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As Mo Xiaohui stepped down further, she felt a chill creeping in, causing her body to shiver slightly, as if she had already stepped into a cold storage room.
When Mo Xiaohui sensed something unusual, her calves began to cramp. She was now certain that this staircase did not lead outside, and recalling the number of steps she had descended, it was clear she had already gone down three floors. "Am I underground now?" she wondered.
At this thought, Mo Xiaohui felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, and an indescribable emotion spread throughout her body.
Having recognized the strangeness of the situation, she should have turned back immediately according to common sense. However, Mo Xiaohui did not do so because she noticed that the dim yellow light above her extended downward, revealing an iron door.
Although frightened, Mo Xiaohui could not hide her curiosity. It seemed that aside from the biting cold in the corridor, there was nothing else present. Therefore, she calmed herself and approached the iron door. To her touch, it felt extremely cold.
The door shook under the flickering light; it was evident that it was not made of iron but rather some kind of steel. It was entirely white and had a keyhole in the center, which was already filled with rust.
Feeling the chilling sensation penetrate her bones, Mo Xiaohui murmured, "Could this be a morgue behind here?"
As her thoughts wandered while her palm brushed against the iron door, she recalled the term "morgue." Suddenly enlightened, she realized that the inexplicable chill earlier had emanated from behind this door. With this in mind, Mo Xiaohui felt somewhat reassured.
How could a hospital possibly lack a morgue? Clearly, such a place would be most appropriately located underground. With this thought, Mo Xiaohui felt relieved.
Typically, fear is merely an atmospheric effect. Knowing that behind that iron door lay a collection of cold corpses made her less afraid.
Suddenly encountering a corpse would not instill fear; what truly sends chills down one's spine are subconscious suggestions—like a corpse with a grotesque face or one that seems to stir. A calm dead body is likely no different from a dead dog lying on the ground; of course, such comparisons may seem disrespectful.
Mo Xiaohui looked around and noticed that the staircase continued downward. However, she no longer wished to descend further. Since her initial unease had been explained, she decided to ascend the stairs instead; after all, a morgue was not a pleasant place to be.
Mo Xiaohui turned around and glanced up at the dim yellow light above her, muttering to herself, "Suspicion breeds fear; if there are no ghosts in my heart, then there are naturally no ghosts in this world!"
Having understood this reasoning, Mo Xiaohui felt much lighter and quickened her pace to return.
After taking just two or three steps, she heard an unusual sound behind her. Suddenly turning around, she found nothing there.
"What’s going on?" Mo Xiaohui's heart skipped a beat as she realized there was nothing on either side of her; only a long shadow cast by the light behind her—clearly her own shadow.
With the experience from earlier still fresh in her mind, Mo Xiaohui did not dwell on any strange occurrences. Although it felt odd, she dismissed it as merely the sound made by small creatures like mice or cockroaches.
Unfazed by it all and eager to return quickly along the same path, she ignored the strange noise from before. However, just as she stepped onto another stair tread, the sound reappeared.
With a clang behind her that seemed powerful yet muffled, Mo Xiaohui clearly heard it and immediately turned around again but saw no object at all.
"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?" The temperature in the surrounding environment was around freezing, and Mo Xiaohui, dressed lightly, found it hard to withstand the biting cold, prompting her to sneeze.
"Yawn~" Mo Xiaohui bent slightly at the waist, exhaling a heavy cloud of white breath. Just then, she heard another sound nearby.
If the first two sounds could be attributed to Mo Xiaohui's anxiety in this unfamiliar corridor, then this third sound was undeniably real and right in front of her.
What was in front of Mo Xiaohui now? A large door made of an unknown material, which we might call an iron door, and a winding staircase descending into darkness. The entire corridor felt as if it were encased in concrete, making it hard to imagine where any animal could hide if it were responsible for the noise.
The lights in the corridor were motion-activated, illuminating only the space around Mo Xiaohui. Below the staircase lay an endless unknown darkness, while above was a half-locked space. At this moment, Mo Xiaohui hesitated to take another step; she was overwhelmed with fear as she replayed the bizarre events occurring at that moment in her mind.
When the fourth sound echoed, Mo Xiaohui fixed her gaze on the large iron door ahead and said in fear, "The sound is coming from behind the door!"
As soon as Mo Xiaohui uttered those words, the light above her suddenly dimmed, and darkness enveloped the entire corridor.
Like a little girl, Mo Xiaohui collapsed to the ground as the lights went out. Her legs had gone weak and could no longer support her body.
Just as Mo Xiaohui fell, the motion-sensor light flickered back on.
Though the light's flicker lasted only a few seconds, to Mo Xiaohui, it felt like an eternity—long enough to span from the beginning of the year to its end. Fear and horror surged through her; at that moment, her nerves could no longer handle any more stimulation because what she faced was beyond explanation.
Fear belongs to humanity's denial and avoidance of the unknown. Its root lies in "the unknown." It is precisely because things cannot be explained that they cause one's heart to tremble and lead to wild imaginings and supernatural beliefs. All these factors combined had pushed Mo Xiaohui to the brink of collapse.
The sound indeed came from behind the iron door, but behind that door was clearly a morgue—only dead bodies resided there. How could there be any living creature capable of producing such strange noises?
Mo Xiaohui repeatedly recalled what she had seen and heard while descending this staircase but could not make sense of what was happening before her. Could it be that someone was faking death in the morgue?
At this thought, the strange sounds from behind the iron door grew more urgent and louder. To Mo Xiaohui, it seemed as if the iron door was trembling; perhaps in the next moment, it would swing wide open!
Lying on the ground, Mo Xiaohui stared blankly at the shaking iron door with a distressed expression. Meanwhile, all the motion-sensor lights above lit up suddenly due to a loud noise, illuminating the entire staircase.
Feeling overwhelmed by the bright light, Mo Xiaohui sprang up from the ground without looking back and dashed upstairs. Behind her, that iron door bore several marks that clearly resembled human handprints!
In a frenzy, Mo Xiaohui ran back up the stairs. She stumbled as her high heels fell behind her, but she couldn't afford to stop; she just ran faster.
When faced with fear, humanity's instinct is to flee. Driven by instinct, Mo Xiaohui gathered all her strength in an instant and chose to escape.
She had no idea what lay behind that iron door or whether whatever it was would come out. She lacked the courage to look back; all she could do was run wildly forward to leave her fear behind.
Suddenly, Mo Xiaohui felt something strange in front of her, her throat opened wide as if she was about to scream. Just at that moment, a face appeared before her, looking like some kind of monster.
"Ah..." With her nerves already on edge, Mo Xiaohui couldn't handle any more fright and immediately fainted.
At that time, Gao Xue saw Li Nan and Mo Xiaohui appearing to be intimate and left in anger. Naturally, Li Nan wanted to chase after her to explain, but after running up two flights of stairs, he realized that Gao Xue must have returned to the Pharmacy Department. With Old Wang stationed there, Li Nan thought it best to wait until tomorrow to apologize to Gao Xue.
Men often find it difficult to navigate relationships because many things can easily go wrong; yet there are times when being a man can lead to fulfilling experiences. However, Li Nan couldn't imagine living a life like Wei Xiaobao's. As an ordinary person, he didn't have the luxury of dreaming grand dreams, so he cherished Gao Xue even more. But in front of Old Wang, he could only wait until tomorrow to explain things to Gao Xue.
Thinking about Gao Xue being angry and the missed opportunity for a hospital bed that night made Li Nan lower his head in disappointment. He unconsciously walked back to the corridor outside the Emergency Department.
Li Nan noticed that the Yellow Wooden Door on the right side of the Emergency Department was wide open. Since he hadn't seen Mo Xiaohui's shadow on his way up, he felt something was wrong and quickly slipped through the Yellow Wooden Door. Sure enough, after descending five or six steps, he heard the sound of high heels coming from below.
At that moment, Li Nan was holding a flashlight he had somehow acquired. The light was blinding, but as he lost his grip on it, the flashlight fell to the ground. At this time, Mo Xiaohui had already rounded the corner and intended to turn around when she suddenly saw a face illuminated by the flashlight. How could she not be scared? Her eyes widened in shock as she nearly fainted again.
Seeing this, Li Nan reacted quickly and caught her before she fell. After checking her over, he found that she was just frightened and not seriously hurt.
With a beautiful woman lying in his arms, Li Nan couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. However, upon seeing Mo Xiaohui's disheveled state—one shoe missing, some scrapes on her feet, and her hair in disarray—he couldn't help but chuckle and say, "The usually noble and cold beauty on TV looks quite helpless now. But it seems you look even more charming after fainting!"
Li Nan rarely teased anyone like this but soon realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly composed himself. He pressed down on Mo Xiaohui's pressure point and squeezed hard. One attempt didn't work; he tried again.
"Cough... cough..." Mo Xiaohui's throat trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.
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