The Insomniac stopped making a racket. He clasped his fingers, which were covered in fresh blood, and barely dared to put any weight into his steps.
The fourth floor was utterly silent, without a soul in sight. Neither Xuan Wen nor Su Mo knew what the Insomniac was afraid of.
After creeping a dozen meters down the hall, they stopped beside the Severe-to-Mild Daily Care Ward. The Insomniac took out a large ring of keys and tried them for a long time before finally opening the door.
The hospital's decor favored light colors, giving it a clean, bright feel, but this ward was extremely dark. Irregular lines had been drawn all over the walls, floor, and blankets. Together, those black lines formed something like a vortex. Stare at them long enough, and it seemed they would suck in your soul.
"When I can't sleep, I take a pen and record the voices in my head." The Insomniac gathered up the blanket on the bed. It should have been white, but he had drawn on it until it was black.
"You're saying these lines are voices?" Xuan Wen was intrigued. Ignoring Su Mo's warning, she entered the care ward too.
Outside, Su Mo could only fret helplessly. He had intended to slam the door shut and run as soon as the Insomniac entered the room. Who could have guessed that Xuan Wen genuinely wanted to treat him?
"Listen closely." The Insomniac held the blanket to his ear. His eyes immediately began rolling, as though countless voices were threading their way into his ears.
Xuan Wen did the same. The lines at the end of the blanket began to bend, first resembling ripples, then fish hidden beneath the water. All sorts of murmured words rang out, every one a dying person's last