Translator: Reina Editor: Killian
I felt a little uneasy, but I figured it was just me being paranoid because I’ve heard too many ghost stories lately, so I plucked up my courage and continued making my way up the stairs.
Before I reached the fourth floor, I heard the sound of a baby from the inky shadows ahead.
It was a clear and crisp giggle, echoing in the empty stairwell.
I was so scared then that I nearly dropped my torch.
It was so late now. How could there be a baby on the fourth floor—and laughing too?
Before I regained my composure, the giggling stopped. It became so quiet that it was as if the short and weird giggle from earlier had never happened.
Which cruel asshole abandoned their child in the toilet?
But if there was really an abandoned baby… why would it suddenly laugh?
Realising this contradiction, I instantly broke out in a cold sweat. My imagination conjured up the sight of a baby left in a cubicle of that dilapidated women’s toilet. It was tightly wrapped in a bundle of cloth, leaving only a white and round face showing, and its lips suddenly cracked open in the dark, stretching into a large grin as a series of incomplete gurgling sounds came out of its throat…
With this mental image in my mind, I couldn’t care less about using the bathroom anymore. I turned around and hurried back downstairs.
There was a chill coming from behind my back, feeling so horribly cold as it seeped into my body.
I sprinted back towards the nurse’s station at breakneck speed. It wasn’t until I saw the light in the distance that I felt a little relieved.
When Chen Juan saw me coming back, she threw down her broom and ran over, startled. “Qunfang-jie, why is your face so pale and bloodless!”
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I knew my complexion was too pale right now. I didn’t even have the mood to retort sarcastically anymore. I simply grabbed her and said, “Don’t remind me! The baby in the women’s toilet on the fourth floor was not crying, but laughing!”
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It seemed that she really received quite the scare!
Attachment: Three days later, that is, on November 8, 2000, a fire broke out around midnight on the fourth floor of the main building of Tonghua Hospital. The fire started in the third room of the Department of General Internal Medicine and rapidly spread to the surrounding rooms. The incident caused one death. The deceased was a woman whose identity still remained unknown. All the items in room 3 were destroyed and some items in the surrounding rooms were damaged too. Furthermore, Chen Juan, a former hospital employee, had also disappeared since the incident. The police believe that the fire was caused by old electrical circuits.
Lu Xia’s fingers paused on the last line.
Sun Zheng turned sideways and asked, “Is the woman who was burned to death Chen Juan?”
“Definitely not. If it was Chen Juan, it would have been easy to identify her.” Lu Xia shook her head with certainty.
“Who could it be? And why would she be burned to death in the Department of General Internal Medicine in the middle of the night?” Sun Zheng questioned.
Lu Xia returned Sun Zheng’s blank gaze. “I don’t know either. I don’t know why there would be a baby crying and laughing in the toilet in the middle of the night, why the hospital would suddenly catch fire in the middle of the night, or even why there is an additional woman who came out of nowhere and died…”
Sun Zheng couldn’t give an answer either, so he simply reached over and closed the book, then lifted the map in his hand. “Guess we had better leave this room first and go downstairs…”
Lu Xia burst into a sudden peal of raucous laughter.
Sun Zheng shot him a pointed look. Lu Xia gestured to himself, who was sweating profusely, then over to Sun Zheng’s sweat-soaked shirt before saying, “I think we might not be able to get out anymore.”
As soon as Sun Zheng heard his comment, he immediately tossed the map aside and hurried to the door, tugging at it hard.
It couldn’t be opened. The door didn’t budge.
He glanced at Lu Xia, perplexed, feeling as though his friend’s crow’s mouth had just jinxed them both. He hastily tried the door again, but it still wouldn’t open.
Lu Xia frowned.
“How could such a thing happen?” Sun Zheng grumbled while lowering his head to fiddle with the door knob. “Has it been locked from the outside? Or should we be pushing instead of pulling?”
Sun Zheng immediately tested it out by slamming his body against the door with all his might. The door let out a dull creak, but remained shut.
“What are you still doing, sitting around?! Come over and help!” Sun Zheng snapped.
Lu Xia lowered the book and walked over with a pensive look on his face.
“Wasn’t the woman who died in the incident back then, trapped in this room? She was suffocated to death by smoke and burned beyond recognition…”
“What are you insinuating?!” Sun Zheng stopped banging on the door and glared at him while panting.
Lu Xia showed a helpless expression and ran a hand through his hair. “I just don’t know what we can do right now.”
“Are you saying that you think we will also be trapped here and burnt to death?” Sun Zheng found the situation ridiculous.
Lu Xia didn’t answer. He merely wiped his sweat and deepened his frown.
“What’s the original cause of the fire?” he finally asked Sun Zheng after a long pregnant pause.
“Electricity, the circuit was old.” Sun Zheng answered, surprised..
“Then who could have been using that circuit, in this room, at that time?” Lu Xia’s expression turned solemn.
“Wouldn’t it be that woman?” Sun Zheng offered tentatively.
“I don’t know.” Lu Xian glanced around, paused, then added. “We have some clues but they are insufficient to tell us how the fire started, so we have to investigate further.”
“What?!” Sun Zheng gaped at him. “Who cares about how the fire started? The more pressing problem at hand is how to get out of this room!”
Lu Xia wiped his sweat again. He crossed over to the wall in several large strides and tore the printed diagrams off the walls, then turned to Sun Zheng. “If we cannot figure out the cause and effect of the fire, then we wouldn’t be able to find a way out of here. Hurry over here and help me tear all these papers off!”
Sun Zheng was initially about to retort but upon seeing Lu Xia’s serious expression, he swallowed down his words and tore the papers off with a flourish.
Panting, Lu Xia turned over his shoulder. “Are you mentally prepared to see these marks on the wall?”
Sun Zheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Grabbing over the flashlight, he swept the light over the once-covered wall.
Handprints.
There were black, burnt handprints all over the wall.
It was not the handprint of an ordinary person.
The handprints were small. Tiny.
They were the handprints of a baby.
Some of them were completely black, while others had blurred edges.
They were printed on every inch of the four walls.
As though there was a burning baby crawling around.
Along with a tragic cry.
Mother…?
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Thanks for the chapter
Aaaahhh that’s so creepy! QAQ