The phone glowed green in the dark, with "22:20" clearly displayed on it. The corridor is approaching, just turn two more turns, and you can reach the door of the dormitory. The woman was running so fast that her eyes were covered with sweat, and her high heels had already been kicked to nowhere.She was dressed stylishly, with a hot figure, the short skirt just covered her strong buttocks, and her black low-cut shirt was already on one side. This night, it seemed that she was the only one in the whole world, and her destination was the 306 dormitory. She broke into the dormitory, but fortunately the door was not locked, she pushed the door open, and there was no one in the dormitory, the quilts were spread flat, there was no light but she could see clearly through the light in the corridor.

He looked down at his phone again. "22:25". She almost rushed over to the bed by the window, and she hit the bed heavily.Regardless of the pain, she threw the quilt on the ground like crazy. The wooden bed board was a whole piece, and it was not easy to pull it off. However, she pulled it off desperately, and there was a loud "bang", and the bed board was pulled aside, and the door seemed to be blown shut by the wind. The world is so quiet.The woman was stunned. She looked at the iron bed with bunk bunks, which is the most common in colleges and universities, in front of her. It was the same as any iron bed, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The woman was lying on the bed, chanting a monotonous syllable incessantly.If one listens closely, one can hear her saying, "Where is?" She knelt down, touching the iron bed inch by inch, her smooth fingertips, like the belly of a silver fish, rubbed hard on the sand and stones. There was blood oozing, but it didn't hurt at all.Light came in from the window, bright spots one by one, like countless pairs of eyes peeping at her. She looked at the time again: "22:29", she frantically threw the phone aside, and lay down on the bed. She used a lighter, and the bright flame could reach more places.

The iron bed is a square iron frame with three iron bars across it. She looked from the opposite side of each iron bar on the bed. When the fire flickered, she leaned forward. On the back of the iron bar on which the pillow was placed, she saw that there was a dense layer of nails. The pale but strong human nails seemed to grow out of the iron bar, arranged one by one, and had already covered a layer. The iron bar also means to spread upwards. The nails are so dense, like the shell of a pangolin, there are countless light spots gathered under the firelight, like the light reflected from the pupil of the eye.

That spot of light seemed to be looking at the woman with countless eyes, but the woman didn't back down, and hurriedly fumbled from the bag. Just as she touched the mouth of the bag, she heard a strange bell ringing. "22:30". A strange ringtone rang from the phone, as if someone had given the time.The woman stopped moving, she lay under the bed, motionless. She looked up, and suddenly felt that the bed that was empty just now was full of people sleeping in the flat quilt. And those people have now been awakened by the bell, and they are about to get up. The woman buried her head in her arms, trembling slightly with terror.

She felt the sound of someone getting up and sitting up on the bed above her head, which had been emptied out of the bed board. There were footsteps in the empty dormitory, one, two, three, four. They all stood by the bed where the woman was hiding. for a long time. A fingernail gently scraped down from the side of the ear, gently scraping down the earlobe. The time on the phone is still: "22:30". The whole world has died.