"It's just that... you can't open that door yourself..." Feng Bujue continued, "Lester has to open it."

"What exactly are you..." the Dean said in a deep voice, "I've seen interdimensional travelers before, but you... you're no ordinary person."

"Heh... even an ordinary person can see through your schemes," Feng Bujue laughed, "It's because I think too much that I overlooked some things..." He pointed to his nose, "I should have noticed 'your stench' sooner."

"What did you say?" the Dean asked.

"You don't know, do you?" Feng Bujue replied, "Heh... no wonder... just like most people can't detect their own bad breath, you don't realize you're always emitting a coppery smell." He paused, then added, "Actually... I faintly smelled something as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, but because the smell of disinfectant in the hospital was so strong, your coppery stench was masked."

As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved a few steps closer to the desk in front of the Dean, "From what I can see, your ability to interfere with the first and second floors is very limited. Because there are many things there that even you are afraid of... like that little girl in 'Room 125'." He paused for a second, wagging his finger and pointing it at the other man's face, "So... you're hiding here, trying to mislead me into falling into your trap."

He paused slightly, as if recalling some details, "However... the opportunities for you to impersonate the system's voice... are not that many." Five seconds later, Brother Jue had finished thinking and began a logical and orderly narration, "First of all, you can't impersonate task prompts, after all, you can't rewrite the content in my task bar; secondly, prompts like [Cannot be opened] and [Seems to be locked], the system itself will definitely report them, and you have no room to interject. Therefore... you can only mislead me in those situations where 'there are no task changes' and 'no real system prompts'."

Brother Jue raised four fingers, "The first time was when I first entered the script. If I'm not mistaken... the real opening introduction of this script is just that messy horror video on the screen, there's no narration at all... without a doubt, all those words were added by you."

He put down one finger and continued, "The second time was when I was about to enter the pediatric ward. You fabricated the sentence [Ahead is shrouded in a dangerous darkness, do you really want to go?]. Now that I think about it... the context and timing of this prompt were subtly incongruous, but I didn't consider the assumption that 'someone was impersonating the system voice' at the time." He shook his head, as if very dissatisfied with his performance, "Actually, that area... can be entered without a flashlight. Although the corridor there is pitch black, there is faint light in each room, and it's not impossible to go in by feel. It's just that... if I went in directly, the process of finding those two X-ray films might be more difficult. And I had to bring those two films out to see the password recorded on them."

"In short... the purpose of your second intervention was to make me look for lighting equipment... in other words, to lead me to the security room. That's right, the things in that cabinet are all useful, but none of them are necessities. Theoretically speaking, there are only two tasks in this script that I 'must' complete, namely Victor's and Mr. Harper's tasks, and I can ignore the other events and the items related to them. So why did you lead me to a place I didn't necessarily have to go? The reason is simple... you added something to my cabinet... that so-called 'backup key'." He smiled, "Using words like 'a backup key secretly made by Lester' in the key's item description is indeed a good psychological suggestion. It's as if the room corresponding to this key is extremely safe, and Lester is trying his best to enter it. In this way... a foreshadowing is laid for that scene in the corridor."

He licked his lips and put down his third finger, "And the third time you impersonated the system's voice was just now... heh... we've all seen the result." He tilted his head,得意地道 *deyi de dao* (proudly said), "However... a fake is a fake after all, and the route you guided me on ultimately conflicted with the task the system gave me. Seeing that your plan was about to fail, you could only act desperately and say two more unnecessary sentences. As a result... you completely exposed yourself."

The Dean took off his gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose and placed them on the desk. He stared straight at Brother Jue in front of him and replied, "You listed three times, why did you hold up four fingers?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue immediately turned his hand one hundred and eighty degrees, with the back of his hand facing the other person, and the meaning represented by the remaining middle finger was self-evident.

"Bastard..." the Dean stood up, gnashing his teeth, "Don't think you've won... interdimensional traveler..." His face twisted and twitched, "You have no idea what's happening here... your actions... will only kill Lester."

"I personally believe..." Feng Bujue remained calm, replying, "This should be a special space somewhere between yin and yang." He thought for a few seconds, "Hmm... let's tentatively call it the 'inter-realm'." He put down his middle finger as he said this, "If nothing else goes wrong, the hospital in the real world would have been destroyed by the avalanche twenty-nine hours ago." He pointed his finger at the Dean's nose, "Clearly, you are the 'greedy person' that little girl was talking about... in order to save costs, you even dared to forcibly occupy this 'cursed land'. Then the hospital itself must also be a substandard construction project." He spread his hands, "When the avalanche came, this building definitely couldn't withstand the impact and completely collapsed from top to bottom..." He pointed to himself again, "Only one person could have survived. That's the guy who was late... because he hadn't even entered the hospital gate yet and was buried in the snow."

"But... this is cursed land, how easy is it to leave." Feng Bujue's expression changed slightly, "All earthbound spirits have an instinct to keep living beings and stay with them..."

"Yes... you're right..." the Dean interrupted, "Now Lester's body is barely surviving in the snow, while his soul is trapped in this 'inter-realm'." He glared at Brother Jue with a strange look in his eyes, "The closer your consciousness is to the world of the 'living', the clearer the pain transmitted from your body will be; and the closer Lester's body is to death, the more significant the influence of other ghosts on you will be." He paused, then added, "Before long... without me doing anything, you will be torn to pieces by the other ghosts here... unless..."

"Ha! Unless I walk through that door?" Feng Bujue interrupted with a smile, "Mr. Dean, I might as well say it straight, your 'borrowing a corpse to revive the soul' trick is absolutely impossible to succeed." He snorted coldly, "I've already seen through your plans. You want Lester to open your 'door of life', and then use his body to return to the world of the living, right... heh... that's really killing two birds with one stone, not only escaping from the gates of hell and letting Lester be your scapegoat, but also obtaining his body from now on so you can live again."

The Dean's face, full of copper lines, turned blue and purple. He was already enraged and at his wit's end, and could explode at any moment.

But Feng Bujue... was the kind of person who would kick someone when they're down. He never left any room for things he hated: "You really are a scumbag rotten to the core. You were able to become an evil spirit immediately after death, much stronger than other people who died in the avalanche...

Take the Count and Victor for example... like most newly deceased souls, they didn't realize they were already dead. Although their mental strength was a bit stronger than those ghosts who had been confused for many years, that was all.

You're different... as soon as you died, you immediately possessed the ability to approach unique data. In my opinion... given time, you might be able to reach the height of Mr. Kruger (referring to Freddy Krueger from *A Nightmare on Elm Street*)."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Bujue had already stood in front of the desk, staring at the other man across the table, "Keeping you around is a disaster..."