I Have White Bedsheets!

The old man looked very angry, but Yu Xing could sense from his trembling voice that, besides anger, the old man was actually more afraid.

It was as if the dean knowing he was "not doing his job properly" would be a particularly terrible thing.

The dean is very dedicated. Could it be that in his delusional state, he also forces employees to be dedicated, and then reveals his terrifying side if they fail to meet the standards?

The old man was indeed the Morgue Administrator, because if you overcame your fear and looked a little closer, you could see the name tag pinned to his chest, which clearly read "[Morgue Supervisor: Li Dekang]".

"When did I slander you? You can't be unreasonable." Yu Xing said righteously, "Instead of going to the morgue, you're playing word Yugi in the records room. Are you trying to boost your performance targets?"

"I..." Old Li's neck cracked, his eyes were bloodshot, and a crack appeared on his neck.

There was no blood flowing from the crack, only a row of teeth, some with bits of flesh clinging to them. A voice drifted from the crack. "I can't go back to the morgue, I can't go back..."

With each word, the slit opened and closed like a mouth, and its head nodded little by little.

"Alright, I'm just here to find a file. Whether you go back or not is none of my business." Yu Xing nodded easily. "Then how about this, you just sit here, I'm looking for my things, don't interfere, and I'll be generous and not complain, okay?"

The old man remained silent for a long while before quietly sitting back down.

It seems that it agreed to Yu Xing's proposal.

The silent old man blended into the darkness, as if he didn't exist, becoming a shadow.

Yu Xing glanced around again, then went inside to search for any possible files among the rows of bookshelves.

The entire hospital was in a strange state Dusk Mode. He pulled out several paper bags, and the names of the documents on the bookshelves changed from various medical records and medication records to something like a human experiment database. There were also some onboarding reports of Doctor and nurses, pharmaceutical research data, and so on.

These things shouldn't be in this medical records room. They fill the room to the brim, making it even more cluttered. To find a specific document, you have to figure out the general categories first, then narrow down the time frame, and search for it one by one.

Yu Xing searched for quite some time before finally finding patient records on a shelf in the far corner. He pulled out the file folders but couldn't find anything about himself.

Not only him, but none of the other guests were directly referred to as "Xing" as a patient, so the others should also have used the Persona Mask as their names, which he didn't see.

"What are you looking for...?" About twenty minutes later, the noise outside the door had returned. The old man had probably recovered from the threat and, seeing that Yu Xing was still not leaving, he couldn't help but urge him on.

"I need my data and other people's data. The Doctor comes every day to draw my blood and give me injections, collecting a lot of invaluable data." Yu Xing stuffed the file back into the file folder and put it back on the metal shelf. "But the Doctor fainted today because of exhaustion, and now we need the data, but nobody can get it. I had to come to the archives to get it."

"I'm really in a hurry! This is my and other patients' data! How can we get treatment without it!" He frowned in distress, looking at the old man for help. "Wait, there might be a reason you're here. Could it be... that my and other patients' data have already been transferred to the morgue? My God, is the hospital giving up on us and focusing its efforts on treating people who are easier to recover!?"

"No! How could you think that?" the old man cried out in panic. "Our hospital director would never allow such a thing to happen. We always treat every patient with utmost care, and we've never given up on them, whether they recover or survive!"

Yu Xing: "What about my file?"

"Your... your... right, you're a patient on the third floor, right! The director's secretary took the patients' files from the third floor half a day ago, and yours should be in there too! It's not that the hospital abandoned you, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence!"

The old man's neck opened and closed rapidly, as if desperately trying to prove the hospital's innocence.

Yu Xing witnessed all of this. The ghosts here were all afraid of the hospital director, but they also spontaneously believed in the professional ethics that the Doctor in the hospital had cultivated under the director's leadership.

What a contradiction!

However, since a clue had already been delivered to their doorstep, Yu Xing stepped out from behind the metal frame and asked, "Where is the dean's secretary usually located?"

The old man's eyes were lifeless; the excitement just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He said wearily, "She's usually in the dean's office, but after dusk, she likes to go downstairs. I don't know if she has a fixed office location. You can try to find her."

"Oh, I see. Thank you then." Yu Xing smiled, waved to the old man, and took two steps towards the door before suddenly stopping. "Oh, right."

"What else do you want!" the old man snapped.

"Do you have any extra clothes for a corpse? A white sheet will do too." Yu Xing returned to the old man. "Recently, there's a nasty patient with cadaver phobia who's been bullying me. I want to dress up as a corpse to find the hospital director's secretary, otherwise, if that patient runs into me on the way, he'll definitely stop me again."

"I don't have any here." The old man leaned forward, the gash on his neck facing Yu Xing's face, as if he would devour Yu Xing if Yu Xing hesitated any longer.

"You're the Morgue Administrator, who else does if not you, right?" Yu Xing pretended not to notice the old man's attempt to shoo her away. "I'm not exaggerating, that patient was particularly aggressive. If he gets in my way again and my fellow patients' medical reports don't reach the director on time... what do you think the consequences will be?"

He sighed, his eyes filled with reluctance and regret. "I'll just say that I asked Li Dekang for help, but Li Dekang didn't agree, causing so many patients to be delayed... If I die because I didn't receive timely treatment, my last words will be that Li Dekang played with patients' lives. Sigh."

The Morgue Administrator named Li Dekang's face darkened. Suppressing his anger, he said, "I'm just a supervisor! How dare you try to scam me!"

Is this what they call staged accident fraud?

Yu Xing clicked her tongue twice in her mind. "Oh, I would also add that Li Dekang thinks he's just an administrator, not a medical worker, so he can arbitrarily delay patients' conditions, since the hospital director won't punish him anyway."

"You...!" Old Li's neck was broken, and he looked rather pitiful at first, but his fierce glare made him look terrifying.

"If you think what I said is wrong, go and reason with the dean. Anyway, I'll just say I saw you in the archives and that you abandoned your post." Yu Xing was eyeing the morgue administrator's position. Since the other party was already here, it wouldn't be right for him not to take advantage of him.

The topic circled back to the old man, whose weakness Yu Xing had seized upon, forcing him to compromise despite the tense atmosphere.

With a long face, he reluctantly and slowly took a slightly wrinkled white sheet from the counter, like a rusty mannequin that might fall apart at any moment.

Li Dekang said in a hoarse, somber voice, "Just this one. Remember to return it to me after you're done."

"Okay~" Yu Xing took the white sheet and draped it over herself before pushing open the door with satisfaction.

In the corridor outside the door, a burned monster happened to pass by the door of the archives room. Hearing the door open, the monster immediately turned its head and looked over. The scars left by the burns on its face were shocking.

The monster had one eye burned out, and only half of its nose remained. The remaining eye had no eyelid and could only be opened passively. Upon seeing Yu Xing, it first made a move as if to attack, but then it smelled the scent of death on Yu Xing.

The white sheets were filled with a pure aura of death, just like the sheets themselves.

No, it's just themselves.

The burned monster smelled the familiar scent and withdrew its protruding, scabbed arm.

They seem to be from the same category? Are they also hospital employees?

The burned monster stared at Yu Xing's white sheets for a long time before turning away.

Yu Xing closed the door to the archives room, wrapped herself in a white sheet, and deliberately slowed her pace to the speed at which these monsters wandered when they had no target, walking slowly down the corridor.

He also covered his head under the white sheet, looking like No-Face from Spirited Away, except he wasn't wearing a mask and had a face.

Holy crap?!

[That's outrageous]

Did he somehow manage to scam a disguise artifact from a ghost?

Isn't this a foul?

[Are you kidding me? You got these props through your own skill. If you were in that situation, would you dare ask the Morgue Administrator for a sheet?]

[No, the question should be, would he realize that white sheets could make ghosts mistake him for one of their own?]

How did he come up with that?

[I know the answer to this question. Sachi should be quite perceptive about funerals, after all, he once experienced a Death Parallel Line storyline with a strong sense of funerals, so it's understandable that he's good at this.]

Have you guys learned it yet?

[I've failed to learn this!]

"That shouldn't be the case." Yan Ming frowned as he chewed on his cola straw, watching the scene playing on the screen.

"What?" Qiu Ziyan had just finished watching Yu Xing antics with great interest and was growing more and more appreciative of this newcomer when she heard Yan Ming say this.

Yan Li's seat became empty, replaced by a silver tabby cat. The cat comfortably nestled on the sofa, showing absolutely no interest in the discussion of the Widow Investigation Team. It lazily curled up in a ball, its tail swaying happily from side to side.

Now, only Yan Ming, Qiu Ziyan, and Lu Xiaorong are sitting on the sofa watching the live stream together. Yan Li went to pick up Song Xue and the other two members. The cat belongs to Yan Li.

"This white sheet... shouldn't have any disguise function." Yan Ming's pupils lightened, and after observing for a while, he stated definitively, "The monsters of Twilight aren't all mentally challenged. On the contrary, they have their own set of behavioral logic, just like Doctor routinely make rounds and provide treatment, administrators have their own ideas, and those nurses wandering the corridors are fulfilling their duties, responsible for caring for the patients."

"All of this proves that they are intelligent. If they are intelligent, how could they be fooled by a bed sheet?" Yan Ming's lips curled into a sneer. "If that's the case, let alone a bed sheet, why doesn't Yu Xing just rip off those two Doctor's white coats in the treatment room and wear them himself? This round of guests are all patients. If disguising themselves as corpses can fool monsters, why can't they disguising themselves Doctor?"

"It's essentially the same. If each guest can find a ghost to communicate with and get an item with the ghost's scent from them, wouldn't these monsters no longer be a threat to them? If you can believe that, Zi Yan, are you stupid?" After saying this, Yan Ming lowered his head and scribbled something on a phantom piece of paper, muttering words that Lu Xiaorong and Qiu Ziyan couldn't understand.

But Qiu Ziyan heard Yanming Yan Ming her stupid very clearly. She clicked her tongue and admitted that what Yan Ming made a lot of sense, but that was exactly what Yu Xing was showing!

She wasn't responsible for analyzing the records, nor did she use her brain while watching the live stream. As for calling her stupid, this person is becoming more and more annoying.

I need to make sure he doesn't drink cola for a week from now on.

Lu Xiaorong and Yan Ming were particularly close, and he seemed to be on the same wavelength as Yan Ming, muttering under his breath, "If something that shouldn't have happened happened, it means there were factors we couldn't see that influenced the outcome, right?"

"Yan Ming can't hear you right now, he's chanting scriptures," Qiu Ziyan said irritably. Every time Yan Ming does "calculation," the words he mutters go against the feedback mechanism of other people's brains. Even though it's familiar language, other people just can't understand what he's saying.

This ability is often envied by others in the team, who say he can insult people to their faces without getting beaten up by the person he insults.

"I see." Yan Ming's state came and went quickly; it didn't take him long, a dozen seconds was enough.

On the screen, Yu Xing seemed to have gone to the dean's office after listening to Li Dekang's words, but didn't see any ghosts. So he continued to wander around the corridor. Because of the white bed sheet, all the ghosts that passed by hesitated for a moment before ignoring him, and he became more and more relaxed.

"What do you mean? I can tolerate you calling me stupid, but I can't tolerate you only saying half of what you mean!" Qiu Ziyan's eyes lit up as she asked curiously.

"The last time Han Yan appeared on screen because of an encounter with a monster was thirteen minutes ago." Yan Ming didn't mention Yu Xing, but instead spoke of Han Yan, "When the dean was sweeping through the fourth floor and all the ghosts and monsters were hiding, he also disappeared from the screen for several minutes."

Qiu Ziyan: "Mmm, and then?"

"..." Looking at his teammate who had given up on thinking as soon as they returned to the investigation team's base, Yan Ming sighed, "In the night mode, I deduced that 'manipulation' was Han Yan's main method. The attack on Qu Xuanqing in the morgue was a temporary ghost control technique."

"Furthermore, Han Yan is skilled at acting and disguise, so manipulating the Morgue Administrator into staging a play... shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"I understand!" Lu Xiaorong slammed his fat hand on the table. "Han Yan managed to control some of the ghosts while they were hiding. Now he wants Yu Xing to mistakenly believe that the bed sheet is effective. As long as Yu Xing to walk out of the fourth floor like this and encounters the ghosts on the third floor or the first or second floor, he will be immediately surrounded and attacked!"

"Hmm... it was definitely a surprise tactic." Qiu Ziyan pouted. "But if that's the case... then I think Yu Xing's sudden demand for the bedsheets before leaving the archives was also intentional."

Yan Ming chuckled lightly, "Indeed, when he got the administrator to compromise with just a few words, he should have already realized it was a trap."

Let's play along.