Chapter 637 - We’ve Found You [2 in 1] (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

“Want me to go and find you? Have you lost your mind?” The uneven handwriting on the back of the medical history made him feel a certain kind of way. He was currently on the first floor of the hospital, standing in the middle of the corridor.

Even though the drafts had stopped, the doors that were left half-ajar moved back and forth, creaking noisily. Showers of dust fell from the old ceiling, and there was occasionally the sound of paper brushing against the ground filtering into his ears. Standing alone in that situation after midnight, it would be a lie to say that one was not afraid.

Scissors held the pair of scissors in his hand tightly, and he forced himself to appear as unfazed as he could be. “When did someone place this on my back?”

Turning back, Scissors studied the few sickrooms that he had just passed. “The person who was behind this prank should be from inside one of the rooms that I’ve just walked past.”

He was very afraid, but fear had not taken control of his rationality or sanity yet. He reminded himself consciously that he was currently playing the role of a cold-blooded, maddened killer and he needed to keep his cool no matter what.

The weaker I appear, the more I’ll be bullied by the ghosts, so I cannot appear weak, I can’t show any trace of fear.

He folded the medical history neatly and placed it inside his pocket. Scissors carefully pushed open the half-closed door that was closest to him. Inside the sickroom, the bedsheet had been shredded into pieces, and the mattress was toppled to the side; it was as if the bed was once the home of some feral beast that needed to be detained.

“Is this a hospital or some kind of mental institution?” Scissors did not enter the sickroom and only observed it from beyond the threshold. The bed was not big, and the only space to hide someone was underneath the bed or inside the dresser.

“The person behind the prank is not here.” He could see clearly into the space under the bed, and the doors of the dresser were hanging open. It was empty inside—all contents had been taken away. “He should be in the other sickrooms.”

Internally, his heart had been quivering like a leaf, but it did not translate to his expression. With unnaturally frigid limbs, Scissors retreated out of the room and moved toward the other sickroom.

“This one is empty, no one is here either…” Scissors moved quickly through the rooms until he reached the sickroom that was closest to the hospital entrance.

“After I entered the hospital, I walked straight into the corridor. I’ve only passed these few sickrooms since then. As all the other sickrooms were empty, then he has to be hiding inside this last room.” The hand that held the scissors was sweating profusely as he slowly pushed the door of the sickroom open. A strong pungent smell wafted out from inside the room, a mixture of blood and disinfectant.

“Someone has died here before?” The scene inside the room gripped and shook his head. The blood-dyed bedsheet had hurriedly been shoved under the bed, and from the window that was installed with anti-theft webbing hung a patient’s garb that had plenty of torn holes on it. A long wig stood inside the dresser, and the scariest thing was, on the snow-white wall, someone or something had written in fresh blood ‘Guess where I am?’

After comparing the handwriting, he noticed that the hand that had written the blood message on the wall and the hand that had jotted down the message on the back of the medical history were different. This discovery unsettled Scissors even more. “There’s more than one ‘person’ playing hide-and-seek inside this hospital?”

The urge to turn back and run burst forth. He retreated from the sickroom, planning to leave the hospital and temporarily stay away from it. “The most dangerous spot is the safest spot. That is theoretically true, but it is so difficult to put that into practice.”

Returning to the entrance of the hospital, Scissors’ expression changed completely. Someone had locked the giant iron gate of the hospital without him noticing!

“What do I do now?” Scissors was panicking due to helplessness. He bit on his lips, and that tore open the wound on his face. The pain helped him focus and calm down. “I should go look for any open windows.”

When he was looking through the sickrooms on the first floor earlier, he had confirmed that all of their windows were installed with anti-theft webbing, so he could only place his hope on the second floor. “I’ve trained so much for this day. The injury shouldn’t be serious from jumping down from the second floor, but I can’t say the same if the jump is made from the third floor. The risk will be too high.”

Holding the bag, Scissors leaped up the stairs to the second floor.

By then, he had completely given up on the idea of playing hide-and-seek. Then again, it had never been his intention to play games with ghosts. Running up the stairs three steps at a time, when he turned around the corner of the stairs, he spotted a pair of gray-colored feet from the periphery of his eyes. The pair of feet was slightly above his head. He instinctively turned to look up, and a pair of ashen legs fell into his sight, but when he looked up even further, the thing had already disappeared.

“What the f*ck‽” The ‘surprise’ came so suddenly that it caused Scissors’ legs to weaken. He did not expect the thing to be so close to him. In fact, there were only several steps separating them. “He was just around here. Perhaps he has been watching me from some hidden corner!”

Stopping at the landing in the middle of the staircase, Scissors was unsure whether he should continue to move upward. He had gotten a good look earlier; the thing had indeed been waiting for him upstairs.

“All the windows in the sickrooms on the first floor are locked behind anti-theft webbing. There is no way I’ll be able to escape from them. So, the only way to leave this cursed place is through the windows on the second floor.”

Devoid of other choice, Scissors forced himself to walk up the stairs.

Please do not show up again.

Reciting a silent prayer to himself, Scissors jogged to the first sickroom on his left. He shoved the door open with hope in his heart, but that hope deflated when he looked toward the window. Pieces of torn clothes were stuck inside the iron anti-theft webbing.

“Even the windows on the second floor are installed with the webbing?”

His lips drying, Scissors’ heart was slowly festering with despair. He walked to the window and reached out to shake the webbing roughly. The metallic webbing cut into his fingers, and the pain that came from it was so real, but the blood fog right outside the window felt so surreal.

If this is a nightmare, I hope I’ll be able to wake up soon.

The anti-theft webbing was secure, so there was no way he was going to open it without tools. Scissors let his hands go and prepared to leave. But when he reached the door, footsteps echoed down the safety corridor coming from the other end. It sounded like people were running.

They sound like they are coming this way, and there are so many of them!

Without hesitation, Scissors closed the door and locked it. He moved to stand behind the door, hoping to inspect the situation outside through the window on the door. The footsteps came closer and closer. Scissors could see several shadows flashing down the corridor, seemingly heading his way.

I cannot allow myself to be discovered! It’s over for me if I’m stuck inside this room!

The shadows were incredibly close to his location. Scissors scanned the room behind him and, in the end, grabbed his bag to hide inside the dresser. The hospital was privately operated, and the amenities were different from the ones provided by big government hospital. The space inside the dresser was separated into two with a wooden board, and after removing the partition, the dresser was just big enough for a person to hide inside.

The footsteps drew close from afar before completely disappearing outside the sickroom.