The door to Room 4-1 was open.
Soft light shone on the mirror, reflecting the corridor’s scene.
When Wen Xishu was enveloped by that light, he first looked at the mirror.
Then he began to look at the source of the crying. The owner of the crying was very young, about twenty-five years old, but seed to be about the sa age as Wen Xishu.
The girl’s arms had many scratches, and there were scars on her face. Her wrists bore long-term chain marks.
However, today, the girl did not look at Wen Xishu but was instead slightly facing away from him. Wen Xishu noticed that her position and the mirror created a sort of alignnt.
"Airplane? You... how did you get out of bed?" The girl, who had been crying hysterically, was startled when she saw the man from the next door get up, and she temporarily stopped crying.
Wen Xishu said:
"I’m better."
"What do you an?" the girl asked.
"I no longer fantasize that I’m an airplane. I know that was a problem. I’ve forgotten many things, but I rember why I ca here. Now... I’m better," Wen Xishu said.
The girl shook her head and said:
"You’ve had monts of clarity before, but soon after... No, that’s not the most important thing, Airplane, go notify everyone—"
Before the girl could finish speaking, Wen Xishu heard the sound of a radio nearby.
[Mo Yuan is feeling very sorrowful; the designated ti has passed, but Ding Dong has not returned to the asylum. And the floor is completely blocked.]
As the radio’s sound faded, the voice of an old lady ca from Room 4-8:
"Don’t worry, don’t worry, Xiaomo, don’t be afraid. Ding Dong will return. Ding Dong will return!"
Leaning on a cane, the old lady smiled kindly, wearing sowhat loose hospital clothes as she ca out.
"It’s okay, it’s okay..." The old lady, as if she couldn’t bear to see the young girl upset, kept muttering, "Don’t worry," "He’ll be back," "It’s okay," and other such words.
But Mo Yuan shook her head and said:
"It’s blocked... The floor is blocked. The words on the door have changed! Sothing must have happened to Ding Dong!"
There is a door at the stairwell. The words on the door originally said "Return." But now, the words on the door had changed to "No Entry."
This door clearly had so special purpose, but the mory of playing the airplane guy only contained mories of flying battles on the bed. He couldn’t recall the specifics of the door’s function.
However, from his experiences in Deceit Tower, it seed the door was eventually opened. It was most likely opened by people from the lower three floors.
Wen Xishu seed to understand sothing.
At this mont, another voice spoke, this ti a child’s—a chubby little boy with drool at the corner of his mouth, holding a pipe:
"Sister is telling the truth. Grandma is lying. Hehe, Sister tells the truth. Grandma lies."
This was the child living in Room 4-18. Since he was playing in the hallway, he happened to hear Mo Yuan and the old lady’s conversation.
The little boy started giggling foolishly, but as he laughed, he began to cry loudly:
"Brother Ding Dong is dead! Brother Ding Dong won’t co back! Waaah, he doesn’t want anymore."
The cry was so sorrowful that it resonated with the blindfolded girl, who also began sobbing:
"I want to find him!! Let’s go find him together! Lele, don’t cry. I don’t believe he would die. He can’t die!"
The old lady also started to panic at this mont:
"Ah... Xiaodingdong is dead? Impossible, impossible. He said he would return. He must be... he must be lost. Let’s go find him. Let’s bring him back ho."
Wen Xishu did not move throughout; he just listened to these patients’ conversations, mulling over the entire story.
New characters soon appeared:
"Granny Wu, Xiaomo, Lele, I’ll go with you... I know the places he likes to go."
"When Ding Dong was making shoes for , we talked about the places we most wanted to go! I know where he wants to go!"
A middle-aged man with a rider’s helt appeared.
He was wearing the shoes imprinted with footprints that Wen Xishu had discovered. He was the resident of Room 4-12.
At the sa ti, a chef carrying a rice cooker and holding a fork also walked out from Room 4-16:
"I’ll go with you. It’s good to have company along the way. I can cook for you. We’ll take the mirror with us. No matter what, we have to find him. We have to see him alive or dead!"
The chef was tall, burly, and had a fierce-looking face, but his appearance made everyone feel a bit more at ease.
His na was Xiangyang, arguably the one with the mildest condition among this group.
The gang was assembled.
Wen Xishu looked at the chef, the rider, Granny Wu, Lele, Mo Yuan. These five people corresponded to the senses of sight, hearing, taste, sll, and touch...
And the task from Desire Tower was this:
Perhaps you can find sothing that can respond to their longing. Please make the patients in Rooms 4-1, 4-8, 4-12, 4-16, and 4-18 feel happy.
With this, Wen Xishu had figured out part of their fate trajectory.
These patients all had deep feelings for the great inventor Ding Dong. And Ding Dong seed to have died outside.
The closing of that door ant that an accident had happened to Ding Dong, triggering so kind of protective asure.
There were many ways to make these people happy. It’s possible that just so comforting words could complete the task.
But they weren’t yet certain that the great inventor Ding Dong had died. If they found out later... or if they were targeted by people from the lower three floors, they would probably die too.
The final degree of completion would definitely not be high.
Achieving their current heartfelt wish would be the greatest joy, and their joy was to find the great inventor, to see him alive or dead.
Or perhaps, to find other things that could respond to their longing.
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