Chapter 1 The Hospital's Secret

"I see... the layout of this hospital isn't arranged according to normal physical laws... it's a three-dimensional map..." Feng Bujue mused as he ran along the stairs. "Looking at a single floor plan will naturally seem confusing, but if you overlap all the floor plans, you can form a 3D model. Of course... even if you construct such a model in your mind, it's not that useful in a place where gravity changes according to the terrain..."

As he thought this, he reached the end of the stairs.

Feng Bujue arrived in another corridor, the lighting here was the same as before, white but shrouded in a layer of shadow, making everything appear in grayscale.

"This is the second floor too?" Feng Bujue muttered as he looked at the room numbers in the distance. "Hmm... the outpatient department I was just in was also on the second floor... Sure enough, these sideways stairs lead the players to the same plane... To me just now, I am now sideways at a ninety-degree angle."

His mind raced, and his actions didn't stop, after all, there were pursuers behind him, and he couldn't relax.

Feng Bujue quickly walked to a door, which only had the room number -216 on it, with no other markings. It was likely a patient room.

With a "click," the doorknob turned smoothly.

At this moment, Chad's two heads had also emerged from the stairs, roaring as they chased after him.

Feng Bujue had no choice. He couldn't slowly push the door open at this time, cautiously probing before entering... His inventory was locked, so he couldn't use the Vajra Bell to probe the way either. Even if he could... it probably wouldn't have much effect, because he was already in mortal danger. After activating the effect, the Vajra Bell would definitely ring wildly.

Helpless, Jue-Ge could only push the door open and enter, turning around to close it behind him.

Chad's footsteps stopped abruptly the moment the door closed, as if the giant of a man had silently disappeared in an instant.

"What kind of setting is this... Could an ordinary door really stop him..." Feng Bujue leaned against the door, panting heavily, and thought to himself, "Did he give up the moment he saw the door frame because of his massive size?" He couldn't help but laugh. "What's the difference between this reaction and 'Claptrap seeing stairs'..."

During the few seconds he took to adjust his breathing and calm his mind, Feng Bujue quickly scanned the room.

This was a rather large patient room. The lights were off, and the windows facing the corridor were all covered with curtains. However, with the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, he could still roughly make out the outlines of some objects.

"One, two, three..." Feng Bujue counted. There were a total of six beds in the room, all placed against the wall, three on each side, corresponding to each other. Next to each bed, there was a U-shaped iron frame with curtains hanging from it. When the curtains were drawn, they could cover the bed.

"This should be the worst kind of patient room..." Feng Bujue muttered. He was someone who had stayed in hospitals for a long time, so he was quite familiar with similar environments.

Generally speaking, the better patient rooms in a hospital were for two people, and had a TV; while the kind of patient room where six or even more people were crammed together was the worst level, with conditions comparable to a shared apartment.

Of course, there were also single rooms. Some you could get into if you had money, and some you could only get into if you were of a certain level or had connections. And some... were special cases, such as extreme illnesses that might require entering a sterile room, but hospitals with poor conditions might not have such treatment facilities.

In short, Feng Bujue was very clear about these things... In the days after he first got "sick," he had almost played through all kinds of facilities in major hospitals in S City... He was upgraded to better and better patient rooms, the doctors who came for consultations were bigger and bigger names, and the tests he had done were even more comprehensive. From ordinary multi-person patient rooms to VIP private rooms, from district hospital residents to world-renowned authoritative experts... From a patient's point of view, Feng Bujue had indeed seen big things... He could be considered to have become famous through illness, leaving a heavy mark on the medical world of the mid-21st century.

"Well... since I'm already in here..." Feng Bujue reached out to feel for the light switch, but halfway there, his movement stopped again. "Hiss... if there really are 'patients' in here, and turning on the light will trigger some flag, then wouldn't I be in trouble..."

After thinking for a few seconds, he decided not to make any noise and stand at the door for a minute before turning on the light...

This was also for safety's sake... It's always good to be cautious, anyway it's only a minute. After a minute, Chad would definitely be gone from outside the door, and even if he triggered some kind of deadly situation again,

He could choose to escape back into the corridor.

So, Feng Bujue waited at the door for more than a minute, then he opened the door, peeked out, and after confirming that Chad was no longer there, he closed the door and turned around to turn on the light switch.

There were a total of four ceiling lights in the patient room, all embedded in the ceiling. Jue-Ge turned all the lights on in the room at once, and the room instantly lit up.

At this moment, all six beds in the room were surrounded by curtains, and they were completely closed...

"Heh... this kind of trick..." Feng Bujue took out his folding knife from his pocket, flicked out the blade, held it in his hand, and then slowly moved forward. "It's similar to some games where you need to check each toilet stall one by one..."

He first walked to the window at the other end of the room and parted the curtains to look outside.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa—

In that instant, he heard a series of rapid, strange sounds... suddenly coming from his side.

Feng Bujue turned his head sharply at the sound, and saw that six bloody palm prints had appeared on the wall next to him...

"Triggered by looking out the window..." he muttered, then shifted his gaze back to the window, as if the appearance of these palm prints was a very ordinary thing.

Outside the window was pitch black, and the glass reflected Feng Bujue's own shadow, or rather... Lester's shadow.

Just as Jue-Ge fixed his eyes on the window, the reflection of Lester actually smiled...

In the same second, Feng Bujue faintly heard a sinister laugh in his ear.

"Indeed very terrifying..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "For normal people... being startled by the bloody palm prints would already be shocking enough, and then seeing the reflection in the glass smiling when they turned their heads would have a certain chance of scaring them out of the script."

After Jue-Ge finished saying these two sentences, he nonchalantly closed the curtains again...

"Okay... let's see what's on the beds." Feng Bujue, holding the knife, first walked to the bed closest to him and reached for the curtain.

Suddenly! With a "snap," a pale hand shot out from the curtain and tightly grasped Feng Bujue's wrist.