“Kill... eat...”

In a corner of a certain room, a scarlet figure was hunched over, leaning against a long-handled naginata, cowering in the darkness.

“Kill... eat...”

The scarlet figure mumbled incoherently, seemingly chewing on something while muttering the same words.

Drip.

Saliva flowed from the corner of its mouth, dripping onto the carpet.

The slender figure sitting on the sofa in the living room frowned slightly in displeasure, saying nothing.

Chewing, gnawing, sucking.

The scarlet figure casually tossed a gnawed thigh bone onto the floor. Judging from its skeletal structure, it was the left leg of an adult human male.

“Eat...”

The scarlet figure licked its emaciated fingers with lingering desire, slowly turning around like a beast.

Eyes flashing with red light stared straight at the figure sitting on the sofa in the living room, a layer of primal hunger gradually covering its eyes.

“Calm down.”

That figure glanced at the heavily sealed door, then turned to calmly meet the scarlet figure's gaze. “It’s not your time to appear yet.”

“...”

The hunched figure draped in scarlet seemed not to hear the other's words, its throat constantly bobbing, its hands full of deep wrinkles repeatedly caressing the naginata's handle.

The slender figure frowned slightly, raised his left hand, two fingers holding a remote panel with only one button. “Calm down.”

Seeing the button, the hunched figure gradually calmed down, holding the naginata in silence, like a deformed and ugly little statue.

“...”

The slender figure breathed a slight sigh of relief, slowly lowered the button, vigilance and precaution hidden in his eyes, and slowly said, "Now is not yet the time for you to feed."

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Something about this mission doesn't feel right.

In room 0610, the Plague Doctor was facing the mirror, using a thin scalpel to shave his cheeks.

The blade gently peeled away a layer of flesh-colored film as thin as cicada wings, revealing a pitted face covered in charred and corroded marks underneath.

"...Sigh."

The Plague Doctor sighed softly, took out ointment from his backpack, and gently applied it to his face.

Tzz——

A puff of green smoke rose from the wound.

The intense pain made the Plague Doctor's eyes twitch, and sweat beaded on his palm.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the wounds begin to heal rapidly.

The decaying old creature carrying a bag that appeared in room 0608 last night should be the alien that was originally wandering in the corridors of the Dolphin Hotel.

The opponent left a considerable psychological shadow on the Plague Doctor, to the extent that the Plague Doctor moved out of 0608 tonight and moved into the adjacent room 0610——

A large number of black ink marks still remained in room 0608.

The ink had long since dried, but it continued to emit a foul odor like a lingering ghost.

Heaven knows if that "thing" will crawl out of the ink marks tonight.

The Plague Doctor re-bandaged his wounds, put the mirror back into his backpack, and muttered to himself: "I wonder how Yui is doing over there..."

The Plague Doctor actually knew Yui Shinzo of the 9th Division of the Day Island Extraordinary Affairs Investigation Bureau.

After solving the Ibaraki Middle School script mission, the Plague Doctor followed his agreement with a Jibakurei (earthbound spirit) named "Hanako" in the script and went to Day Island to fulfill her last wish.

At first, everything went very smoothly. The Plague Doctor successfully fulfilled Hanako's last wish.

But as he prepared to leave Tokyo, he was discovered by the Day Island Extraordinary Affairs Investigation Bureau.

The Plague Doctor originally thought he would be detained, judged,

Or directly be tied up in a small dark room, killed, and have his player qualifications plundered.

He even prepared to notify the Special Affairs Bureau through friend communication with a glimmer of hope, hoping the Special Affairs Bureau could protect him.

(Before going to Day Island, the Plague Doctor specially went to the Yin City Special Affairs Bureau stronghold to register for a bounty hunter license and obtained the contact information for the Special Affairs Bureau)

Unexpectedly, the Day Island Extraordinary Affairs Investigation Bureau didn't do anything to him. After investigating the matter clearly,

They symbolically made the Plague Doctor pay a fine in game currency and released him.

And some aristocratic families, Onmyoji families, and dignitaries came to befriend him, inviting him to banquets, and treating him as an honored guest.

It's not that the Day Island people have a problem,

The Plague Doctor is a bounty hunter who signed a contract with the Yin City Special Affairs Bureau. Handling him without authorization may cause disputes.

Moreover, the Plague Doctor himself is a very rare medical specialist player. His medical skills can also be used in the real world and can treat various intractable diseases.

The elderly and frail dignitaries naturally hope to maintain a good relationship with the Plague Doctor and let him help heal diseases—even dignitaries found it difficult at the time to have a miniature life potion for each member of their huge families.

This bizarre experience could completely fill a

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The Plague Doctor accepted the high-standard courtesy in a daze, was treated as an honored guest, and received the protection of the Day Island Extraordinary Affairs Investigation Bureau—that's how he met Yui Shinzo.

"It's a pity... the hotel's settings prevent players from moving around the floors at will. Otherwise, Yui Shinzo's unique power system, combined with my skills, would be very, very strong.

Completely fearless of any player in this mission.

Even against ordinary script bosses, my combination with her has the confidence to win in a one-on-one fight."

The Plague Doctor shook his head with some regret, reattaching the cleaned face mask to his face, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles at the joints with a scalpel.

He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall, "It's 11:55... it's almost curfew.

I hope nothing happens tonight..."

Drip.

The sound of water dripping.

Clear, close to the ear.

The Plague Doctor's whole body tensed up. A wooden staff instantly appeared in his palm, and a circle of dark green light rose under his feet, alternately releasing spells.

Guarding against possible attacks.

Drip.

The sound of dripping water sounded again.

His face, it's so itchy.

The Plague Doctor subconsciously reached out his left hand to wipe his cheek.

But unexpectedly, the skin on his face that was rubbed by his fingers easily peeled off like dead skin, hanging lightly on his fingers.

Like a flattened, wrinkled, dry face.

Black water dripped from the pits on his face, more and more, accumulating on the carpet.

Corroding the carpet with a hissing sound.

The Plague Doctor felt as if his whole body was soaked in a bone-chilling cold. He frantically applied healing buffs, healing spells, smeared ointment, and tied bandages.

Useless.

The wounds on his face kept gushing black liquid, the bleeding becoming more and more profuse, spraying wildly like a tap turned to its maximum.

Steam filled the air wherever it passed.

What's... going on...

The Plague Doctor trembled and staggered towards the door.

His fingers were blocking the wounds on his face, but they had already been corroded by the black water, the flesh melting away, leaving only bone.