The moment the elevator door opened, the heavy smell of Formalin made me cough. The flashlight beam swept over the spotted wall paint to see the skewed product ward signs in the corners. It\’s 17:00 in the morning now, and the whole Santa Maria Hospital has my footsteps echoing in the hollow. The manager said that the underground warehouse also has old-fashioned crusts from the 1990s, but I clearly refer to the B2 layer. The elevator display screen red has three characters like solidified blood drops.
The hospital that was closed in 1998 does not have three underground levels at all. The phone signal box is turned off at all, and the talker rusts are rustling, and the current murmur sound is similar to the crying of a baby. The safety exit signs in the corridor suddenly flashed, and more than ten figures appeared under the dark green light. The doctor with black water dripping under the white coat pushed the bed forward slowly. The raised humanoid under the bed kept creeping, rolling out yellow-brown liquid. I saw clearly the eyes of the nurses\’ masks, without pupils, and with slight whites.
At 3:07 a.m. on July 17, when the broadcast suddenly started to hear the female voice, the team carrying the teacher\’s magnetic voice and Katton pushed the bed\’s team towards me. The bed suddenly opened, and the purple fetus that were scattered opened its slapped mouth. I turned around and ran wildly, hitting into a standard room full of glass jars. The baby corps floating in the formalin solution open their eyes at the same time. The fire door closed heavily behind the body, and the palms were stuck to the blood rubbing against it.
The door signs of the two-sided corridor began to jump wildly, jumping directly from 201 to 444. The mirror ceiling reflected the white shadows behind me, and the rubber soles of the nurses did not touch the ground at all. The Taiping Cold Ward suddenly opened a piece of blue-gray finger and hooked my nurse\’s suit. A girl who had been cold for twenty years sat up and crawled out of her translucent stillbirth on her belly. The blonde strap sucked my ankle like a snake. The changing glasses are no longer the actual life wearing pink uniforms, but the rotten face wearing a 1954 nurse\’s hat.
When morning light penetrated the broken colored glass, the guards found a set of uniform nurse uniforms at the B2 elevator entrance. The entry date on Link\’s official card is July 17, 1998. The girl in the photo smiled and black blood came out of the corners of her mouth. A new name was added to the duty table that night, and the pen seemed to be released in a moment with a steel. The three-layer elevator button shines in a faint red light under the moonlight.
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