Chapter 30: The Living Night Watchman
That black shadow, like a spider, climbed down along the stairs above...
My face turned pale instantly, and I asked in a trembling voice: "What...what is this?"
"I don't know." Cheng Xiaoyan was also frightened and shook her head blankly.
I zoomed in a little more.
This time, it was clearer.
The black shadow was a doll-like thing with a very large head and was wearing a black dress...
There was a buzzing sound in my ears, as if I was pricked by a sharp needle, and my whole body felt numb!
"It's the baby boy in black!" I blurted out.
"The baby boy in black?" Cheng Xiaoyan looked at me in surprise. "It's the baby boy you just told me about, the one you saw in Room 404..."
"Yes, that's it!" I said with a trembling voice.
Although I couldn't see it clearly, from its body shape and the black clothes wrapped around it, I could tell that this "thing" was the baby boy in black! !
Unspeakable fear surged into my heart like a tide.
The baby boy in black who was locked in Room 404 actually climbed down from upstairs...
"Go a little faster and take a look!" said Cheng Xiaoyan.
I quickly turned the monitor to the front.
It’s still slow motion, and then the picture is enlarged.
It can be seen that the baby boy in black just keeps crawling down, but he doesn't really crawl down.
It lasted for about ten minutes, then it shrank its neck and disappeared at the stairs again.
"Gone?" I frowned.
Cheng Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, her forehead covered with sweat, and said, "I don't know why, but when I saw this little thing, I felt an inexplicable panic, as if I had encountered the god of death."
Her feelings were similar to mine. Although it was just a baby with a big head and ugly appearance, it could bring people a sense of despair and fear deep into their bones.
It is hard to imagine what terrible things would happen if you met the baby boy in black head-on ?
We checked the surveillance footage again and only left after we were sure there were no new clues.
Taking the elevator back to the first floor, I felt mixed emotions.
A trip to the monitoring room seemed to have yielded some results, but in fact the mystery was only growing.
The "me" in the surveillance video is completely different from my own memory of last night.
My memory is that after sending Cheng Xiaoyan back to the ward, I lay outside for a nap. When I woke up, I was probably stuck because I had broken a taboo. I tried all kinds of methods on the Internet but none of them worked. In the end, I peed on the wall and that was the solution. It was only when I returned to the lounge that I realized I had walked into the wrong room. Then a baby boy in black appeared. I was so desperate that I heard coughing and cursing outside the door. I lost consciousness and was woken up by Cheng Xiaoyan...
Yes, this should be my real memory.
but why?
Why are the behaviors in the surveillance video so different from my memory?
"Hey, Zhiyong, why are you so listless ?"
A voice interrupted my thoughts.
It’s Liu Fuqiang, he’s here to work.
"No, it's okay." I forced a smile.
He glanced at me, frowned and said, "You don't look very well, your forehead is dark, did you encounter something strange last night?"
I was in a very bad mood and didn't want to talk much, so I just responded casually and left.
I first brought breakfast to my mother, chatted with her for a while, and then went to school.
When I got to the class, Chen Wei asked me how Cheng Xiaoyan was doing. I said she was doing well. So, were you planning to go check on her again?
He shook his head and said that the hospital was a place that made him feel worse every time he went there. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he thought about his loved ones lying there one day.
I patted his shoulder and said nothing.
I slept on the table throughout the whole day of classes.
The classroom was still noisy and bustling, and the teacher was still like a robot, holding the book and repeating what he had said countless times.
Without Cheng Xiaoyan's disturbance, I slept soundly.
It was not until Chen Wei woke me up that I looked at the empty classroom and realized that it was time to go home.
My heart felt empty for no apparent reason.
Suddenly I really hope that when I am sleeping, someone will deliberately make a loud noise in my ear, pretend to bump into me accidentally, and ask me in a nosy way where I went to have fun last night?
However, this person may never appear in the class again.
I returned to Aiken Hospital and brought dinner to my mother. As usual, she asked me how my studies were going in class, whether I was taking good care of myself, and not to overwork myself.
All kinds of nagging, but I feel happy listening to it.
I don't know how long I can keep listening to this nagging.
At least, I am not alone now.
Unlike Cheng Xiaoyan, who fell seriously ill and lived alone in Building D waiting to die... None of her so-called friends and sisters came to see her, and even her only relative, her grandmother, Cheng Xiaoyan showed obvious fear.
When I arrived at Ward 105, she was having dinner.
The food in Building D is terrible. It's basically just boiled cabbage, tofu, potatoes and so on. There's no oil or water, let alone meat.
At first, she couldn't adapt at all. She threw the food away after eating just two bites and used her phone to order takeout.
But as money became less and less, she had no choice but to accept this kind of life.
I felt like vomiting when I first saw the food in Building D, but now I can barely eat some of it... That's how life is. When you can't resist, you can only be forced to endure it. In the end, you become a person that even you hate.
Seeing Cheng Xiaoyan frowning and struggling to put food into her mouth one bite at a time, I felt a little sad, but at the same time, I also felt a kind of perverse warmth.
Maybe I'm glad that although she is no longer in school, at least I can still see her here.
Every day when I return to this cold Building D, there is at least a glimmer of anticipation and hope.
"Xiaoyan, stop eating. I ordered takeout for you."
I walked into the ward and said to her with a smile.
Cheng Xiaoyan put down the food and complained to me, saying that I shouldn’t waste money because I would have to adapt sooner or later anyway.
I stared at her beautiful, somewhat stubborn face, and suddenly I was a little dazed.
She has really changed a lot...
…
In the evening, in order to learn more about the secrets of Building D, I went to find Lao He and said I wanted to treat him to a drink.
He lived in Building D for several years and witnessed the process of several night watchmen from their birth to death, and also witnessed too many horrifying and strange things.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is almost equivalent to a real-life textbook for Building D.
When Lao He heard that he could drink, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He even went back to his room to brush his teeth before coming to the lounge.
I bought some more cooked food this time and filled the entire table.
When Lao He smelled the aroma of wine, he couldn't help himself. He poured himself a glass and took a sip.
I turned on the TV and we drank while watching TV.
I asked him a few questions about Building D, but he was reluctant to answer most of the questions.
I was not in a hurry because I knew that this guy would tell the truth when he was drunk.
Sure enough, after a few drinks, Lao He burped and his tongue began to tremble.
I knew the time was almost right, so I asked cautiously, "Old He , how did those night watchmen in Building D die?"
Lao He looked at me dazedly and said something that made my heart beat wildly:
"Nonsense! Who told you they were all dead? There are still... two alive!"
