The True Ending Guide 2

If the problem truly lies with the hospital director himself, then all the buried, grotesque images of Fear Hospital can be explained.

Zhao Mou pondered, "Although it sounds a bit cruel, the strange attitude of the dean's father towards the dean... his repeated pleas for the dean to watch him die, otherwise he would be afraid, is a scene that the dean remembers very clearly."

Ren Yi appeared quite calm, seemingly unmoved by the "cruel" truth. "Well, the dean himself is unwilling to admit his delusions, but others can still see the signs. Others only think the dean is overly diligent and hardworking, but as the dean's blood relative, the dean's father must be able to perceive the horror beneath his son's skin."

At this moment, the people in the office had already guessed that this might not be the most cruel, but it was certainly the saddest part of the whole affair.

The dean's father was not afraid of facing death himself, but rather that he had witnessed another side of his son and knew about his son's mental illness, and he was terrified of that side.

Perhaps that side of her father had also threatened him. The subconscious aversion to the burden caused by his serious illness was reflected in that side. The hospital director in that side must have been a person that terrified her father.

That's why he repeatedly sought a peaceful death while his son was lucid. His statement, "I must let my son see me die," wasn't about the event itself, but about the "son."

He didn't believe that his son's other side was also his son; what he pleaded for was for his normal son to accompany him. He was implying to his son not to hurt him with his other side.

The day the dean's father died.

The hospital director has been performing surgery.

In reality, he wasn't performing surgery on any other patient; it was his father's emergency surgery. His father's last desperate yet lingering glance was his last lucid memory.

After that, it was that "Doctor friend" who performed the surgery on my father. During the surgery, he must have said some very scary things... which is why my father was so frightened.

Then, the conflicting feelings of love and rejection in the dean's mind manifested in the words of his Doctor friend. For the first time, he realized something was wrong with Doctor friend and sensed the terror he might possess.

That was actually himself.

Yu Xing said calmly, "The story is over. What's next?"

The dean is not innocent, but if you really think about it, he is also a victim.

In matters of right and wrong that are difficult to distinguish, Yu Xing has always followed the lead of others as long as it doesn't affect him. He has seen far too many things where right and wrong cannot be discerned, and the dean's affairs are not enough to move him.

He's just the protagonist of yet another tragic story.

"Based on the conclusions we just reached, we can infer that the real-life 'Fear Hospital' probably did suffer a nightmarish attack before it became the scenario we're speculating about. The perpetrator of this attack was likely the hospital director who, after scaring his own father to death, realized the truth through the abnormality of his Doctor friend, and then truly collapsed into a monster." Ren Yi spoke like a teacher giving a lecture, listing all the key points one by one. It would be a huge exaggeration if you still couldn't learn this.

So the key point is still that unknown fact.

What caused the dean to develop this mental illness?

[I get it! The Dean in Night Mode doesn't have that Doctor friend side; that side only exists in Dusk Mode, which is that monster!]

[That clever little devil upstairs]

[I want to see the next step of the walkthrough! I'm studying it now.]

The live chat was filled with comments, and Ren Yi's precise strategy had given them information they had never obtained before.

As a Beijing map where the competition among the guests is more intense, the Fear Hospital map presents a greater challenge in uncovering the truth than normal deductions; almost one wrong step can lead to disaster.

"Next," Ren Yi and the others present had almost all flipped through the diary before taking it back. With a flick of their wrist, the diary disappeared.

He then said, "After the notebook appears, we should go to the garden outside the building and dig up the body of the dean's biological father. I'm not sure of the exact location, and there might be more than one body there. This step can be done by one person, but more people will be more efficient."

He glanced down at his notes. "After the body is exhumed, it may trigger a series of uncontrollable chain reactions. We'll have to adapt to the situation then."

Yu Xing glanced at him again. Were these all the action plans that Ren Yi pieced together based on the limited exploration of the guests after the map of the Fear Hospital was opened time and again?

It must be said that the existence of the Research Institute is truly a powerful sanctuary for the Righteous Path in the deduction system. Not only are all members on the Righteous Path, but their methods of collecting information and analyzing results are also far superior to those of other organizations.

That's pretty impressive.

Yu Xing could finish praising him in his heart, Ren Yi looked at him and asked, "How many people do you think should go to the garden?"

"You're asking me?" He was taken aback. "What, is there any place in the garden where we could be easily ambushed? Can't we go together?"

Ren Yi nodded. "The changes are too drastic. People with mobility issues should stay away from there to avoid accidents."

Zhao Mou: "..." Why didn't you just say my name?

He twitched his brow, then flashed a professional smile, "I'm probably the only one here with mobility issues, Senior Ren Yi. Where would you like me to wait for you...?"

Ren Yi glanced at him, then turned his head slightly. "To avoid you having nothing to do, you can go to the archives and look for other materials."

The archives room was where Zhao Mou was attacked by the vengeful ghost inside Zhao Yijiu.

Zhao Yijiu's eyes darkened slightly as she recalled Zhao Mou's injuries, and she interjected, "Then the four of you go to the garden; my brother and I will stay here."

His face was grim. He felt he couldn't possibly leave Zhao Mou alone here, especially since Han Yan was outside. He couldn't let Zhao Mou get hurt again.

"Yes," Ren Yi thought, "That's fine."

Yu Xing, however, had a different opinion. "I'll accompany Zhao Mou. After all, I'm not physically strong enough, and I'm not very efficient at digging."

"..." Qu Xuanqing, who had been quietly listening, finally showed a different expression. She raised her eyebrows, then casually changed her posture and stood against the wall, as if she had just happened to get tired of standing.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Zhao Yijiu's eyes. In that instant, he seemed to receive some kind of signal from Yu Xing, and he said coldly, "That's fine too. Anyway, your health is so poor, you can't do any physical work."

This persona has been sold since "Death Parallel Line," and it's unknown how many people still believe it, but Zhao Yijiu's explanation sounds incredibly convincing.

He guessed that Yu Xing and Zhao Mou had some private plans they wanted to carry out behind closed doors, and now was the perfect opportunity.

Finally, the group was divided into two or four groups again. Yu Xing and Zhao Mou stayed in the building, Ren Yi, Qu Xuanqing, Shafuri, and Zhao Yijiu went to the garden to dig up the bodies.

The unconscious dean was taken away by Qu Xuanqing. On the surface, by staying by her side, the probability of the dean being taken away by Han Yan was the lowest.

Time was limited, so they made their decision and immediately left the dean's office, leaving Yu Xing and Zhao Mou, who was in a wheelchair, to exchange a glance.

Yu Xing walked behind Zhao Mou and pushed him out along with his wheelchair by the armrest.

As time passed, the lights in the corridor outside grew dimmer, and the darkness outside seeped in through the windows, plunging the entire environment into a silent blackness.

They could only draw light from the lights on in some of the rooms on either side, and walking down the corridor felt like walking through a black nightmare.

Now, it truly feels like the real night is about to begin. In about half an hour, it will be pitch black. Unless we find a working light, we won't be able to see our own hands in front of our faces. Whether it's the perpetrator or anyone else, their movements will be greatly restricted. Only ghosts will run rampant.

Once out of the camera's range, Zhao Mou's languid sitting posture suddenly changed. The fox pushed up his glasses, tilted his head back, and looked behind him. The darkness was almost tangible; he could only see half of Yu Xing's body. The white coat fit Yu Xing perfectly, and even her face was hidden in the darkness and not very clear.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, and the sound of the wheelchair rumbling blended together, creating an eerie atmosphere.

To him, Yu Xing from this perspective was a bit like a psychopathic Doctor in a horror movie, someone who didn't know where he was going to be experimented on.

He asked, "What wicked scheme are you hiding now?"

"Huh? That's a really bad thing to say. What bad intentions could I possibly have?" Yu Xing's lips curled into a smile that was completely contrary to what he had said. He hadn't noticed it before, but it seemed that while everyone was reading the diary together, the outside environment had become even darker, the temperature had dropped, and the atmosphere was as cold as an icebox, with ghostly figures that could appear at any moment in the shadows.

"If you have no ill intentions, why would you stay?" Zhao Mou smiled, his eyes crinkling, making him look even more like a fox. "My brother saw right through you and gave you room to perform. So stop beating around the bush and just say what you want to do."

Yu Xing's steps remained steady. If one observed closely, one could see that each step was as precise as a machine's, not only in stride length but also in the weight applied. He said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I really just wanted to be lazy. Digging isn't for me; I prefer things to be clean and tidy."

"Tsk." Zhao Mou uttered a single syllable.

Look at the bloodstains on your clothes before you speak.

The white coat was already stained with various bloodstains and black ash that looked like coal from who-knows-where.

Yu Xing insisted on lying through his teeth. "I'm a pampered young master, I'm really not good at digging."

He led Zhao Mou to the archives room, and only when they were about to reappear on camera did Zhao Mou begin to have doubts.

Good grief, is it really not something you want to discuss privately?

He was pushed in with suspicion and a complete lack of trust.

The moment the door opened

A loud "bang" was heard.

Zhao Mou felt his wheelchair tilt to one side due to the person behind him, and he almost veered off course because of the inertia.

After the sound faded, he belatedly felt an unbearable stinging and burning sensation on his cheek. He immediately realized... he had just narrowly escaped a bullet.

Oh.

He knew that Yu Xing wouldn't do anything without a purpose.

That bastard, he actually wanted to use him as bait to lure Han Yan over to complete the perpetrator's mission.

He was exactly the kind of person whose absence wouldn't affect Ren Yi's ability to lead others through the Main Quest, making him the perfect target for Han Yan's attack.

"How could you do this?" Yu Xing's voice rang out loudly, filled with deep dissatisfaction. "We're already at the point of despair, why are you still hiding behind the door plotting against us? You're so incompetent."

In the archives room, the door that Yu Xing pushed open slammed against the wall, slowly bounced back, and was then stopped by a foot.

Han Yan gripped his usual gun, wedged the door with one foot, and wore a very strange smile.

He wasn't angered by Yu Xing's simple sarcasm and provocation. The dark muzzle of his gun remained pointed at Zhao Mou, who was confined to his wheelchair. His voice was calm, as if he were casually discussing what to have for breakfast. "That's very unreasonable, Yu Xing. I was just quietly waiting in the archives room, so why did you come knocking on my door?"

"I'm so bad at this, of course I'm afraid you guys might have completed some mission related to the truth, making the ghosts here capable of killing. As a non-combat type deducer, it's not unreasonable for me to be careful, is it?" Han Yan has mastered the art of nonchalantly feigning weakness to annoy others in a short period of time.

Yu Xing raised an eyebrow. "You anticipated that we needed prophetic abilities to come to the archives, which I know you don't possess. So, you must have used some kind of supernatural power to eavesdrop on our conversation. Plus, hiding in the archives all this time would make you look silly, so you wouldn't do something like that in front of the audience. You must have entered the archives within three minutes."

"Very clever, but what's the point of knowing all this?" Han Yan shrugged. "Your cleverness in unnecessary ways is just a waste of time. Instead of wasting your time, you should think about how your disabled friend can escape from this serial killer."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Mou.

Even though Zhao Mou wasn't the kind of person who was afraid of powerful Fallen Path, he still couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body at this moment. The suppression of one level made him feel like he was having difficulty breathing and was close to suffocating.

"Of course it's meaningful." Yu Xing also felt the pressure from the absolute difference in strength, but he had even come into contact with the aura of Ghost Tree and had survived that despair and oppression. Han Yan's aura seemed so weak and helpless.

"I'm happy when you can't show off in front of the audience. My happiness is the most meaningful thing." He said it with such conviction that at first glance, anyone would have to say it makes perfect sense.

But now that Han Yan has a gun pointed at his companion's head, he still dares to provoke a desperate-level opponent like this; he's truly stubborn.

Han Yan smiled, but seemingly to punish Yu Xing for his disrespect, he pulled the trigger without giving any warning.

A piercing bullet hurtled towards Zhao Mou, Zhao Mou narrowed his eyes and, in coordination with Yu Xing, tilted his entire body to one side, narrowly dodging the bullet.

Han Yan didn't stop, and fired several more bursts of bullets. Zhao Mou pulled out the cane that had been on his wheelchair and held it in front of him. A more obvious Female Ghost face emerged from the cane. The dark blue, translucent face looked like it had been poisoned. Her mouth was wide open, and it really was wide open. Her mouth took up almost half of her face.

She swallowed all the incoming bullets, let out a mournful sob, and her face became much more unreal, as if she had suddenly weakened.

But she hasn't disappeared yet.

"Oh? Half a hungry ghost?" Han Yan looked at the ghostly figure blocking Zhao Mou's way with interest. The next moment, Zhao Mou, along with the ghostly figure, was pushed to the other side of the corridor by Yu Xing.