The building's doors stood wide open. Still pining for her boyfriend, Jialike left Jialina's side once again. The Nurse Puppets from earlier covered their faces and wept, as though expressing the pain of their two mistresses.
They wandered through the building, drifting like ghosts.
Just as Wei Yanchi had suspected, the supposed reality he had seen was all fake.
No one wanted to take on the instance, and they were nowhere near that united. The Laboratory and the Club were enemies, the Illuminati's cooperation with the Laboratory was a tangled mess, and somehow the Martial Arts Hall had gotten involved with other United Nations organizations.
If these people could truly cooperate in this brief window and unite against a common enemy, this world would never have spawned systems like 730 to maintain balance.
They cautiously sent people into the building, each group minding its own business without so much as looking at the others, every one more wary than the last.
The broadcast sounded another alarm. Against the cheerful background music, the distorted voice was deeply unnerving.
"It's dinnertime! All patients, please proceed to the dining hall immediately. It's dinnertime! All patients, please proceed to the dining hall immediately..."
Everyone jumped and exchanged glances.
The smiling Nurse Puppets stared straight at them from dark corners.
Women's screams and sobs echoed through the darkness from time to time.
By now, the battle inside the building had ended. Mena and Orion were nowhere to be seen. Zuo Shenghang helped Lü Yating up, his brow creasing with anxiety as he listened to the broadcast.
"What should we do now? Beiwei mentioned that the Laboratory was working with Hell. Hell has invaded this instance, and we don't even know how Mr. 39 is doing."
Lü Yating had been shot in the abdomen and was