Gawain watched the two figures scramble and crawl out the door, then lifted the white sheet and climbed down from the morgue table.
Looking around, he saw corpses laid out everywhere. The air was bitterly cold, mournful winds wailed, and mist drifted through the room.
There had to be plenty of wronged ghosts here.
That was what he thought as he let out a long sigh.
Everyone suffered.
Only the game brought eternal joy.
As he was thinking, two people arrived at the morgue entrance.
One was Maple Father, and the other was Light Nun.
"Gawain, how did you end up here? We've been looking for you for a long time," Light Nun said.
Gawain glanced at her, avoided her gaze, and turned to Maple Father. "Well, I found this hospital rather strange, so I came here to look for clues."
"Yeah, this place is very strange. The two of us, perfectly normal people, nearly got caught and treated like patients," Maple Father said, still shaken.
"Oh, when you came in, did they ask you questions too?" Gawain quickly asked.
"Yes. The questions they asked went like this," Maple Father explained. "The hospital wanted to implement humane management, letting patients serve as floor leaders. The floor leaders had to be lucid, so the dean chose them by asking questions. The dean asked the patients on the first floor: What is round, red, and sweet to eat?"
"Someone answered apple and became the first-floor leader."
"He asked the patients on the second floor: What is long, square, and soft to eat? Someone answered bread and became the second-floor leader."
"When it came to the third floor, the dean asked: What is big, green, and sweet to eat? But no one could answer."
Gawain nodded. He could not think of it either.