My organs are too abstract.

Li Da stood at the hospital entrance, unable to move for a long time, feeling a little panicked—the shrill scream from earlier seemed strangely familiar.

He felt a little uneasy, turned around and tugged at Zhao Ze's sleeve, lowering his voice to say, "Did you hear that? That scream just now."

"A scream?"

Zhao Ze paused for a moment, then tilted his head to listen carefully. There were only a few faint strange noises mixed with the whistling wind in the hospital, which were indeed a bit eerie.

He dismissed it, saying, "It's probably just the wind. Besides, it's perfectly normal for a haunted house to have some screams as background noise."

Li Da thought that made sense, and Weiwei, who was standing to the side, couldn't contain herself any longer and urged with a smile, "Stop dawdling, let's go in!"

"Please enter as soon as possible and do not linger," a staff member said again, his tone flat and emotionless.

Everyone immediately stepped inside. Weiwei walked at the end of the line, following with lively steps, but for some reason, her foot slipped and her body suddenly tilted to one side.

"ah!"

She gasped in surprise and, in a panic, reached out to brace herself against something nearby to steady herself.

She looked up, still somewhat shaken, only to find that her hand was on the shoulder of the staff member next to her. The staff member was looking up, his lifeless eyes fixed on her.

"I'm sorry!" Weiwei hurriedly pulled her hand away, apologized repeatedly, and subconsciously stepped back.

However, the next second, a sudden change occurred—

Suddenly, without warning, the staff member raised his hand and instinctively grabbed her wrist.

Weiwei was about to speak when she suddenly froze.

The person in front of me felt that their hand was icy cold and hard, not at all like the touch of a living person.

She froze for two seconds, then instinctively tried to pull her hand away, only to find that the other person's hand remained motionless, its strength astonishing, gripping her tightly.

"What are you doing...?"

Weiwei panicked and was about to turn around and call Zhao Ze and the others when she saw a very faint ripple flash across the staff member's previously lifeless eyes.

His stiff facial muscles twitched slightly, and a tiny crack appeared in his previously wooden expression. The grip on her wrist loosened a little at that moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, as if he were using all his strength, and he squeezed out a hoarse warning from deep within his throat: "Be careful... whatever you do, don't... get caught by me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly released his grip, reverting to his previous numbness and indifference, as if the earlier fluctuations had never occurred.

Weiwei gripped her numb and cold wrist, frozen in place, and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

But the other person seemed not to hear her, their expression returning to its previous coldness, and they repeated expressionlessly, "Please enter as soon as possible, do not linger."

Seeing the other person's expression, Weiwei felt a strange unease: "Could it be that the haunted house storyline has already begun from this moment on?"

As she was feeling unsettled, she heard Zhao Ze and the others calling from ahead, "Weiwei, come in quickly! Don't just stand there!"

"oh oh."

Weiwei snapped out of her daze and quickly followed. Li Da noticed her pale face and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why do you seem so distracted?"

Weiwei shook her head and said, "It's nothing... it's just that the staff said some strange things just now."

Everyone was curious: "What did you say?"

She whispered, "He said... whatever you do, don't let him catch you."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Li Da scratched his head in confusion. "Isn't he the staff member in charge of receiving tourists? Are they going to play the role of an NPC and come to catch us later? Is this haunted house really that mysterious?"

Liang Xiaolong stroked his chin and analyzed, "I guess it's an intentional attempt to create an atmosphere. Aren't many haunted houses like this? They start off with something mysterious and spooky, deliberately putting pressure on people so we can quickly get into the mood. It's all a routine."

Zhao Ze nodded slowly and said, "Whether it's a trick or not, let's go in first and talk about it later."

The group followed the other tourists, using the small flashlights that were distributed to them, and made their way forward through the dark hospital.

They hadn't gone far when they saw a fallen wooden sign in a corner of the hospital lobby.

A tourist lifted the sign up, and the crowd gathered around. They saw that the sign had several lines of text written in red and black ink, with varying shades of ink. Some of the ink was clear and neat, while others were messy and distorted, giving it an indescribable eeriness.

Renai Hospital Patient Guidelines

1. This hospital has no doctors, only patients.

2. All patients in this hospital have their own identification cards. Please identify them promptly.

3. A few unusual individuals have infiltrated the hospital; they are roaming the premises. Please be extremely careful.

4. Do not panic if you encounter any unusual sights. There are no supernatural forces in the world. If you witness any unknown anomalies, it means you are ill. Please seek medical attention promptly.

5. For your physical and mental well-being, please avoid physical contact with patients. If short-term contact is unavoidable, please avoid prolonged contact…

Remember, remember! Absolutely do not expose to this for extended periods!!!

6. The dean was ill and searching for a cure, but he failed... no, he succeeded.

7. Renai Hospital welcomes everyone to seek medical treatment there...

Hurry, don't go in! I can't control it...

Renai Hospital welcomes everyone to seek medical treatment...

【who I am?】

Li Da stared at the last few lines of distorted text, a chill creeping over him: "A hospital with no doctors, only patients... that's pretty creepy."

"Does 'no physical contact' mean 'don't get caught by NPCs'?" one tourist commented. "And the following sentence seems newly added, clearly for emphasis, but why repeat the same thing?"

One female tourist said, "It's to enhance the sense of immersion, anyway, I'm already getting a little nervous."

"Aren't you guys overthinking this?" another tourist chimed in, jokingly. "Maybe it's not a warning against getting caught by the NPCs, but rather a warning against bothering them. After all, some of the NPCs in this hospital are quite pretty and eye-catching."

Upon hearing this, a young man with a buzz cut and a face full of fat rubbed his hands together with a lewd expression and chuckled, "You mean that nurse in the poster? I came here specifically for her."

The tourist was taken aback: "I was just joking, are you serious?"

Zhao Ze ignored their conversation, frowned, and scanned the entire text before saying in a deep voice, "Strange, have you noticed that these words are very strange?"

"That's really strange." A middle-aged man wearing a mask and a gray coat suddenly appeared and carefully examined the sign.

"The first few lines were written neatly, like proper admission rules, but the last few sentences were incoherent and the handwriting was very messy, and the ink was very fresh, as if someone had hastily added them."

Wenxiu pointed to the sixth and seventh paragraphs and added softly, "Not only that, look at the handwriting in these paragraphs. 'He failed' is written very hastily, as if it was written in a hurry, while 'He succeeded' is written very neatly."

"The two sentences look like they were written by the same person, but they are completely different in terms of neatness of writing and emotional state. It's very awkward. The same feeling applies to the last two sentences of the seventh point."

A young man in sportswear speculated, "Wasn't the museum closed for upgrades yesterday? They probably added some new storylines, making it deliberately flashy."

"Tch, all this analysis," the young man with the buzz cut and a somewhat sleazy look scoffed. "It's just a charade to scare people, what's the big deal?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but Weiwei stared at the words "Who...am I?" with growing doubt in her eyes.

She suddenly remembered the brief struggle on her face when the staff grabbed her wrist, and a sense of unease crept into her heart.