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I still didn't know what had happened to Zhang Fatty and the others.
Chen Ke'er furrowed her brows for a moment before relaxing them. I had to admit, she was truly beautiful, her delicate features combined in a way that was simply stunning.
"From now on, just listen to me."
I already had a special sense of trust in her, so when she said to follow her lead, I simply nodded.
The noodles had already brushed against Chen Ke'er's feet, looking as if they were quite familiar with her. She led me through the hospital corridor.
At first, we returned to the door of the ward, but when I glanced inside, Wang Wei was nowhere to be seen.
On our second pass, we encountered the stairs leading upstairs.
Chen Ke'er guided me up the stairs. Once we reached the upper floor, we found ourselves in a corridor that looked exactly like the one below. I didn't think much of it; after all, in most buildings, each floor is usually identical, which is perfectly normal.
What surprised me was that Chen Ke'er could actually lead me to this floor.
I kept quiet and followed her, holding the noodles in my arms, which were unusually calm.
Just then, my phone suddenly rang. I pulled it out to check and saw that it was another message from Jianjian. The text read: "I saw a ghost again... We're on the fourth floor now..."
After reading the message, I glanced at Chen Ke'er. She murmured something about how Jianjian ended up on the fourth floor.
Worried that Chen Ke'er might not understand Jianjian's situation, I explained, "She has a natural ability to see ghosts."
Chen Ke'er glanced at me with a hint of playful annoyance and said, "I know she can see ghosts by nature. That's why I'm curious about how she ended up on the fourth floor."
Hearing this, it seemed like Chen Ke'er already knew what was on the fourth floor.
I couldn't help but ask, "What’s on the fourth floor?"
Chen Ke'er paused for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around, flicking her long black hair and asked me, "Am I beautiful?"
Her question caught me off guard. I never expected her to ask that. But looking at her stunning features, I replied that she was indeed beautiful.
A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Ke'er’s mouth.
However, afterward, I wondered if I was beautiful. Those three words felt oddly familiar, as if I had once asked myself that while wearing a red wedding dress in front of a camera late at night.
Thinking of this made my face heat up slightly.
"Let's go to the fourth floor," Chen Ke'er said.
"How do we get to the fourth floor?" I asked. At this time, the hospital felt like a maze; getting to the fourth floor wouldn't be that simple!
Chen Ke'er told me to trust her.
I nodded and said I believed her. I took out my phone and sent a text message to Jianjian, telling him to wait for us on the fourth floor as we were heading there now.
After sending the message, I followed Chen Ke'er as we continued walking on the first floor. However, after several turns, we found ourselves back where we started; this first floor looked just like the one we had been in before.
Chen Ke'er was very patient. After walking around four or five times and returning to the same spot, she finally stopped.
"Something is definitely wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Chen Ke'er said, "This hospital has been tampered with, which is why we are trapped here. There are things we can't see, but there are also things I can see. Just now, I clearly saw something, but it disappeared."
I didn't quite understand Chen Ke'er's words and was about to ask when she continued, "Ningzi, you go ahead, and I'll follow behind you." Her words surprised me because only my grandmother had ever called me Ningzi; even my parents always referred to me by my given name, Saning.
"Why do you call me…"
"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say."
Chen Ke'er was wearing a red dress, her long black hair tied back with a red ribbon, giving her an elegant appearance.
I nodded and began to follow Chen Ke's instructions.
She reminded me not to look back, no matter what happened.
"Why?" I asked.
Chen Ke'er fell silent for a moment before saying, "You need to understand that many things don't have a reason."
I wanted to say something else but ultimately held my tongue. Time passed slowly as I walked ahead with the noodles in my arms. Neither Chen Ke'er nor I spoke; we just continued walking.
After a while, Chen Ke'er instructed me to close my eyes. I complied, and the hallway that had not been very bright suddenly plunged into darkness.
As I walked, I suddenly realized that the footsteps behind me had vanished, and Chen Ke'er's voice seemed to have disappeared as well.
I strained to listen, but there was nothing.
I almost couldn't help but turn around, but then I remembered what she had told me before: no matter what happens, do not look back. The truth is, many questions simply have no answers.
I lost track of time; after closing my eyes, my perception of time became hazy. People become accustomed to light and find it difficult to adapt to darkness.
Yet after death, one continues to adapt to the dark.
From the moment I began to believe in ghosts, my surroundings changed completely.
I had no idea how long I had been walking. Several times I wanted to look back, but each time I suppressed my curiosity.
I called out, "Are you there?"
But there was no response behind me. This aimless wandering in the "blind spot" tormented me; it was a fear of the unknown.
Just then, I suddenly felt something wet on my face, like the first drop of rain falling on me from behind.
I reached up to touch it, pinching it between my fingers and then smelling it. As soon as I caught the scent, my expression changed instantly, and I nearly opened my eyes.
Because I smelled blood.
But just as I was about to open my eyes, a pair of hands suddenly covered them.
I heard her say, "Ningzi, keep walking."
Darkness always conceals the unknown, forever a theme of terror.
In the midst of it all, several drops of blood fell on my face. I felt like a startled bird, nearly opening my eyes several times, but those hands kept them covered.
Finally, we arrived at a place.
"Stop. You can open your eyes now," Chen Ke'er said.
I took a deep breath. The first thing I did was wipe the blood off my face. As I brushed my hand across my skin, my entire face was smeared with blood.
Human blood! The metallic scent sent a chill through me.
Humans are strange; they do not fear their own blood but feel a deep panic at the sight of someone else's.
I stared at the blood on my hands. Taking another deep breath, Chen Ke'er pulled out a cloth and began to wipe away the blood from my hands and face. She was meticulous, much like how my grandmother used to wash my face when I was little.
After she finished cleaning the blood from my face and hands, I looked at her. Chen Ke'er appeared somewhat pale. Concerned, I asked, "Are you okay?"
She shook her head and said she was fine.
At that moment, a staircase appeared before us. "That girl can see ghosts by nature; she might be able to lead you out," Chen Ke'er said.
"And what about you?" I asked worriedly.
Chen Ke'er suddenly fixed her gaze on me and said with a hint of emotion in her voice, "Ningzi, you're really foolish. If you get out, I'll get out too."
I looked at Chen Ke'er's blooming smile, just like the peach blossoms blooming in March, warm and beautiful. We went up the steps. Where we had walked before, Chen Ke'er didn't say a word to me, and I didn't ask, but the smell of blood still lingered on my hands. After going up to the fourth floor, the original department was actually still a department, but there was no one in the department or ward. Just like when you play QQ, if you don't want to chat with someone, you just need to block them. But in this building, it seems like everyone has been blocked. I took out my phone to see if Jianjian had replied to my message, but when I saw the blank prompt bar, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Jianjian did not reply to my message. And we are now on the fourth floor. Chen Ke'er reminded me to be careful, and I also told Chen Ke'er to be careful too. The fourth floor was dark and quiet, and the dim lights shone down, adding a bit of a terrifying atmosphere. And at this time, these lights seemed to be a collective Menstruation, flickering on and off from time to time. The flickering lights made a chill run down my spine. I called Jianjian but didn’t get through. So I shouted at the top of my lungs. But what I didn't expect was that the person who responded to me was...
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