Chapter 6: Wang Bo's Warning

"ah--"

I heard a female patient screaming, followed by the patients' cries of fear.

Liu Bin!

The dead person lying on the hospital bed is Liu Bin!

I saw him curled up with purple lips, a pale and bleak face , his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out at any time, and his hands bent and stretched forward as if trying to grab something.

My mind went blank in an instant, and my body felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water over it from head to toe, leaving it numb all over.

"Liu...Brother Liu?"

It took me a long time to squeeze out a sound that didn't belong to me from my throat. I reached out my hand tremblingly and pushed him.

My hands were wet and had a foul odor.

One could clearly see thick water flowing or solidifying on Liu Bin's face, with countless maggots crawling on it.

Even my hand, which had just touched him, was stained with a few rotten bugs.

Nausea, fear, horror, a series of emotions surged up...

I staggered back a few steps, confused and sitting down on the ground.

…

I don’t know who called the police, I don’t know when the police arrived, and I also forgot what the police asked me in the interrogation room.

When I came out of the police station, it was already dawn.

I took out a cigarette and lit it numbly.

My thoughts linger on the scene of last night.

Liu Bin is dead.

He died inexplicably...

The results of the autopsy report: cardiac arrest.

Time of death: more than forty hours ago.

what does that mean?

This means that when Liu Bin called me the night before yesterday, he was already dead.

When I was at the police station, I showed the police the text messages Liu Bin sent me, but strangely, the text messages disappeared inexplicably, without any record left.

My description made the police suspicious. Even if they didn't regard me as the murderer, they probably thought I had mental problems.

Yes, no matter I am abnormal.

A dead person called me two days in a row. What is this?

Of course, there are still many doubts about Liu Bin.

Why did he die in Room 401?

Whether it is suicide or homicide, why choose 401?

In addition, the door of Ward D can only be locked from the outside, not from the inside.

But after Liu Bin's death, the door was locked. How did he do it?

Or, did someone dump his body into 401 and lock it from the outside?

Not many people have keys.

As of now, I know one, Liu Fuqiang one, and Sister Sun one.

Could the suspect be between Liu Fuqiang and Sister Sun?

Before I knew it, I had finished a cigarette. When I took out the second one, I suddenly thought of something - Liu Bin's appearance after death was exactly the same as that of the patient in Room 305!

Yeah, I almost forgot about this!

The cause of their death was cardiac arrest, and their postures and expressions after death were exactly the same!

His body was curled up, his hands stretched forward, his eyes bulged, and his face showed fear.

It was as if he saw something extremely terrifying before he died.

What exactly did they see?

I swallowed and dared not think about it anymore.

Building D, this dark sick building, became more and more strange in my mind...

…

After I went to the hospital to deliver food to my mother in the evening, I saw that it was still early, so I just took a walk around the area.

"Zhiyong, come and bring food to mom again."

A security guard came over with a smile.

"Yes, Uncle Wang." I responded with a smile.

Because I come to the hospital often, I am basically familiar with all the security guards here.

The security guard is in his sixties. His surname is Wang. People here call him Uncle Wang. He has a kind face and is a heavy smoker. He is not stingy and often gives me his good cigarettes to smoke.

Uncle Wang said, "Zhiyong, the hospital is a place with bad luck, it's not suitable for staying for a long time. I've sent you the meal, and you can go home quickly."

I smiled bitterly and said that I wanted to go home, but I had to work here at night.

"Go to work?" Uncle Wang looked puzzled.

I said , "Now I am in the same business with you."

"Are you a security guard here too? West Gate or East Gate?" Uncle Wang became interested.

"Neither. I'm on guard in Building D," I replied.

"What, Building D?"

Uncle Wang's expression suddenly changed. He pulled me aside and said in a low voice, "You...are you really the night watchman in Building D?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" I was a little flustered by Uncle Wang's reaction.

Could it be that he knew some secret of Building D?

"Hey, Zhiyong, you are so young, why don't you do something else? Why do you have to be a night watchman? Take my advice and quit your job immediately!" Uncle Wang sighed and said.

"Why, Uncle Wang?" I asked hurriedly.

Uncle Wang hesitated, his face looked a little unhappy, and told me not to ask more questions.

I quickly took out a cigarette and lit it for Uncle Wang.

He waved his hand and said seriously: "In short, if you want to survive, resign immediately."

Uncle Wang’s words left me stunned.

Could it be that Building D really hides some terrible secret?

I was unwilling to give up and wanted to ask something, but Uncle Wang had already turned and left.

…

When we returned to Building D, Liu Fuqiang had already left early.

The entire building was empty. Even though the temperature outside was over 30 degrees Celsius, it felt like winter inside.

After playing with my phone for a while, I went on patrol as usual.

Because I didn't sleep the whole night and wasn't fully recovered, I went to bed early.

boom!

There was a rumble of thunder, dull and low.

There was a strong wind outside, and soon, heavy rain fell from the sky madly, sparsely, hitting the glass like bullets strafing it, and the dark sky seemed like it was about to collapse at any time.

I was so tired that even a sudden downpour couldn't stop me from falling into sleep.

I don’t know how long it had been, but in a daze, I heard a hurried knock on the door.

Bang bang bang bang!

Each sound is more rapid than the last.

I picked up my phone and read: “4:46 AM.”

Who could be outside at this late hour?

I got up from the bed a little irritably, walked over and opened the door.

A cold wind blew, making it chilly.

It was dark outside—no one was there.

I stretched my neck and looked into the corridor a few times, and there was indeed no one in sight.

I went back to bed and fell asleep quickly.

Bang bang bang bang!