My organs are too abstract.

"?"

A question mark flashed through the young girl's mind, and she froze on the spot: "Allergic rhinitis?"

The athletic young man, still feeling guilty, suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the older man: "Didn't you say you had a terminal illness?"

"I didn't say that. I just said it's incurable." The middle-aged man looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Allergic rhinitis can't be cured, right?"

The young man, who was into sports, thought carefully and realized that the other person had indeed not said the words "terminal illness," and he was speechless.

But then another question popped into his head: "Wait a minute, what did you mean by 'while there's still time'?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said helplessly, "Sigh, there's been a lot of fighting at home lately, it's like a chicken and a dog are fighting. I feel like I'm going to be driven crazy sooner or later, so I can only take advantage of the little free time I have to come out and get some fresh air."

Sports enthusiast: "..."

Seeing the man's bewildered expression, the older man chuckled: "Young man, don't take it so seriously. I was just trying to lighten the mood because everyone's been so quiet the whole way."

The athletic young man thought for a moment, then smiled helplessly and said, "I didn't expect you to be so humorous, sir."

It has to be said that after the uncle's witty banter, the tourists, who were originally strangers, instantly became much closer and introduced themselves to each other.

Zhao Ze and the others also learned that the young man who was exercising was named Ye Xuan, and the girl who had just spoken was named Zhou Jie.

"Haha, I've made so many new friends today, so this trip was definitely worthwhile."

The uncle was exceptionally enthusiastic, smiling and shaking hands with everyone while chatting. He gradually fell behind the group, while Zhao Ze and the others walked at the very front.

Liang Xiaolong lowered his voice and remarked to his companion, "I didn't realize this uncle was such a good talker."

Li Da nodded in approval, saying, "He's a talented person."

Only Wenxiu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in her heart: allergic rhinitis... does it require frequent visits to the hospital?

Zhao Ze, however, remained focused, observing his surroundings intently throughout, clearly taking this haunted house experience very seriously.

The walls on both sides of the corridor are mottled and peeling, with large areas of charred marks remaining. Several old-fashioned light bulbs hang from the ceiling, their dim and flickering light creating an eerie atmosphere.

The walls were covered with yellowed medical records and blurry old black and white photos. In the corner, there was a wheelchair with peeling paint and a hospital bed with a broken leg. Several hospital gowns with dark stains were haphazardly thrown on it, making it look particularly dilapidated.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Zhao Ze's gaze fell on an old, dusty wooden table next to him, on which lay a folded old newspaper. He picked it up casually.

The newspaper was dated seven years ago and clearly recorded the reason for the abandonment of Renai Hospital: several patients in the hospital suddenly went mad, attacking and killing many medical staff and patients with knives, and finally set fire to the entire hospital. Since then, the hospital has been completely abandoned and no one has set foot there again.

Vivi leaned closer to him, looking at the newspaper together, and asked curiously, "Is this the background story for the haunted house?"

Zhao Ze shook his head with a solemn expression: "No, it should be true. I think I heard my dad mention it. Ren'ai Hospital was indeed abandoned because of this tragedy."

Liang Xiaolong knew that Zhao Ze came from a well-off family and knew a lot of things that others didn't, so he wasn't surprised. He casually asked, "What caused the patient to suddenly go mad?"

Zhao Ze shook his head: "I don't know about that. I was young at the time and wasn't interested in these things."

Li Da looked surprised and said, "This haunted house is quite interesting. Using real events as the background for the story, I have to say, it's definitely a great gimmick."

Liu Cheng, who hadn't said much until now, suddenly asked, "There's a question I've wanted to ask before—why is such a big hospital built in the suburbs?"

"I don't know either." Zhao Ze thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Ren'ai Hospital is a private hospital, and who is behind it has always been a mystery. Even my family doesn't know. As for what purpose it was originally built here, no one can say for sure."

"I see."

None of them took the matter to heart and continued along the corridor. Before they had gone far, they suddenly saw a person appear in front of them.

"Um?"

Everyone was startled and cautiously moved forward, only to find that it was a dummy with unusually smooth skin texture and no pores, like wood that had been painted.

Li Da glanced at it and commented, "The craftsmanship seems average; it's not particularly scary."

The group didn't take it seriously and walked a little further. They then discovered that every few meters along both sides of the corridor stood a similar mannequin, some leaning against the wall and others half-sitting in wheelchairs.

Aside from that, it's just the usual tropes of haunted houses, like drawers suddenly opening or strange noises coming from the ceiling—nothing particularly remarkable.

Li Da, who had been on edge, immediately relaxed when he saw that it was all a standard setup. He patted his chest and said, "I thought it would be really scary, but it's just the usual stuff. It's all the props you see in haunted houses. It looks creepy, but it's not that bad once you look closely."

Liang Xiaolong glanced at him and couldn't help but tease, "You've only taken a few steps, and you're already getting cocky?"

"You can't really make a haunted house special?" Li Da chuckled nonchalantly. "It's just that people suddenly jump out and scare them..."

Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in the shadows at the corner of the corridor.

The man, dressed in a faded blue and white striped hospital gown, lay motionless on the ground like a cold corpse, blocking the way ahead.

Li Da stopped in his tracks instinctively, a sudden tightness gripping his heart.

Liang Xiaolong immediately nudged Li Da's arm and urged, "Look, here comes a new trick! Let's go check it out."

Li Da forced a calm smile and chuckled twice: "What's the rush? Maybe other tourists want to experience it first?"

As he spoke, he glanced back and saw that the group of tourists were still chatting enthusiastically, moving slowly without speeding up at all, and his heart sank.

At this moment, Weiwei stepped forward and volunteered, "Why don't I go?"

Zhao Ze added, "Yeah, if you're scared, why don't we go together?"

"How could I be afraid? I can handle it all by myself!" Li Da said instinctively. "You guys stay behind, I'll go scout ahead."

He took a deep breath, carefully and slowly walked forward, walked to the figure, slowly squatted down, and gently touched the other person's shoulder.

In that instant, a bone-chilling coldness shot up from my fingertips, stiff and cold, lacking any of the softness and warmth of a living person, and unlike the plastic texture of ordinary haunted house props.

Li Da's heart skipped a beat, his expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to check the other person's breath, but he did not feel any fluctuation in the airflow.

He touched the other person's wrist again, his hand still trembling. It was still ice-cold, with no pulse, just like a real corpse.

He quickly withdrew his hand, feeling a little uneasy, and forced a smile, saying, "Making it so realistic..."

As he spoke, he reached into the other person's pocket and pulled out a crumpled, yellowed patient information card. Besides a photo, it simply had a name written on it: Ji Dasheng.

"Ji Dasheng..." Li Da murmured, then turned back and smiled at everyone, "This is just a prop, but it feels very realistic, ice-cold..."

"Props?"

The crowd gathered around, looking at the "corpse" on the ground, and all thought the prop was too realistic.

Just as everyone was looking down and whispering among themselves—

The "corpse" lying on the ground suddenly shuddered!

The next second, a pair of cloudy, lifeless eyes suddenly opened, and a hoarse, sharp cry came from its throat!

"ah--!!"

The sound came suddenly, so close that everyone froze in fright and retreated hastily.

Before anyone could react, the "patient" named Ji Dasheng sprang up like a spring, as if a switch had been flipped, and reached out to grab Li Da, who was closest to him!

"Holy crap!"

Li Da shuddered in fright, but his chubby body suddenly became unusually agile. With a leap, he accurately dodged the attack.

Having missed his target, Ji Dasheng didn't pause for a moment. His body was hunched over, and his steps were unsteady yet incredibly swift. He turned around and ran like a madman into the darkness deep in the corridor, disappearing into the shadows in the blink of an eye without a trace.

Liang Xiaolong, still somewhat shaken, said, "Oh my god, you scared me! Didn't you say this was a prop?"

Li Da was also quite frightened, his face turning deathly pale. He said, his expression full of confusion, "Strange, just now it really didn't feel like a living person at all, it was exactly like a corpse..."

"That's probably what you call professionalism. Most of the other people have had special props applied to their bodies, such as realistic fake skin, which is why they feel strange to the touch."

Zhao Ze subconsciously analyzed, "And look at his acting just now, his chest didn't rise or fall at all, he looked like a real corpse, he fooled us all."

"Moreover, I noticed that he hadn't made a move until Li Da touched him, at which point he suddenly got up and started attacking, as if he had been suddenly activated."

Wenxiu frowned, recalling the previous rules, and said, "The admission rules stated that we shouldn't have prolonged physical contact with NPCs. Could it be because touching them might cause these 'patients' to lose control?"

"Possibly," Liang Xiaolong nodded, then added with some doubt, "but that would put too much strain on the NPCs' acting skills and reflexes."

"Li Da only touched him a few times, and the touch on his wrist was just a fleeting moment; it shouldn't count as prolonged contact," Zhao Ze said, frowning slightly. "If it had been prolonged contact, what would have happened?"

At this moment, Ye Xuan, a young man focused on sports, stepped forward. Seeing how logically they were analyzing the situation, he jokingly asked, "You're not going to just grab a knife and start hacking people, are you?"

Li Da looked at him, about to speak, when he suddenly froze, then his expression changed drastically, and he stared at the person behind him with a look of horror.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Xuan noticed his unusual behavior, her heart tightened, and she was about to turn around when she suddenly stopped.

A cold, stiff hand landed silently on his shoulder, and a soft voice whispered in his ear: "Who knows?"