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At this moment, Gu Mian and the other person had already arrived on the second floor.

In a circular building like this, which was open in the middle, one should be able to see the lower floors from the railing on the higher floor.

However, where the railing should have been on the second floor, there was a wall instead. Thus, in front of Gu Mian was a circular corridor, which was now completely dark. It seemed the entire building had lost power.

There were extinguished chandeliers overhead. At regular intervals on the ceiling were large LED panels. These panels were still lit, displaying the time as 20:23. In an hour and a half, the question-answering session would begin.

Looking around, the rooms were still identical, except they had changed from a mourning hall to a ward, very much like the hospital Gu Mian was familiar with.

But this place was different from a typical hospital.

In a normal hospital, both sides of the corridor should be lined with patient rooms. However, here, one side was a wall, and the other was patient rooms.

This floor corresponded to the ambulance outside.

If that was the case, then the floor below should correspond to a hearse.

By extension, the third floor might be prison cells, corresponding to a prison transport vehicle.

Fortunately, the patient rooms had windows, so even though the power was out here, it was much brighter than the first floor.

Gu Mian carefully observed the second floor.

The patient room doors all had glass, so one could see the situation inside without entering.

Because the corridor was circular, one could only see a portion of the patient rooms at a glance; the vast majority of the area was out of sight.

"I guess there should be a nurse's station on this floor. Let's look for it," Gu Mian said, looking down at Xiao Qiao beside him.

Just like on the first floor, the clue to the ghost on the second floor was likely hidden in one of the patient rooms. Searching room by room would be inefficient; it would be faster to check the names at the nurse's station.

Xiao Qiao had never had her own opinions; she would only nod at whatever Gu Mian said and then follow him.

She was very quiet. Compared to the other players whose screams were comparable to automatic alarms, she could be considered well-behaved.

Gu Mian swept his flashlight across the dark corridor.

Hospitals had always been places filled with a terrifying atmosphere. Gu Mian had worked overtime in a hospital late at night. Standing in the corridor, even with the lights on overhead, gave off an eerie feeling.

What made it worse was that Gu Mian was an intern doctor in the neurology department. Most of the patients on the first floor had problems with their brains and nerves.

Conditions like cerebral infarction and localized paralysis made walking difficult. Doctors would advise these patients to move around more.

These patients were also very obedient. They would often come out to walk around late at night when they couldn't sleep. Gu Mian would often see figures walking in the corridor late at night with a zombie-like gait, which most people couldn't handle.

Fortunately, there were no patients on the current floor, nor any figures walking with strange gaits.

However, the building was very large, estimated to be about the size of two combined sports fields. The two of them walked for two minutes without seeing any sign of a nurse's station.

Instead, strange rustling sounds would occasionally come from behind them, as if something was following them.

Gu Mian would always turn around promptly, but there was nothing behind them.

Yet, the sound behind them kept getting closer, eventually almost sticking to their backs.

Xiao Qiao had clearly heard the sound too. She proposed a bold idea: "How about I walk backward to see what's behind us?"

As she spoke, she was about to turn her head, but Gu Mian quickly grabbed her, "No need."

She seemed a bit confused but didn't ask further, continuing to follow Gu Mian forward.

A few steps after they moved forward, the sound behind them grew even closer, this time almost right behind them.

Gu Mian even felt something slowly approaching the back of his head.

He was about to do something, but before he could act, an alarm suddenly sounded in his mind.

It was as if he had been suddenly targeted by something malicious. He knew the source of this scrutiny was not the thing behind them, because in his twenty years of life, he had experienced this malicious scrutiny countless times.

Every time this feeling appeared, something unexpected was bound to happen!

So, over the years, Gu Mian had developed a special skill: whenever this feeling arose, he would immediately jump to the place farthest from any threat.

For example, the last time their class went on a field trip by bus, as the bus was slowly turning at an intersection, he suddenly had this feeling. Gu Mian immediately jumped out of the bus and ran non-stop along the escape route he had planned. When he looked back, the bus had already been hit by a truck.

Coincidentally, the truck that hit the bus was carrying a full load of steel bars. One bar, not properly secured, shot out from above the truck's cabin and directly into one of the bus windows, which was where he had originally been sitting.

That time, his classmates were all injured to varying degrees, but not too seriously. The most serious injury was Gu Mian's, who broke half his arm from falling after jumping out of the window.

After the bus incident, Gu Mian participated less in group activities. Even when there were group activities, he would deliberately distance himself from others.

He understood that his strange luck could also bring misfortune to others.

But now he was in a Dungeon, and he couldn't deliberately keep his distance from others. He could only try to pull the person next to him along.

Now, he grabbed Xiao Qiao's hand and pulled her forward abruptly.

Xiao Qiao didn't react in time, was pulled down, and then accidentally dragged a distance by Gu Mian, making a crisp sound from her wrist.

But immediately after, a louder sound replaced the crisp sound from her wrist.

A huge object suddenly fell from where they had been standing, and it seemed to have hit something, as the sound of it landing was not crisp.

The LED panel from overhead had fallen, heading directly for Gu Mian's head. Fortunately, he had moved quickly. If this thing had hit his head, it would have certainly crushed it.

Gu Mian shone his flashlight towards where the LED panel had fallen. The panel seemed to have accidentally hit something, and there was a dark shadow below.

Just as he was about to get a closer look, the dark shadow let out a "woo" sound and then disappeared entirely.

The shadow was gone, and Xiao Qiao was still sprawled on the ground, face-first.

After a few seconds, she tried to get up, using both her hands and feet, but the hand Gu Mian had grabbed seemed to have lost all strength, hanging unnaturally from her wrist.

Gu Mian braced himself for a severe scolding and crouched down, intending to help her up.

But she seemed unable to stand, sitting down on the ground with a plop. She lifted her bruised and swollen face to look at Gu Mian.

Gu Mian squatted in front of her, making awkward eye contact, and asked a very foolish question: "Does it hurt?"

Only then did she show an expression. Tears welled up desperately in her eyes, and her face contorted into something hard to describe. "It hurts!"

She looked on the verge of tears, but her performance was rather comical.

Gu Mian silently prayed in his heart, hoping her crazy fans would never find out what he had done to her.