Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 390 The door to the stairwell

"No no no no no... I don't want to go!!!"

The human hid in the bathroom and shouted crazily to himself wearing glasses in the mirror.

But his protest was in vain. There was no reaction from himself in the mirror. He was really just looking at himself in the mirror.

Perhaps because he had been in the bathroom for too long, the colleague on duty outside called out the human's name, and the latter had to respond to show that he was fine.

"I really...I really don't want to go...please...no please, please let me go, please?"

Humbly, the human prayed in front of the mirror for a long time but saw no change in the reflection, so he had no choice but to walk out.

The colleague outside the door had been waiting for a long time. He looked at the glasses doctor strangely and asked him if he had any hidden disease.

"Xiao Li, although we are a mental hospital, some minor illnesses can still be cured, such as hemorrhoids -"

"No! It's just... I'm still a little sleepy."

The optician doctor argued in a low voice, and then his colleague nodded, expressing understanding. His colleague had heard about what happened to the optician doctor a few days ago, and he bumped into something dirty, which was common in their mental hospital.

Don't listen, don't tell, don't be too curious, and you will recover naturally.

The colleague didn't say much and went back to work with others.

Logically speaking, based on the situation of the optician, there should be no more night shifts in the near future, but unfortunately there are too many things to do recently. After asking the "client" for his opinion, the "client" gave the answer that he can go to work.

The leader of the Optometrist Hospital patted the human on the shoulder with a pleased look on his face, saying that their mental hospital needed diligent employees like Optometrist.

As for humans themselves, they were forced to say words they didn't want to say at all, with no expression of rejection on their faces.

Because the monster needs him to come to work at night, the monster even lets him go at night——

The doctor with glasses was thinking, and it was just right that he and his colleagues came to the side near the stairwell during the ward round. His colleagues went in to check on the patient, while he stood by the door waiting.

After that, he heard a snapping sound from the side.

As mentioned in those announcements, there will be some movement in the stairwell where the escape passage is located.

The bespectacled doctor really wanted to stop managing money, but the monster behind the scenes that he had been praying to let him go reacted at this moment. He watched helplessly as his body was being commanded and walked towards the stairwell.

There was no time to call for help, and the opening and closing of the mouth could only be seen as movement, but no sound could be heard.

The moment he walked into the stairwell, a round rubber ball rolled down in front of him.

The ground was covered with dust, and when it rolled to the floor platform below, it hit the wall, then bounced diagonally at a just right angle, and continued to roll down the steps behind it.

Just like this, one floor at a time, the ball rolled to the stairs, and the optician also followed to the bottom of the building.

The stairwell on the first floor can actually go down, but there is an iron door leading to the underground floor. It is usually locked and only specialized personnel have the key, and the lights underneath are also dimmed.

Wherever the spectacled doctor looked, he saw a short child squatting half-way by the iron door. The ball was rolling until it reached the suitcase, which was half a person's height, at the child's feet.

After a loud bump, the ball bounced on the spot twice before being caught by the child.

The child hummed and laughed in a high-pitched voice. It was not until the other person turned his head back that the optician realized that he was a boy.

The boy's face was pale... no, it would be better to say it was still purple.

This is what the optician saw after blinking twice.

Since being stared at or leaned over by a monster in human skin, the bespectacled doctor found that his perspective on the environment had changed, and all the details that he once dismissed were now exposed to his eyes.

However, his colleagues, his superiors and even many people in the mental hospital turned a blind eye.

Why? Don’t they find those events and developments strange?

Why not call the police? Why not call the police when someone dies? Where did the body go? Why did everyone just leave the garden, as if they didn't remember anything, and no one paid attention to the tragic state of the corpse and the real cause of death.

Forgot? It was erased...but why did he remember it again?

Other unreasonable things have also emerged, such as colleagues who suddenly resigned, the number of patients who are constantly being added but the total number has not changed, and some surgical experiments that are beyond common sense... Including now, he is witnessing the little boy's pale and purple face. Face.

Do they have such a young child in their mental hospital? Certainly not the children of the employees, whose families were not allowed anywhere near...the patients? There are even fewer patients. They don't accept particularly young children.

Maybe they were collected in the early years when the hospital was first built, but definitely not now.

The bespectacled doctor had a stiff face. He didn't want to get closer but couldn't control his legs.

The human watched him approach and bend down, his face twitching a few times before finally forcing out a twisted smile.

"Kid, where are your adults?" As soon as he opened his mouth, the optician was disgusted by his gentle voice. He coughed twice and continued uncontrollably, "It's so late, why are you here alone?"

The pale-skinned child smiled at the person, picked up the ball that rolled on the ground, and said, "Mom is upstairs. She doesn't have time to come down to pick me up. The box is too heavy and I can't lift it."

As he spoke, the little boy held the ball with one hand and pointed to the box next to the iron door with the other hand.

It was a trolley suitcase. It was very out of the blue. The zipper of the trolley suitcase, which should not appear in a hospital, was tightly closed. The outer shell of the suitcase was dusty, as if it had rolled through the mud. The doctor with glasses could smell something not so good. the smell.

Something familiar and unpleasant.

For a moment, he didn't think about the source of the smell. The optician just continued to communicate with the little boy. "Is your mother upstairs... upstairs here?"

"Yeah, it's on the sixth floor."

When humans heard this, their eyelids twitched.

The sixth floor, isn't that the floor where the dean lives?
  Everyone in the mental hospital knows not to go near the sixth floor without the invitation of the director. This is already a default rule. Everyone guesses that the director does not like outsiders coming in and out. The doctor with glasses now thinks that maybe there is something hidden on the sixth floor that cannot be accessed by others. Know the secret.

He laughed twice: "But isn't the sixth floor the dean's place... Why is your mother there?"

The little boy didn't answer the question, but pointed at the trolley case beside him and looked longingly at the glasses doctor, occasionally blinking his big eyes.

Looking at each other with the little boy, the doctor's fear was somewhat relieved. He began to feel that the little boy was pitiful and that he should take the little boy up to find his mother.

This change of mood is fleeting, and the bespectacled doctor quickly breaks free from the influence, thanks to the presence of the monster behind the scenes.

He no longer felt sorry for the little boy, but his movements were still directed by the monster. With a lot of reluctance in his heart, he still took the trolley box next to the little boy and took the little boy's hand. .

When you first hold it, it feels extremely cold to the touch.

Human body temperature absolutely cannot drop this low.

The bespectacled doctor shivered from the cold, causing the little boy on the side to look over curiously and ask Big Brother what's wrong with you.

"No...it's nothing. I don't have enough clothes to wear tonight."

"Yeah, it's getting colder now."

As he said that, the little boy looked down at his thin clothes. He seemed to be wearing the same set of clothes all year round.

The little boy looked at himself and then at the optician. The latter was stared at for several times, and finally realized something. He just tightened his collar to avoid the wind.

Optometrist:…

The human wanted to scream, but all he felt was suffocation.

The human thought that the little boy who was obviously not human looked at him and asked him for a coat. Who knew that the monster in human skin asked him to wrap his white coat tightly.

The bespectacled doctor felt the coldness around him more and more, and all he could do was to walk up quickly and lead the little boy to the sixth floor.

The suitcase in my hand is heavy.

The bespectacled doctor walked two floors with the box and felt a little out of breath. He also thought that there were strange things in the box, and the mysterious sound of some sticky things swaying came from his hands.

What on earth...is there inside?
  Human beings don’t know, human beings don’t know, human beings can only continue to move upward.

The bespectacled doctor, who was out of breath after walking but not completely confused, was wondering why he didn't take the elevator. Is it because the stairwell was the necessary place to meet this "little boy"?

You need to go to the sixth floor to get the answer to everything.

The optician became more and more tired as he walked. When he reached the fourth to fifth floors, he stopped to rest for a while. The little boy was not in a hurry and waited until the others recovered before continuing.

The moment he stepped onto the sixth floor platform, the spectacled doctor suddenly felt his hand being tightened.

The little boy held his hand backwards, and a huge force came from him, dragging the doctor with glasses up and staggering him.

He almost had to support himself on the suitcase to steady himself.

With such a pounce, he was so close to the box that he could smell it with his nose.

This is... isn't this—

"Get up, big brother." The little boy grabbed the doctor's hand and squatted beside the box at some point. He cupped his cheek with one hand and stared at the person persistently. "We're almost there. Let's go faster."

Involuntarily pulling again, the bespectacled doctor was forced to look forward in a daze.

The little boy was heading in a strange direction. He did not go to the corridor next door, nor to the rooftop, but towards the empty wall...? When did the door appear there?
  A door grew out of thin air on the wall. It was extremely out of place. The color and style were different from those in their mental hospital, but the little boy's target point was right there.

The bespectacled doctor wanted to retreat, but at this moment, his body was completely taken over by the monster, and his consciousness was once again kicked deep into his body. He could only be trapped in a small square of black, witnessing every move of his body. .

The little boy found that the resistance on his hand had decreased, but he didn't care. He hadn't found prey for many days. Who knows this hospital... Oh, this is a mental hospital. What happened to the doctors in this mental hospital? One or two No one wanted to go to the stairwell at all.

Except for the two doctors he caught at the beginning, there was only one man with squinting eyes who entered by mistake. If he didn't take anyone back, the teacher would be angry.

Before...the teacher had been angry once before.

The little boy walked forward, and he successfully arrived at the door that appeared out of thin air with the "prey" in his hand.

He felt that the "prey" might have accepted its fate, so he said happily: "Mom is inside, please help me carry my luggage in."

The person being pulled by the little boy still didn't respond. The little boy just pulled the big hand with his small hand and pressed the warm but somewhat cold human body onto the door handle.

With a slight exertion, the door opened inward with a creak, and the dark yellow mixture of blood and flesh that settled together appeared on the right side of the eyes.

At the same time, on the inner block of the door on the left, there was a blur of white beating in drums.

(End of this chapter)