it was impossible, there were no pregnant women living in Building D, let alone babies.
"If you don't believe me, come with me and you'll know!" The old man was anxious. He pulled my hand and walked to the fourth floor without saying anything.
I was a little reluctant, but as a night watchman after all, I had to be responsible for the patients, so I had to bite the bullet and follow him.
When we got to the fourth floor, we searched around and there was no baby crying at all.
"Right, old man, you must have heard it wrong." I said with a smile.
"Impossible! The baby has been crying for several hours. I couldn't sleep because of the noise, so I came to find you!" said the old man firmly.
"That's probably the cat's meow."
The old man was still stubborn and said that he must have heard it right. I wanted to leave, but he wanted me to stay here, etc.
I know that he is overly worried about death and has a psychological fear.
Actually, it is understandable.
Even heroes who have fought on the battlefield cannot avoid being afraid when facing death.
The difference is that on the battlefield there is faith, passion, and hatred, and even if you die, you will die without regrets and with glory.
But waiting to die in a hospital is another matter.
Especially, in this dark and spooky Building D, even the most optimistic person can become suspicious all day long.
To reassure the old man, I decided to stay here for a while.
I asked the old man to go back to the ward to rest and I stood guard at the door. The old man rolled his eyes and said, "How can that be possible? How can I let you stand guard for me?"
He insisted to accompany me without any explanation.
I didn't insist anymore, took out my phone and browsed the web casually.
After about half an hour, the air seemed to have dropped a lot and became a little cold.
There is no air conditioning outside the corridor, but it is shaded and humid here, and the high-rise building of the morgue next door blocks the western sun, so Building D is almost never warm all year round.
I rubbed my hands and wondered whether I should go back to the lounge to get a coat.
At this moment, there was a sudden cry of "Aiya, aya".
The sound was harsh and rapid.
I shuddered and stood up immediately.
"Did you hear that? I said there was a baby crying!"
The old man said excitedly.
I didn't say anything, feeling that the crying sound must be coming from nearby.
Start walking along the first ward on the right.
The crying became clearer and clearer.
It's a bit like someone shouting "no" and "no" in your ear.
I felt irritated and was eager to find the "murderer".
But, this shouldn’t be possible. How could there be a baby in Building D?
The further to the left I walked, the colder I felt.
Although I don't want to believe it, the fact is right in front of me now - the crying sound came from 404 .
The old man walked up to me and frowned, "It seems that no one is living in this ward?"
I thought to myself that not only was no one living there, but the doors were also locked.
"Hey, what is this?"
The old man walked to the door of Room 404 carelessly and fiddled with the small mirror on the door beam.
"Don't move!"
I immediately became nervous and rushed over to stop the old man.
Seeing the old man looking at me in confusion, I explained to him that this was a restricted area of Building D and that people were not allowed to mess around.
The old man didn't take it seriously and sneered, "What restricted area? There must be something shameful hidden there! Get out of the way and let me open the door and take a look."
"No, don't do that, old man. Just cooperate with my work. If this door is opened, I will probably lose my job." I said hurriedly.
He looked at me deeply and said, "Okay, I won't make it difficult for you, but the problem now is, there's a baby in there. Are we just going to leave it alone? Isn't that murder?"
As he spoke, the baby inside started crying even louder.
Actually, I also feel something is wrong. The door of 404 is locked. Even if there is a wild cat, it should not be able to get in, right?
Could it be that the window inside is not closed?
"I'll call my boss."
I took out my cell phone and called Sister Sun.
It was past two in the morning, so Sister Sun must have fallen asleep. It took a long time before she answered the phone, and her voice was a little tired: "Zhiyong, it's so late, what's the matter?"
"Sister Sun, it's like this, Ward 404..."
I stopped talking halfway, my eyes widened, and I looked towards the old man in horror.
He had walked to the door of Room 404 at some point, bent his waist, held the door handle with one hand, and pushed the door open with a creak...
