This night, many people are destined to have insomnia. They are for love, for survival, for atonement; or for money, for power, for women. Every person with insomnia has a secret in his heart, which can only be buried deep in his heart and cannot be told to anyone, or even the closest loved one.

The room where Xiangbei lives is on the third floor of this small town hotel. Behind the newly renovated milky white walls and beige brand new curtains are traces left by the erosion of rain and snow over the years. The white light emitted by the newly replaced lamp on the roof is cold and quiet, and is so quiet that it is scary. Xiangbei can only hear the buzzing and current sound from the lamp tube, which is constantly amplifying.

The wind outside the window was blowing swaying, constantly slapping at the surrounding buildings, as if to tear the loose windows and glass. The wind blew all night, making people feel an unavoidable chill. Toward the north, wrapping the quilt tighter. Everything that was born during the day made him feel uneasy, as if he was still in a dream.

The room was indeed broken. Waves of travelers used instant noodle soup, thick phlegm and mixed body fluids of men and women to wrap the worn-out bedside table with a thick layer of slurry. On the pale wall, an unknown insect crawled with a core spitting out of its mouth. It was dirty everywhere and disgusting everywhere. Yingbei pulled a piece of toilet paper from the bedside and slapped the insect to death with a slap. The insect's core had not yet been taken back into its mouth.

He thought of his home in the city, where he could lean on the sand at will, enjoying the warmth of blocking the cold winter night in a way that Ge You's paralysis. He could also stand by the kitchen window and look at the entire building opposite through the window screen. The building was filled with white and yellow light, like grids in the dark, each grid was performing tragedies or comedies - chasing children, washing clothes, cooking, watching TV, the couple quarreled and even men and women lay on the windowsill to make out.

Xiangbei still remembers that once he saw a couple arguing in the living room, and another man climbed to the balcony naked. Xiangbei kindly reminded the other party to be careful, but was scolded by the naked man pointing at the nose. Then, the lights of the house never turned on. Since then, Xiangbei will look at the house every night. Why is the lights never on? Will there be a murder case and the male owner killed the mistress? This matter has been buried in his heart.

However, his favorite thing was to lie in the sand and watch TV. The lights outside the house were lit and the room was warm. Nuo squatted beside him, playing with the toys that had been dismantled. Zhou Xuechen was busy cleaning up pots and pans in the kitchen. This was the feeling of home. However, from today, this scene will no longer happen. Xiangbeiman felt pain, guilt and anger, and there was nowhere to vent.

Now, he was living alone in such a strange and desolate place, and he could even appreciate the violent impact from the opposite room and the unrestrained moans of women. The sound was beautiful, which might relieve his nervous and manic mood. However, all the pain could only be left to Zhou Xuecen alone to bear. This was a great insult to a man. Thinking of this, the severe pain filled Xiangbei's head. He felt that this head was like a juicer. After a few shaking, the brain inside could become a paste.

No, I have to take a small pill to suppress my shock. The doctor said that my brain cannot be stimulated, otherwise it will become a mess.

After taking two small pills, Yingbei gradually calmed down. Another terrible premonition became stronger and stronger in his heart: not only was he chased by the police, but there seemed to be a kind of force behind him. Wherever he was and what he did, it seemed that he could not escape the palm of this force!

...

At Hedong Children's Hospital, the medical dispute finally subsided. The noise in the infusion room ended with a nearly happy ending, and everyone surrounded the doctor and continued to be busy at midnight.

Noyi was pushed into the morgue.

"How old is this child?" The gatekeeper Lao Wei took the child.

"Two years old." The beautiful nurse with heavy makeup left two words and left. She didn't want to stay in such a bad place for a minute.

"Oh, I'm a short-lived child again. Good...go...good...good...good sleep, the third demon is here..." Old Wei hugged Nuo Yi and hummed a nursery rhyme in an obscure northern dialect, with a calm and slow tone.

Old Wei is 72 years old this year and has a thin face. Maybe it is because of the heavy yin energy here, and he looks gloomy and looks like a ghost.

Zhou Xuecen also felt desolate. Nuoyi was still young, only two years old, and would definitely be afraid of living in such a place alone. No, I have to accompany my children here!

Zhang Ke was helpless. Although he was scared, he could only stay by the side.

The morgue was originally a quiet place, except for dozens of dead babies, only Lao Wei was breathing. Now there are a few more living people, which Lao Wei felt uncomfortable.

"You'd better go back." Old Wei advised Zhou Xuecen.

Zhou Xuecen ignored her. She seemed to have no consciousness, her eyes were distracted, and she kept muttering to herself, but she couldn't hear what she was saying. She felt that the child should be watching her in a corner at this time. At least, his soul should be nearby.

"Nuoyi...Nuoyi..."

Old Wei shook his head. Almost every parent looks miserable when he arrives here. They don’t know much about this place and think that the morgue in the Children’s Hospital is lonely! This is a lively place and a happy place! Old Wei thought about it, smiled bitterly, and continued to hum the two difficult nursery rhymes repeatedly: "Good...good...good...good...good, the third demon is here..."

"Uncle, are you the security guard here?" Zhang Ke was so angry that he sang the song with such strange tone, and got goose bumps.

"You can't call the security guard, I'm the gatekeeper of this morgue." Lao Wei answered very seriously.

"What do you call it?"

"My surname is Wei."

"Uncle Wei, Nuoyi is still young, please find him a better bed." Zhang Ke said.

"Don't worry, I'll choose a good Feng Shui location for the child," Old Wei trembled, his hands and feet were no longer very neat, and he shivered when he cleaned up the bed. He liked to call everyone who was brought over "children" rather than "body".

"You don't have to worry. I have been here for 24 years. Every child is carried here and taken away from here, and it is smooth. You see, this morgue is not big, but it is lively. All the children live inside are children. Some children die at birth, while others live here for seven or eight years, but no one has taken them away. Alas, they are all miserable children."

"My miserable baby..." Zhou Xuecen seemed to have her acupoints been untied by this sentence, and then she cried.

Zhang Ke was panicked and hurriedly went up to hug her, then gave Lao Wei a wink: You old man, how could you tell these ghost stories in the middle of the night? It was so scary. But she suddenly felt that Nuoyi was the same as them? Thinking of this, she got goosebumps again.

"Hey, some people lie in the morgue, some people have nowhere to hide in the street." Lao Wei seemed to be talking to himself, "Hey, do you mean you are happy to live or to die? I feel that this morgue is full of joy. At least their souls can rest in peace."

Old Wei sat on the chair beside him, put on reading glasses, took out his small notebook and wrote something.

"Uncle, what are you writing?" Zhang Ke leaned over and took a look.

"Make a record for Nuoyi. I will record the name of every child who leaves, date of birth, date of death."

"What do you remember it?" Zhang Ke was puzzled.

"My child left when he was 7 years old. Pneumonia, I didn't take it well." Lao Wei told his own story, "He cried very hard when he left. He hugged me and said he was afraid, saying he didn't want to die. I cried too. I cried. I was incompetent and could not support the child, let alone protect him. I hugged him. I said, "Baby, don't be afraid, you go first, your parents will go to find you in a few years. I thought, when I arrived in that world, I must take good care of the child. The child cried and cried, there was no movement. When I saw it, he died. He was full of tears. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh when I died. I wiped his tears and changed him into new clothes. I held him with both hands and walked from the ward to this morgue. Along the way, I was afraid that the child would be afraid, so I kept singing for him. Good... Good... Sleep, the third demon is here..."

Zhang Ke was originally scared, but he was fascinated by listening to the story, and tears rose from the corners of his eyes.

"Do you know what this song means? The big ghosts and little ghosts all let it go, my baby is coming... This morgue is a home. Every child comes here and is a new member of this family. They have experienced fear and pain, and finally found a home here, and they will no longer be afraid."

It would be a good thing if Nuoyi could rest in this new home. Thinking of this, Zhang Ke felt no longer afraid. She discussed with her husband and decided to try to persuade Zhou Xuecen to leave. This woman has lost her soul, and if she continues like this, she will definitely go crazy. By then, this family will be gone.

The two of them persuaded Zhou Xuechen to leave. However, she insisted on going back to her home, where Nuoyi lived, with children's toys, clothes, and beds for sleeping. Nuoyi was too young, and even if she died, she couldn't walk far. His soul must be still nearby, and the child would not recognize the way. If someone could lead him, the child would be able to go home.

Zhang Ke and her husband drove Zhou Xuecen home. The troubles of this day made the two exhausted, but when they saw Zhou Xuecen's dazed mental state, they were worried. After discussing, they decided to stay and accompany Zhou Xuecen.

Zhou Xuecen returned home and repeated her previous actions like a sleepwalking: clean up the toys scattered on the floor, go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Nuoyi, then take down Nuoyi's clothes on the clothes drying rack and stack them neatly. Everything is done and the supper is ready.

"Nuoyi, I'm out for dinner..."

The room is very quiet...

"Baby, where are you going to have fun again? Come out to have a meal quickly..."

Still a terrible quiet...

Zhou Xuecen seemed a little anxious, and his emotions slowly changed, and he shouted like crazy: "Damn kid, why are you so disobedient! If you don't come out, I will hit you!"

Suffocating quiet...

Zhang Ke could no longer bear it. She felt that Zhou Xuecen's mental state might collapse at any time.

"Snowcen, sit down and rest."

Zhang Ke pressed Zhou Xuecen's shoulder to calm her emotions. But it was useless.

Zhou Xuecen was like a witch from ancient times, summoning Nuo Yi's soul in this seemingly magical way. At this time, the phone rang, but she did not react at all and was still immersed in her own world.

Zhang Ke looked at it and it was a strange number. Who would call me so late? The phone kept ringing, and Zhang Ke picked it up.

"Hello, who are you?"

There was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Speak."

There was still no sound, Zhang Ke hung up the phone. As soon as he put down his cell phone, the phone rang again.

"Hey, who are you looking for? Talking... Xiangbei, is it you? I am Zhang Ke..."

"Zhang Ke...it's me," the other party finally spoke, "How is Xue Cen now?"

"Xiangbei, come back quickly. I always feel that Xue Cen is in a bad condition. This has dealt too much a blow to her. I'm afraid she will do stupid things." Zhang Ke started crying as he said, and his tense nerves suddenly broke off on that day.

"I..." Xiangbei was about to speak, but he heard the movement on the phone again. Zhou Xuecen was talking to himself. Xiangbei's heart suddenly felt like it was being pulled down by a heavy object, causing a heart-wrenching pain.

Wife, I said I would protect you and Nuoyi, but I didn’t expect such a thing to happen. I am not a qualified husband or a qualified father... Xiangbei silently condemned himself in his heart.

"Zhang Ke, please ask you to take good care of Xue Cen for me, and..." Xiangbei choked up, "I'll ask you for Nuo Yi's funeral!"

"Where are you now? It's so late, it's so cold..."

"I'm fine, I'm still safe here for the time being..." Before Xiangbei finished speaking, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the corridor, and then the knock on the door sounded!

Hearing the movement outside the door, Xiangbei subconsciously became alert. He had no time to say goodbye, hung up the phone, turned off the room light, and stuck it in front of the door to listen to the movement outside - it was the knocking sound of the door opposite.

"Police, don't move!" Then there was a torture and fight.

Xiangbei held his breath and his heart was raised to his throat - it seemed that he really couldn't run away this time! However, the movement seemed to gradually decrease, and with the sound of the door, the chaotic footsteps gradually drifted away.

Xiangbei kept listening to the door like this, and confirmed that it was safe outside. He slowly opened the door and the hotel owner was cleaning the room.

"Boss, what's wrong? Such a big disturbance!" Xiangbei asked casually, feeling sleepy.

"Damn it, it's really a bit of memorization, I'll fight porn!" The boss is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a sweater and pants, wrapped in a sloppy military coat on the outside. He seemed to be used to the problem of the guests and said angrily, "These unethical people come to my small hotel to find chickens and cause trouble for me. It's just a small business. Now, I can't even earn the room fee."

"Uh... no wonder." Xiangbei yawned back to the house and closed the door. That night, he had been half asleep and half awake. Every small movement outside would keenly capture him and subconsciously tighten the muscles all over his body.
Chapter completed!