"Damn, I got so caught up in all these tragedies that I forgot a lot of things." Seeing the two elderly people clutching their heads and weeping, Mai reluctantly looked away. She snorted. "Meanwhile, you were standing there watching the show and dumping all the trouble on us."
"I didn't want to watch that kind of show either. How's Shiina Hiyori?" Yuki withdrew his gaze and headed for the next ward.
"She's very smart. Her memory is excellent, and she's highly observant too. She's a lot like you."
"Senior, you're praising me so directly? Don't tell me you have a thing for me?"
"Pah, I'm just telling the truth." Mai followed him. In a place filled with such negative emotions, bickering with this idiot seemed to be the only thing that made her feel a little better.
"Though she's similar, Hiyori is still missing something compared to you."
"What?"
"Hmm... She has the brain to discover patterns, but not the eyes to see through them."
Yuki's steps paused slightly, and a smile slowly formed beneath his mask. His senior really did understand him well.
He glanced at the woman in the ward, tied to the bed with restraints and making rasping "heh-heh" sounds like a Living Corpse.
"The demons must have been summoned by their resentment. No wonder no new demons poured out after I entered the ward. The patient in that ward was replaced by me, and I wouldn't have that kind of intense resentment."
Mai Sakurajima naturally knew the second clue. She was stunned when she heard that. "So what? According to Hiyori, we can leave the ninth floor by finding the differences. What use is this clue?"
"That leaves the eighth floor."
"No shit."
"Then think a little more about time and efficiency. And what methods veteran