True Ending Strategy 1

Ren Yi originally invited Yu Xing because there were some things that needed to be done by the two of them separately.

Now, with so many more people, he can allocate tasks more easily, and the margin for error has increased considerably.

"How many people are needed in the intensive care unit?" Zhao Mou asked.

"We don't need too many, just someone who meets two conditions." Ren Yi led the way, first heading towards the dean's office.

Every so often, there was a rusty, broken clock on the wall that could barely tell the time. Ren Yi calculated the time indicated by these clocks. The dean was not in his office now; he should be running through corridor number four toward the intensive care unit.

"What are the conditions?" Shafuri raised an eyebrow.

"First, be good at seizing opportunities. You must save people when the dean is on the verge of death. If you're too late, the dean will die; if you're too early, the diary won't appear." Ren Yi held the paper filled with his strategy notes as the corridor receded. Their current location and the haunted corridor number four were symmetrical about the hospital's center.

The sounds from that side couldn't reach us; everything was eerily silent, and the night outside the window seemed even deeper, as if the sky were covered by an inverted teacup.

"Second, our direct Combat Power is sufficient to deal with the ghosts. Although the haunted house doesn't have a fatal effect on the guests, if we can't handle it, there's a 90% chance the director will be ambushed and killed."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Xing subtly.

In his mind, this person should be competent and relatively trustworthy.

"Oh, then I'll stay in the office with you." Shafuri smiled and pushed open the door to the dean's office.

The ghosts here have been dealt with by Ren Yi, so it's perfectly safe.

"Hmm." Ren Yi thought to himself that Shafuri was quite self-aware.

Her whip is only effective in bed. In direct combat, poison is less effective against ghosts than against humans, and the whip doesn't hurt ghosts much, putting her at a disadvantage.

"I'll go rescue them?" Yu Xing asked, then, without waiting for Ren Yi's nod, glanced around and said, "Zhao Mou, who has difficulty walking... stay here too. As for Qu, stay here to protect these non-combatants, just in case Han Yan wants to cause trouble."

He put his arm around Zhao Yijiu's shoulder. "How about I go rescue someone with Brother Jiu?"

Zhao Yijiu did not express her own opinion, which seemed to be an acceptance of this assignment.

Ren Yi agreed and took control of Zhao Mou's wheelchair, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

He felt that Yu Xing could complete the task on her own, but with Zhao Yijiu involved, the margin for error would be higher, making it less likely to fail.

"Wow, even Cold Wine is this good," Shafuri teased. "Then you guys can handle it."

The wheels of the wheelchair made a noise as Zhao Mou was pushed into the office by Ren Yi, glancing back at the wheelchair.

He knew more about Yu Xing, and he suspected that Yu Xing's motives for taking his brother away weren't so simple. He was the person who had the most contact with that vengeful ghost besides Zhao Yijiu, so how could he not recognize it? Just now, the vengeful ghost's aura replaced his brother's aura and appeared behind him.

If the exchange of breaths hadn't been so brief, and if Yu Xing Sheqing Ghost hadn't been there, he wouldn't have been so calm just now.

Something must have happened that he doesn't know about. Yu Xing pulled his brother away from the camera's range, probably to deal with some issues related to the vengeful spirits.

Zhao Mou adjusted his glasses, turned around, and calmed down.

He felt at ease leaving this matter to Yu Xing. He didn't know why, but Yu Xing often showed an Impermanence and somewhat dangerous side, yet he always managed to make others feel at ease and trusting.

This person really is the kind of person who can give others Stockholm syndrome by nature. Yu Xing isn't a criminal.

Zhao Mou began to take in the furnishings of the dean's office. It was actually quite similar to the Doctor' offices he had entered before, without any extravagance or elaborate decorations. The only difference was that the glass cabinets had been replaced with bookshelves, which were filled with medical books, philosophy books, and various books on success and management. This showed that the dean was not only dedicated to medicine but also highly cultured and committed to improving himself in all aspects.

This conclusion would be even more convincing if some of the books hadn't been read so few times that they were already gathering dust.

The dean must be a man who pays attention to his image, Zhao Mou thought. His instinct to gather intelligence made him look more involuntarily. The windows were large, but the curtains were drawn tightly. There was no visible trash on the floor, and the trash can next to the desk was half full and had not been emptied.

Zhao Mou squinted, and the following image appeared before him.

He was a fairly simple man who loved his career, his patients and staff, and the hospital. However, his position inevitably influenced him, making him unconsciously gravitate towards the image of the hospital director that others praised.

They have decent self-discipline and will try to present themselves well, but they don't pay attention to details. It's like they have a contradictory mentality. "I'm just doing what a dean should do, so it doesn't matter if you see that this isn't the real me."

Nothing particularly special, but some odd people.

While Zhao Mou was getting to know the hospital director he had never met through this office, Ren Yi checked the time and realized it was almost time. Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu should go to the intensive care unit early to gain the upper hand.

"We can set off now."

"Okay." Yu Xing didn't say another word and led Zhao Yijiu to the intensive care unit.

The path they chose was the opposite direction from Corridor Four. The Dean's escape route was always exactly the same; as long as no one interfered, he would walk step by step towards his death along this path.

He believed that Han Yan wouldn't be the one to interfere with the dean, because Han Yan was also waiting for the truth to emerge.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu quickly moved out of Ren Yi's camera's range, and they were finally able to talk about things that they couldn't let the audience know.

"How are you feeling now?" Yu Xing asked.

"Fortunately, its influence on me was taken away by Yiqing." Zhao Yijiu was conscious and in relatively good condition.

But he could still hear the vengeful ghost chattering in his head. This was the first time Zhao Yijiu had ever encountered a ghost that was so talkative and even noisier than Yu Xing beside him.

Yu Xing asked curiously, "Noisy? What did he say?"

Zhao Yijiu heard two more sentences. "... He said you don't understand anything and dare to say he's noisy. Once he recovers, he'll show you what real noise is."

Yu Xing: "Oh ho."

"Yiqing, Brother Jiu's side too. There's no need to listen." He didn't take it seriously. Even if the vengeful ghost regained its strength one day, it wouldn't be able to disturb him freely anymore, because he believed that Zhao Yijiu would definitely be able to control the vengeful ghost's power by then.

Yi Qing's illusory figure appeared, swaying from Zhao Yijiu's body. He was dressed in a flowing blue ancient robe, as elegant as an immortal. He was not holding a fan. He floated to a slight angle above Yu Xing and snorted coldly.

If he could speak, he would definitely say, "You're saying you don't want such great fun? I don't need to listen to you."

But thinking about how he had almost shattered Zhao Yijiu's consciousness just for fun, and how he had almost failed to fulfill his promise to Yu Xing, he felt a little guilty.

Although he wasn't exactly a reasonable person, he still managed to quiet Zhao Yijiu's ears with a wave of his hand.

Zhao Yijiu stopped abruptly after hearing the sentence, "You're Sheqing Ghost, why do you listen to this human? You're completely..." His tense nerves finally relaxed, and he said to Yu Xing, "Alright, stop arguing now."

They arrived at the intensive care unit without incident. The door was ajar, and through the two-finger-width crack, they could see dim lighting and a series of sophisticated yet obscure instruments that instantly evoked images of death.

On that lifeless, pale hospital bed, the outline of a body rose in the middle of the blanket, a head protruding from the blanket, connected to a ventilator. With the low, muffled breathing sounds, the electrocardiogram above the bed fluctuated faintly.

No one has touched the ghosts here; they remain entrenched in the room. What's on the bed is no longer a question.

Yu Xing gave Zhao Yijiu a look, placed her hand on the door, and prepared to push it open.

Just before he exerted force, an eye peeked out from the crack in the door. Amidst a large expanse of white, the tiny eyeball darted around like a marble that had lost its focus, its gaze unfocused.

Beneath her eyes, a hand so thin it was practically skin and bones quietly reached out, about to grasp Yu Xing's wrist.

Yu Xing was standing right next to him, suddenly started acting out a dramatic scene. Her expression changed, and before she could be dragged into the room and into the camera's range, she jerked her hand back and exclaimed, "A ghost!"

Zhao Yijiu remained expressionless; he wasn't surprised at all that this had happened.

It even seemed vaguely familiar.

The ghost in the room was startled by Yu Xing's reaction and vanished instantly.

It probably never expected that someone with such a strong reaction to ghosts would come here.

"Stop playing around, come inside." Zhao Yijiu nudged Yu Xing then pushed open the door. The light inside flickered, making the hospital bed look as cold as a corpse bed. The unknown body on the bed resembled a corpse, which made people very uncomfortable.

The live stream camera in the intensive care unit was instantly activated; there was a movement under the blanket, and the ventilator made a louder noise, asserting its presence.

They're open! They're pretty quick!

Who could be the "patient" in the intensive care unit this time? Burned to death, cut wrists, or poisoned?

I think it's suicide.

What are they planning to do? They'll have to rely on the patients to kill the director when he arrives. If they deal with the ghost now, the director won't be on the verge of death.

Stay away. This "patient" isn't the type to wake up instantly. Like the one in the elevator, it needs enough disturbance before it attacks.

Where to hide? Under the bed? Gentlemen, I'm so excited!

The audience's guesses were fairly close, because there aren't many places to hide in the intensive care unit; under the bed and behind the curtains are the best options, as other places are easily discovered.

Yu Xing heard a faint sound not far away. It seemed that the Dean was about to escape from Corridor 4. The ghost had set up some restrictions to prevent the sound from getting out.

"Let's hide," Zhao Yijiu suggested, pointing to the area under the bed.

Yu Xing smiled and said, "Hey, no rush, let me take a look first..."

As he spoke, he approached the "patient" on the bed, despite Zhao Yijiu's slightly troubled expression. As he got closer, the patient's electrocardiogram began to fluctuate irregularly, as if his heartbeat was very disordered.

Actually, the "patient" wasn't unconscious; it was just following some unseen rule that it would only wake up after a certain level of contact. The sneak attack through the door was the only chance to attack before a living person entered the intensive care unit.

If a person's attention is drawn to that hand and they are grabbed, they will be dragged into the intensive care unit. Instead of being a bedridden "weak patient," they will be greeted by a powerful and disgusting ghost.

"Why did I come here..." Yu Xing muttered to herself as she reached for the blanket and pulled it down a little.

The patient was wearing the same hospital gown as Zhao Yijiu. He was emaciated, with his neck torn open as if it had been smashed by something. The wounds were a mess and looked much more painful than a slit throat.

"Oh, this is..."

"Don't say that word," Zhao Yijiu said urgently, stopping it. "If you say that word, it will wake up."

The word "already dead" is a major taboo in front of patients. No one wants to hear such an unlucky word while lying in a hospital bed; it's practically a curse.

Even if the person in the hospital bed is truly dead, it wouldn't want to hear it.

The moment you mention that he died, or how he died, it wakes up and starts beating you up.

If they wake up early, the director might not be able to escape, which would be detrimental to their plans.

"Quite particular," Yu Xing muttered, then looked at the patient's face. It looked like an old man with sparse, gray hair, and a pair of eyes... which he didn't know when they had opened.

The old man's eyes were very cloudy, with a chilling stillness. A ventilator covered the lower half of his face, and there was only the sound of his violent breathing, but no white mist appeared on the ventilator.

"Oh, you seem to be in good spirits. You must be getting better soon." Yu Xing smiled kindly at the old man—no, the old ghost—and considerately covered him back with the blanket.

Her head was covered.

Yu Xing stepped back properly, stirred under the covers as if enduring something, but ultimately suppressed it and fell silent.

Zhao Yijiu: "You just had to... provoke me like this?"

He gave up before even asking the question. He already knew the answer; it was normal for Yu Xing to provoke him like this. But... was she planning to completely expose herself and stop pretending to be innocent in front of the audience?

Yu Xing returned with a playful look, and shamelessly declared, "Look how energetic this old gentleman is, can't I help him get some fresh air?"

Zhao Yijiu didn't know why she was responding to this. "Then why did you cover its head?"

"It's a bit chilly here, so make sure to keep warm after you've had some fresh air."

You really deserve a beating.

"Hey," Yu Xing's eyes lit up, "Why don't you use Tianjin dialect? Otherwise, it'll sound like we're doing a comedy routine."

"..." Zhao Yijiu said, "Get lost."

Yu Xing rolled under the bed.

Not only did he get out of there himself, but he also dragged Zhao Yijiu along. "Stop being sarcastic, the dean is coming soon, you better hide."

Zhao Yijiu expressionlessly suppressed the urge to punch someone and crawled inside as well.