"There's something else. The doctors and nurses here are strange, too. During rounds this morning, the doctor who came into our room wore a huge cotton mask. Not the kind that loops around your ears, but one tied behind your head with two straps. Because... because that doctor didn't have any ears!"
The freckled man crouched on the floor, his upturned face filled with terror. "You can't imagine how terrifyingly he looked at me. Oh, and... there was blood on the back of his white coat collar. Fresh blood. I saw it clearly!"
"Enough, stop talking. I need to get back to my room." A young woman in black leather shoes hurried away, her face grim.
Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie kept their eyes fixed on the woman's retreating figure. She looked to be around twenty-five and wore black-framed glasses. She had a certain elegance about her, but that wasn't what interested Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie. What they really cared about was her identity. They suspected she was the second Crimson, who had been hiding among them.
"We're heading back, too. You should get better soon and go back as well. Who knows what kind of trouble might happen if you're late." Zhu Jie pretended to shiver in fear and patted her chest. "Oh, and don't forget: that extremely dangerous lunatic is still wandering around the hospital."
At Zhu Jie's words, everyone began to leave. They hurried down the corridor and back to their rooms, looking so panicked that it seemed whoever was left behind would be caught and killed by the mental patient.
Back in their room, they shut the door. Zhu Jie sat on the bed, looking worried. "Did you notice when we came back? There's no sign of a fire anywhere nearby. And there isn't even