"Are we going in?" Resistance was written all over Big Dog's face. It felt it should never have opened its mouth earlier.
"Why do patients the other three wards can't cure have to enter this place? Where does this tunnel lead?"
Gao Ming took out the map Mr. Question Mark had left behind. It didn't show the detailed layout of Gastroenterology, but Mr. Question Mark had drawn a little house specifically in this area.
"This map looks like a kindergartner drew it." Big Dog bit down on Gao Ming's clothes. "Don't do anything rash. There's something seriously wrong with this place."
"Do you think the little house means home? Could Situ An's home be hidden deep inside this intestine?" Gao Ming reached out to touch the fleshy wall. It didn't feel wet or slippery. He ventured inside.
"Would anyone build their home somewhere this filthy?" Big Dog lowered its head, forced down its discomfort, and followed Gao Ming.
"An intestine... a tunnel..."
The light behind them gradually faded. For a moment, Gao Ming felt as though he had returned to the night of the Ghost Festival.
The sound of a door hinge turning came from far away. Gao Ming looked back. Someone had closed the door they had entered through.
The way they had come no longer had an exit, and its end was nowhere in sight. Everything seemed to have changed in an instant.
"Gao Ming, things seem to be growing out of the fleshy walls. Don't get close to them." Big Dog clamped its teeth onto Gao Ming's clothes, but Gao Ming was in a strange state. Surrounded by such a bizarre illusion, he nevertheless felt a sense of familiarity.
Shadows were growing in the cracks of the writhing fleshy walls. Gao Ming reached out and pulled, dragging