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The patients around him pose little threat to Gao's life now, but to him six months ago, the corridor on the seventh floor was simply hell.

A psychological counselor who insisted on saving people was torn apart by countless psychologically distorted patients. In a sense, this is a very ironic ending.

Gao Ming, who was reflected on the floor tiles, began to run wildly, Gao Ming chasing his shadow closely.

The missing persons announcement on the radio became increasingly harsh, and gradually, the figures of all the patients began to be reflected on the floor tiles.

The smooth and neat floor tiles are like water. The past and present reflect each other and penetrate towards each other.

Screams came, and a disheveled nurse rushed out of a certain ward. She was disheveled and holding a huge syringe in her hand.

Pushing aside other patients blocking the way, the nurse bent her arms and thrust the needle tip into Gao Ming's eye.

The past Gao Ming and the current Gao Ming dodge at the same time. They both avoided the syringe, but the past Gao Ming fell to the ground, and the liquid splashed into his eyes.

Gao Mingming avoided the syringe perfectly, but when the medicine entered his eyes, he also felt burning pain.

The movement became a little difficult, and the ward doors on both sides of the corridor were slowly moving backwards like the windows of the train. For the first time, Gao Ming felt the passage of time so clearly in his dream.

"My past self was killed, will I die too?"

Gao Ming can no longer tell whether this is a dream or whether he has really returned to the past. All the boundaries are becoming blurred, and only his heart is still beating for real.

The figure representing Gao Ming's past on the floor tiles quickly got up from the ground. He had no way out and could only run deeper into the corridor.

More and more patients are running out, and Gao Ming's scalp is numb. Before the abnormal incident broke out half a year ago, there were already so many "monsters" gathered in Lishan Hospital!

Following their past selves, Gao Ming did not stop at all. They ran in the dark corridors, the ward doors and windows moved backwards. They seemed to be on the train of time, and each carriage was a cycle of tragedy and death.

"Is this a dream? How could there be such a real dream? But if it's not a dream? How could there be such weird and abnormal events in reality?"

The voice of the missing person announcement on the radio became shrill and shrill, and the old man was exhausted. When he really couldn't hold on any longer, the doctor in a white coat appeared again. He opened a door not far away. The door seems to be the end of the corridor.

With his last breath, Gao Ming came to the door and looked inside.

Laughter, crying, prayers, noises, all kinds of sounds were like ocean waves, drowning him in an instant.

Holding on to the door frame, Gao Ming saw an extremely terrifying scene.

In the room at the end of the corridor in the inpatient department, the four walls are covered with black-and-white photos of the patients. In the center of the room is a huge altar table with white bowls filled with pills and several statues of gods covered with black cloth.

There was a knock on the door, and thumping sounds came from all directions.

The shadows reflected on the ground merged with reality step by step. The black cloth on the table slowly fell down, and the statues of strange gods were smiling and their eyes were moving in their sockets.

The changing wards are like untouchable shrines, and the dead god seems to be standing at the end of time, looking back.

Gao Ming stood in front of a wall covered with photos of countless patients. He looked down at his former self.

Wearing the uniforms of Henshan Prison, surrounded by countless gods and ghosts, doctors and patients have their own clothes, and the world is filled with bright red and pale white.

Dancing and leaping wildly, pairs of watching eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps, greedy fingers lifted flesh and blood, and brutal roars made the soul tremble.

The former high life entered a room that he shouldn't have entered. The medicine was indeed stored here, but the medicine was made of his own flesh and blood.

His will seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword, and a force forced Gao Ming to lie on the ground. This was both a sacrifice and a game.

The divine patterns drawn with blood on the wall came together, bones collided, flesh and blood tore, the alienated statues grew human skin, and the heads slowly twisted.

The bowl on the altar table was knocked, and the breathing behind the black cloth became heavier. All the patients in the black and white photos were staring at Gao Ming, as if calling him to come over quickly, and a position had been prepared for him.

Gao Ming couldn't see any possibility of breaking the situation. Half a year ago, when he didn't understand anything, there was no way he could survive from the hands of so many ghosts.

"How did I survive until now? I'm obviously still alive! How did I spend that night? How did I escape from this room?"

The memory is blurry, only the feeling of familiarity, the fear seeping from the past into the present, like a poisonous thorn slowly piercing his spirit, soul and every bloodline.

Unable to breathe, his chest collapsed, Gao Ming looked at himself reflected on the floor tiles and pressed his hands on the ground.

He is reflected in the floor tiles in the same way. He is pressing the cold floor tiles with his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands are bulging. He is the center of the ceremony, a sacrifice to be eaten by ghosts and gods.

The oppressive feeling of death swept through his body, and the birthday photo Gao Ming had hidden in his heart fell to the ground.

When he was approaching death in the past, the image of him in his birthday photos also began to slowly lose color!

The ten connected fingers gradually faded into black and white, and the father and mother in the photo showed an incredulous look.

"My past self was killed, and I will die too? Is this a dream? Or reality?"

Gao Ming's actions at this time were exactly the same as Gao Ming's actions reflected on the floor tiles. I don't know if the past shone into reality or if reality returned to the past.

"I didn't die on that day. The fact is that I didn't die in the past! Who saved me? Who helped me break my dream?"

In the black-and-white photos covering the wall, the patients open their white eyes with different expressions, and the statues covered with black cloth on the altar table make strange smiles. The doors of the surrounding wards were pushed open, as if shrines were being opened. The horror that only appeared in the depths of nightmares stretched out the neck, cracked the mouth full of fangs, and got closer to the high life of the past.

Indescribable fear oppressed every nerve, and death was like a guillotine hanging above his head, with the bright blade reflecting Gao Ming's own face.

The picture of him in the photo was turning into black and white. He couldn't breathe, and his whole body was cold, but the countless memories of death in his heart were still colliding!

"I've died so many times, I'm no longer the same person I used to be."

"If no one comes to save me, then I will save myself."

"Whether it's the past or the future, I will hold my hand over and over again and walk out of purgatory and the abyss!"

The right hand holding the chain of the torture chamber hit the ground hard!

There were cracks in the figure of Gao Ming on the tiles.

Five bleeding fingers hit again!

Blood seeped downwards along the gap, and Gao Ming seemed to hear a certain voice, and he slowly lowered his head.

His left eye, which was injured by the fragments of the Flesh Fairy clay statue, felt a stinging pain. He reluctantly opened his left eye and saw another version of himself reflected on the floor tiles!

Wearing the mask, Death has condensed the evil spirit countless times, which is powerful, persistent, cunning and crazy. He is unscrupulous, like an evil god.