Chapter 12: Dead Man's Phone Call

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"Don't open it—"

I was so frightened that I shouted and rushed over.

Fortunately, the door was only open a little, and when I bumped into it, it immediately closed with a bang.

The old man gave me a complaining look and said, "What are you doing?"

I was so angry that I yelled at him and asked him if he could open the door casually.

The old man curled his lips and disagreed.

After calming down, I felt strange again. The door of Room 404 was clearly locked, so how could it be opened so easily?

Is the lock broken?

While I was thinking about this, the sound of a baby crying came again.

This time it was even louder, and the sound was very close, as if it was sticking to the door, crying to the outside.

I shuddered, and a picture suddenly popped up in my mind - the baby was like a spider, with white limbs, clinging tightly to the door, its eyes looking at me outside.

"There must be a baby in this room, open the door!"

The old man's face darkened and he was about to push me away.

"Don't make trouble!"

I was really angry. I pried the old man's hand apart and said impatiently, "Think about it carefully. How could there be a baby in Room 404 in the middle of the night? And don't you find this sound strange? It was so far away just now, but suddenly it's so close. What does this mean?"

"It means the baby is coming."

The old man muttered something, and then his face suddenly changed.

The baby is coming?

He seemed to have thought of something, and his old face was filled with fear at that moment.

I lit a cigarette and smiled bitterly, "Judging from the crying sound, the baby is at most one or two months old. How can a one or two month old baby walk? Moreover, the sound was clearly coming from the middle of the door. Tell me, did he move a stool and stand on it to cry, or did he stick to the door like Spider-Man?"

The old man was silent.

Even if he was impulsive at this time, he knew that things were not that simple.

"Is it really the night cry of the god of death?" he murmured to himself.

Buzz buzz buzz——

The cell phone rang. It was Sister Sun calling.

She asked me why I hung up the phone just now?

I told her about the crying baby 404 .

Sister Sun's voice immediately became tense, and she kept reminding me not to open 404 and that she would come to Building D right away.

After waiting for a while, Sister Sun appeared.

It was a hot day, and perhaps considering the temperature difference in Building D, she wore a big windbreaker, and her hair was a little messy. When she saw me and the old man, she said sternly, "Stay away from that door!"

I grabbed the reluctant old man and pulled him away.

Sister Sun was standing in front of the door. She obviously heard the shrill cry of the baby. Her face turned pale and she turned to ask me, when did this sound appear?

"Probably more than two hours," I replied.

"You guys have never opened 404, right?" Sister Sun stared at me and said.

I glanced at the old man and shook my head: "No."

Sister Sun's eyes were clearly filled with suspicion, but she couldn't care less now. She mustered up her courage, leaned against the door, and knocked on it gently.

Boom boom boom!

Strangely enough, as soon as she opened the door, the crying inside stopped abruptly.

Sister Sun breathed a sigh of relief and said to me, "Go back and rest, everything is fine."

I frowned: "No, what if there is really a baby in there?"

"Don't worry, there can't be a baby in Building D." Sister Sun forced a smile.

"How come it's gone? I heard it just now!" the old man said anxiously.

Sister Sun asked who he was, and I said he was the patient who was sent there today. She nodded and told me to go back and rest quickly.

I'm still worried.

"You don't listen to me?"

Sister Sun frowned and her tone was a little cold.

This was the first time I saw her angry. She felt a little weak, but she still stubbornly said, "Human lives are at stake. We can't just let this go so lightly."

Sister Sun said impatiently, "What human life? There was no one in there. The crying sound just now was caused by the excessive air pressure in the room because no one had lived there for a long time... I patted it twice, and the air pressure dissipated, so the sound disappeared. Okay, go back and rest."

I knew Sister Sun was determined to let me go and it was useless to insist, so I had to pat the old man on the shoulder and signal him to go.

He was obviously unhappy, but he also realized that Sister Sun's identity was not ordinary, so he returned to Ward 403 in a huff.

As they walked to the first floor, Sister Sun's tone softened and she said, "Zhiyong, don't always think about getting to the bottom of some things, and don't be dominated by excessive sympathy... To put it bluntly, Building D doesn't need sympathy. People who are sympathetic will only get into trouble easily."

I stopped, looked at Sister Sun and said, "Sister Sun, I don't understand what you mean."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember those four taboos... and you will always be safe." Sister Sun looked a little unnatural.

Then, she changed the subject and asked me, "Have you ever worn the red vest she gave me?"

I said, "No."

She made me wear it at all times.

I couldn't help it and said, "Sister Sun, I can't understand why the hospital created Building D. Is it to keep these patients alive? No, I only see that they are living a life worse than death here. Every night, they panic, some cry, and some scream in pain from the torture of the disease... But the hospital doesn't care at all. There is not even a nurse here at night. Why is a place that saves the dying so indifferent? And those four rules are weirder than the other. What the hell..."

"Okay, Zhiyong."

Sister Sun interrupted me, looking exhausted. "The original intention of the hospital to build Building D must be good, but no institution in the world can be perfect. The hospital is not a welfare center. The premise of saving lives is to have funds. If the funds are not enough, how can we save people?"

"As for the nurse you mentioned, coincidentally, the hospital will arrange a night shift nurse to come tomorrow. Shouldn't you be relieved?"

She has said so much, what else can I say?

I let out a breath and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Sun."

She shook her head and left.

Staring at Sister Sun's slim back, question marks popped up one after another in my mind.

The crying sound caused by air pressure?

This reason is ridiculous, even more ridiculous than the 404 error.

I am sure that Sister Sun must be hiding a lot of things from me.

She went to the door and knocked on it, and the crying stopped. How does this work?

Or in other words, is it sending a communication signal to the "person" inside?

Tell “him” to stop making noise?

I scratched my hair and went back to the lounge, feeling extremely tired.