Sound the Alarm

There's something here.

Following Zhao Yijiu's indifferent voice, the people in the garden quickly gathered together.

The uneven soil was mixed with wormholes and pebbles, making the piece of metal seem out of place compared to these common objects.

The shovels carefully dug away the soil bit by bit, and starting with the piece of metal, the thing buried underground gradually revealed itself.

The metal part is the handle of the scalpel.

Below the hilt of the knife, a decaying hand was clenching its fist, and an arm extending further in was mixed with other organs of a body. It seemed that the body was not properly positioned when it was buried, making it somewhat difficult to identify now.

"This is the body of a Doctor," Ren Yi said.

Actually, he didn't need to say it; the other three people present, as well as the onlookers, could all see it.

The body has probably been buried for many years. The white coat that was originally covering the body has been almost completely corroded, with only small pieces of white cloth remaining in some corners. However, due to the soil sticking to them, the white color is not very recognizable.

"Is this what we're looking for?" Shafuri stared at the corpse that had been painstakingly dug out, a hint of disgust in her eyes.

It's impossible to go to such lengths just to find this.

"There's more than one," Ren Yi said calmly, without any excitement or other emotion. "But we don't need to specifically look for a location; we can just dig around this corpse."

With a target in mind, the group moved several times faster, and working together, they quickly turned over all the soil around the Doctor's body.

Ten minutes later, on a relatively flat lawn in the garden, five or six strangely shaped corpses were neatly arranged.

All of these corpses were dressed in white coats or nurses' uniforms, and each held something in their hands that could identify them. Their deaths were extremely distorted, not like they were buried after death, but rather as if they were buried alive.

Their struggles resulted in various postures; it was extremely difficult for the group to carry them out, as they were afraid that touching any part of the corpse would cause it to fall off.

"What's the use of these things?" The fragrance of the surrounding soil mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, causing Qu Xuanqing to frown uncomfortably.

Her night blindness prevented her from seeing the nauseating corpses, but from Ren Yi and Shafuri's brief exclamations, she could guess their identities, and so she asked coldly.

Ren Yi did not answer for the time being. Instead, he squatted down in front of a corpse that clearly had female characteristics, reached out and pried open her head to expose the back of her neck.

After seeing the information he wanted, he said, "I had some information about a very important surgery that happened back then, and everyone who participated in it disappeared shortly afterward. After seeing the diary, I realized that this important surgery must have been the one that gave the hospital director's father emergency treatment. Among the participants, a female nurse expressed her intense fear to those around her in the last two days of her life."

"She sought help from her father and friends, saying that she felt like she was being followed for the past two days, and that she felt someone was following her when she walked home alone at night after get off work. Because of her firm stance, the matter even made it to some tabloids, but because the media outlets reporting on it were the kind of unethical entertainment news outlets, few people believed it, and some even said she was just creating a publicity stunt. In the end, the matter was dropped."

Ren Yi stood up. "She was the first person to be discovered missing after the disappearances began, and only then did people begin to believe her story. More authoritative media outlets reported on it extensively, but it was too late; she was ultimately never found."

This incident was documented in a newspaper available at the hospital, and finding this information required a lengthy search.

"This female nurse has three very distinctive moles on the back of her neck. Among these corpses, I think only the upper body of this female corpse is relatively well preserved. Since the matter provides information, there must be a corresponding object. After all, this is a simulation, not real reality."

"So this corpse also had those three moles on the back of its neck? That confirms that the people buried here are the medical staff who performed surgery on the dean's father back then." Shafuri played with her hair. "Judging by how much importance you're placing on this, even though this information hasn't opened up any further opportunities, it must be very important?"

Ren Yi nodded.

He didn't suggest what to do with the bodies, only saying, "This is a prerequisite, a prerequisite for fully uncovering the truth."

As they were talking, several corpses subtly changed their positions, as if they were trying to sit up or get up.

But when Qu Xuanqing took a step forward, revealing the dean who had been carrying on his back, the corpses immediately became completely dead again, motionless.

The strategists, who witnessed all of this, gained a deeper understanding of the Dean's purpose. They wondered whether the corpse's stillness stemmed from fear of the Dean's terrifying state or from respect for the Dean himself under normal circumstances.

Ren Yi said, "There are basically no more clues to collect in night mode, so we can go vote now."

"Hmm, voting, doesn't that mean one of us has to sacrifice ourselves?" Shafuri's gaze swept over Qu Xuanqing, with a hint of anticipation. "I wonder if this Boss Qu is willing to be the one to make that sacrifice?"

"If you wanted to show how stupid you are, then you've achieved your goal." Qu Xuanqing's cold reply drew a hostile glare from Shafuri. "Everyone knows I'm a lone wolf, unreasonable, cruel, and volatile. What right do I have to sacrifice myself?"

The slander and judgments that others have leveled against her, when spoken by her own mouth at this moment, have taken on a sarcastic tone, almost mocking, quality.

"But if the plan is to continue, someone will inevitably die. Who do you think your Yu Xing will choose?" Shafuri counted on her fingers, trying to reason with her. "You see, I know I'm the best choice in your hearts, but... I'm not so easy to persuade. Instead of going to great lengths to convince me, or even resorting to unnecessary force, it's better to save time and just choose one from among the obedient people."

"Besides, Ren Yi and I have both died before. Another sacrifice in this round would be too disadvantageous for us. It's better to let us live, at least to avoid the death rules inherent in the Fear Hospital itself." Shafuri smiled. "That way, we can cooperate without any worries later, right?"

That's the logic.

But Qu Xuanqing knew that Yu Xing would never make that choice.

Zhao Yijiu listened for a long time, recalling what Yu Xing had said in the ward earlier, and had a vague guess.

"Now that you're all better, let's go back," he unusually urged.

Qu Xuanqing glanced at him.

Noticing Qu Xuanqing's attention, Zhao Yijiu added coldly, "My brother has difficulty moving around, I need to go see him as soon as possible."

As they left the garden, feeling the oppressive atmosphere left behind, they all felt a sense of relief.

Although it was somewhat disrespectful, they still casually abandoned the bodies on the lawn. After all, this pattern would end soon, and they didn't need to spend time burying the bodies again.

When they returned to the fourth floor, they found Yu Xing and Zhao Mou sitting quietly in the archives reading. The archives were brightly lit and peaceful.

However, it was clear that both of them were in different condition than when they left. Yu Xing had a lot of bloodstains on the lower legs of his pants, and Zhao Mou's wheelchair was nowhere to be found.

"What happened?" Ren Yi glanced at Zhao Mou, who was sitting in the corner, his gaze sweeping over the cane inlaid with a small silver fox, but he asked Yu Xing.

"It's nothing, I ran into a little trouble, but it's resolved," Yu Xing said nonchalantly. He shifted from a cross-legged position to another sitting posture, without any intention of getting up. "And you guys, are you done? What's the next step?"

"There's no next step for now; we need to enter dusk first." Ren Yi glanced at Yu Xing again and finally asked, "You can't stand up. What kind of injury did you suffer to your calf?"

"Gunshot wound. Han Yan's bullet had a significant negative effect. I feel like my leg is so cold I can't feel it anymore." Yu Xing then used her uninjured leg to exert force, as if she had really ruined a leg. Qu Xuanqing stepped forward to help her up.

Knowing how quickly his wounds healed, Zhao Yijiu.

Is it because the opponent is at the Despair level that even Yu Xing's abilities are being suppressed?

The thought of completely trusting Yu Xing popped into his mind, but the next second, Zhao Yijiu rationally rejected it.

Impossible. I'd have to trust Yu Xing again, unless he's a fool.

Looks like it's just an act for the audience.

"So, you escaped unscathed from Han Yan's attack," Ren Yi concluded, his face expressionless.

Yu Xing immediately retorted, "Who escaped unscathed? You call that 'escaping unscathed'?"

He pointed at Zhao Mou: "He doesn't even have a wheelchair anymore. Without a wheelchair, his identity has lost its soul. How can that be called a clean getaway?!"

Zhao Mou: "... No, I think I have a soul, so if you're going to be silly, can you please not include me?"

[Hahaha, this is definitely a silly joke]

Actually, he and Zeng Lai are quite compatible; the two of them together could perform a comedy routine.

An inexplicable sense of joy filled the air.

Just then, a shadow silently emerged from the shelves in the archives.

It was a pair of pitch-black hands that emerged from the gap and reached towards Zhao Mou's neck.

Under the light, those hands were particularly conspicuous, impossible to hide.

While everyone was focused on Yu Xing, the only one who reacted instantly and kept an eye on Zhao Mou was Zhao Yijiu Zhao Yijiu. Almost the instant he realized something was about to attack, Zhao Yijiu appeared beside Zhao Mou, pounced on him, and pulled Zhao Mou away.

Without Zhao Mou's support, the cane toppled to the ground with a dull thud.

"Who, Han Yan!?" Yu Xing warned in a low voice, and the hands immediately withdrew.

It appears that Han Yan seized the opportunity presented by Yu Xing drawing everyone's attention to launch another attack on Zhao Mou, who was unable to dodge quickly.

Of course, this is only what it appears to be.

Just as Zhao Yijiu was about to get up to check if Zhao Mou was injured, but was stopped by Zhao Mou, those ghostly hands reached out again, this time behind Shafuri!

Han Yan remembered what Yu Xing had said, and chose Shafuri was someone no one would actively rescue here, as his target.

The attack on Zhao Mou just now was merely a diversionary tactic; the real attack would be much faster and harder to detect.

In an instant, those hands tightly wrapped around Shafuri's waist. Shafuri felt a force that was not human, and a chill ran down her back, as if an invisible black hole was quietly opening.

She cursed, and a leather whip suddenly appeared in her hand. Under her control, the tip of the whip curled and wrapped around the ghost hand, pulling against it.

If she gets pulled to the back, she will inevitably be teleported to Han Yan's side by the black hole, and then there will be no hope of escaping at all!

"Shafuri!" Ren Yi was probably the only one here who cared about Shafuri even a little. He took a step, but someone was faster than him.

Yu Xing's dagger, shrouded in the blue mist, pierced the ghost hand, pinning it to the wall.

An aura powerful enough to rival the ghost hand was subtly emanating from it, preventing the ghost hand from retracting. Shafuri immediately broke free, still somewhat shaken.

But she quickly recovered, a seductive smile playing on her lips, "Tsk, so you really meant to kill me. How utterly ungentlemanly..."

Over there, Yu Xing had already walked to the ghostly hand that had been stabbed, and grasped it amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Only after he had firmly grasped the ghost hand did he pull out the dagger and then forcefully pull it outwards.

Han Yan is not here.

But that's not important.

Yu Xing could clearly sense Han Yan's location from the distance of the curse power he placed on Han Yan. He forcibly pulled out the ghost hand, and at the end of the arm was a bloody cross-section.

The ghost over there tore off its hand.

"Yu Xing, what are you doing?" Shafuri was startled by his actions. She had thought that no one would stop Han Yan from killing her, since they needed to identify him.

Unexpectedly Yu Xing still helped her. So what exactly does Yu Xing intend to do?

"Ah, I just..." Yu Xing looked at the severed, black ghost arm in his hand. The arm was originally shapeless, like a piece of paper when it was extended, but now that it was in his hand, it had taken on a physical form. "It's just that it's so lively here, Han Yan went to the garden alone to see what you had just accomplished. I felt he was a little lonely, so I wanted to pull him over so we could all talk."

Let's talk?

Screw you!

Does anyone believe that? Are you mentally unstable?

Everyone was speechless. Zhao Mou slowly got up and leaned against his younger brother. "Then he doesn't want to come."

"Alright then, let's try a different approach to let everyone talk." Yu Xing tossed the Ghost Hand aside, twirling the dagger in his hand. "Let's take care of both assailants at once."

After saying that, he held the dagger to his own neck without hesitation...

Puff.

Blood splattered far away.

The perpetrator cannot be killed by others, nor can they kill each other among their accomplices.

But it didn't say you couldn't kill yourself.

Under several stunned gazes, Zhao Mou remained remarkably calm. Leaning on Zhao Yijiu's shoulder, he said serenely, "Sound the alarm."