I glanced at her and raised my eyebrows: "The red high-heeled shoes seem to want me to enter these wards. What does she want to do?"

After seeing the blood-stained mobile phone, I felt a little more sympathy for the "people" in the ward. These are evil spirits born from suffering and pain, and their lives are full of tragedies.

Not as scared as I was at first, I walked towards 703, opened the door and walked in.

On the bed was a middle-aged woman with a haggard face. The middle-aged woman didn't even look at me. She stared at the sky and muttered softly. I couldn't hear what she was saying.

Soon I found a notebook on the table.

When I opened it, I saw that the notebook was written in red fonts, one stroke at a time, and the writing was very graceful.

I couldn't help but glance at the middle-aged woman curled up on the bed: she must be a scholar.

The things that the notebook describes at the beginning are very normal. They are a woman’s wonderful life of having a boyfriend, getting married and having children...

Then on a certain page, the font began to become distorted, as if the person who wrote it had a breakdown and wrote in despair: "I really don't want to die after getting this disease..."

"A kidney transplant costs 200,000 yuan per kidney. Where can I find the money..."

Seeing this, I raised my eyebrows: "Kidney transplant? Uremia? Plus ALS, late stage cancer, isn't it a disease on our medical list?"

ALS is Qin Moyan, uremia is Yin Miaomiao, and late stage cancer is written on my case sheet. The three diseases just correspond to each other.

"Dialysis is really uncomfortable...death is so close, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

"My son is already 18 years old. I want to see him get married before he dies."

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"The doctor told my husband that I was only seven months old. My husband didn't dare to tell me. I secretly heard that I was seven months old. I didn't want to die..."

"My condition is getting worse, but I'm still not dead. My husband looks at me very tiredly. He hopes I die soon!"

"I don't want to die yet, I want to see my son get married... This is my last wish in life..."

"..."

"My son's attitude toward me is getting worse and worse. He hasn't called me mom for a long time..."

"We are becoming more and more strangers, and we are becoming less like a family."

"This disease costs a lot of money and requires a kidney transplant to survive..."

"I noticed that my husband looked strange. He often didn't come home. Even when he came home, he would hide in his room and take away his cell phone when he saw me."

"One day I secretly looked at his phone and found a piece of news that made me extremely painful!"

"My husband cheated on him with a woman in his factory who is pregnant..."

"Relatives did not blame him, but sympathized with him and asked me to let it go..."

"With the persuasion of his relatives, he asked the woman to have an abortion and severed ties with her, but I was not happy at all."

"His attitude towards me is getting worse and worse. He wishes I would die soon."

"My son failed in the college entrance examination and went to work in other provinces. He rarely came back and never called me. Every time I called him, he always said he was busy."

"I am alone in an empty room, and the disease is torturing me. It is so painful!"

"My life is worse than death. I'm such a terrible person."

"That day my son came back with a girl. I was very happy. I was almost there."

"I cooked a lot of food that day. After eating, the girl saw the medicine under my table. She seemed to have discovered something... She looked at me very strangely."

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"The girl moved into our house and was not very polite to me."

"I don't like this girl. She is too ugly and doesn't like to be clean. She is really not worthy of my son."

"That day, my son went to other provinces. I gave the girl 8,000 yuan and asked her to let my son go."

"The girl was really obedient. She took the money and left. She really didn't contact my son again."

"I have almost lost all the money in my family, my husband is not coming back, and my son's attitude towards me is getting worse and worse. I can't remember how long it has been since I called my mom."

"One day, my husband and son came back happily. One was cooking and the other was giving me a massage. They treated me well again. I felt very happy."

"My stomach was hurting and I was about to faint. I asked my husband and son for help."

"The husband looked on coldly and the son sneered slightly. Why is this..."

"Before I died, I found rat poison in the trash can..."

"He hates me so much and wishes I would die soon. I am his mother and I have never been sorry to him. I am obviously going to die soon. Why does he insist on poisoning me?"

"Death, why is this?"

The shocking blood words are gone at this point, and the last words are written in a twisted and ferocious way, as if one by one a ghost is about to crawl out of the paper!

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the middle-aged woman curled up on the bed.

She didn't seem to see me, her eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness.

At this time I heard her voice: "I want to live to see my son get married, so that I can die in peace."

"Every ward has a miserable ghost..." I murmured.

Putting the blood notebook into my pocket, I slowly opened the door and walked out.

The red high heels were still standing eight or nine steps away from me.

I took a few deep breaths to expel the negative emotions in my heart, and thought to myself: "Although the evil ghost in the ward did not hurt anyone, the strong resentment in him is still enough to make people go crazy and even commit suicide in despair. If my mentality is not strong enough, I'm afraid

He will die in there too!"

His eyes moved to the corridor behind him: "701 to 703, one ward has stronger resentment than the other. These people should be evil ghosts! But why do evil ghosts seem to be imprisoned in the ward and can't get out?"

"Tap, tap..."

It seemed that I had been standing there for a long time, and the red high-heeled shoes took two steps closer to me, as if urging me to move forward.

"What do you want with the red high heels? Why does the devil above want me to keep walking?"

Now I gradually realize that the red high heels have no intention of killing me...or in other words, they haven't finished using me yet, and they don't want me to die yet.

"Are the wards inside filled with AIDS patients?" I thought of the "diseases" of the four of us, and now there were three of them.

Continuing to walk forward, there are no more rooms in the seemingly endless corridor, with mottled walls full of traces of time on both sides.

"701, 702, 703, isn't there 704?" I shook my head. As long as I stopped, the red high heels behind me would approach me, coughing continuously, as if urging me to move forward.

The corridor is getting darker and darker, the light seems to be disappearing...the surrounding walls are shrinking, becoming narrower and narrower.

"Are we almost at the end?" I became nervous, and my muscles all over my body tensed.

Suddenly, my steps paused and I stopped.

The corridor in front of me changed, and the seemingly endless corridor finally came to an end.

Directly in front of me was a classroom... The door of the classroom was open to me. Although there was insufficient light, I could still see the podium, tables, and chairs inside.

"Classroom? Why is there a classroom at the end of the hospital?" Suddenly, my eyes widened and I saw the house number hanging on the classroom door: "Grade 3 (×) Class."

The word in the middle is blurry, it seems to be a seven, and it seems to be a four.

"Class 7 of Senior 3, Class 4 of Senior 3? It's related to our school!" My eyes lit up and I immediately realized that this classroom seemed to have been seen in our school.

"What's going on? Why do our school's classrooms appear here? Why is there a classroom at the end of the corridor?"

At this time, I found that the red high-heeled shoes no longer "urged" me. The red figures on the high-heeled shoes seemed to become "excited" and the red mist kept turning.

"Go in and take a look?" This thought came to my mind, and I immediately walked in.

At this time, curiosity defeated my fear, and I wanted to know even more why what appeared here was not a ward, but a classroom.

Entering the classroom, a chill invaded my skin, making me shiver involuntarily.

I quickly got used to it and glanced around the classroom.

The tables, chairs, and even the podium were from a few years ago, and the surfaces were even covered in dust.

Everything looks like a classroom that has been sealed for many years.

I slowly walked towards the podium, and soon found chalk and a piece of paper on the podium. On the white paper was written a sentence: "This is a sick world, and everyone is a bloody evil ghost."

I raised my eyebrows. This line of writing was very twisted, as if the person who wrote it was in a very excited mood.

I turned over the back of the paper and there was a name written on it: "Su Mei."

"Su Mei?" I frowned, and suddenly I felt that the name was very familiar. My eyes lit up, and I seemed to have thought of something: "Su Mei, Su Mei from Class 4, is there any connection between the two names?"

Su Mei has rarely appeared in front of me since the game of snatching the everlasting lantern, but I always felt that this woman was very special and that she seemed to have some secrets.

I put away the paper and looked toward the door, but I couldn't see the red high heels.

After I entered the ward, the red high heels seemed to have achieved their purpose and disappeared.

"What's strange about this classroom? You can't see any ghosts, but you can feel a depressing atmosphere..."

"Has anyone ever died in the classroom?"

I walked down and soon found the names written on the tables: "Each table has a name. Hey, wait...this name looks familiar."
To be continued...