My organs are too abstract.

Ye Xuan straightened up and subconsciously looked ahead.

The group of patients in hospital gowns watched them silently, without saying a word, yet with an indescribable eeriness.

Ye Xuan felt a chill run down his spine, and asked in a dry voice, "Li Da, what do you think... should we still run?"

"I'm not running anymore," Li Da said, panting heavily. He waved his hand and said, "I've probably run more today than I have in the past week. Let me observe for a while and catch my breath before we talk about it."

Ye Xuan curled his lip in disdain and shook his head, saying, "Your physical fitness is too poor."

At this moment, Zhao Ze suddenly spoke up: "They don't seem to be paying attention to us."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan quickly looked over and, sure enough, the group of patients had already turned their attention away and were busy with their own things.

"Really?" Ye Xuan exclaimed in surprise. "That's strange, why aren't they rushing over to scare us?"

Zhao Ze pondered for two seconds and guessed, "The NPCs in this haunted house seem very professional. They are all strictly playing their respective roles and have their own operating trajectories. Perhaps they are not the type to scare people."

"Brother Ze is right," Liu Cheng chimed in. "I've seen reviews of this haunted house online. Some tourists said that the NPCs in this haunted house are treated very well, and each NPC has their own script. The owner of the haunted house is particularly strict, requiring the NPCs to strictly follow the script and not make the slightest mistake, otherwise their wages will be deducted."

Li Da clicked his tongue in amazement: "Are there still bosses this meticulous these days?"

“Being too serious is only one aspect,” Liu Cheng shook his head. “There are rumors that the owner of this haunted house also plays the role of an NPC himself; it’s some kind of quirk of his.”

"He's playing the role himself?" Ye Xuan's interest was piqued, and he asked curiously, "Which role is he playing?"

"Nobody knows. Any role is possible, and he might have played more than one role," Liu Cheng said casually. "Maybe he's mixed in with these patients right now."

"Oh?"

Ye Xuan immediately perked up, stroking his chin as he silently observed the group of patients.

"Hey, look at that one, doesn't it look like one?" He suddenly pointed to a patient who was repeatedly banging his head against the wall. "Look at the frequency and force of his banging, it's almost like a mechanical beauty. He's obviously an artist."

Liu Cheng glanced at it twice and honestly shook his head: "I can't tell."

"And this one, how about this one?" Ye Xuan asked with great interest, pointing to another patient.

Zhao Ze looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that the man had one hand in his pocket and was drawing on the wall with a pen in his other hand.

He stared at the painting for a few moments, finding the lines random and devoid of beauty, yet upon closer inspection, it seemed to possess a strange quality. He couldn't help but ask, "You mean, there's some mystery in this painting?"

Just as Ye Xuan was about to speak, Weiwei couldn't help but shake her head: "I studied fine arts. What he did was just scribbling and drawing randomly. It has no artistic value whatsoever."

"Weiwei really knows a lot!" Li Da immediately praised, then turned to Ye Xuan and mocked, "You little brat, pretending to know what you don't, now you've been exposed by someone who does!"

Ye Xuan scratched his head, looking bewildered: "I didn't say it had anything to do with that painting."

Li Da was taken aback: "If it's not a painting, then what are you talking about?"

Ye Xuan's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Look, he has one hand in his pocket and is painting with the other. What do you call that?"

Li Da asked instinctively, "What's your name?"

"That's called holding back a trick up your sleeve!" Ye Xuan slapped his thigh and analyzed seriously, "If I were the owner of the haunted house, I would reveal these kinds of details unintentionally, so that people could guess my identity."

Li Da: "..."

After looking at him for a while, Weiwei couldn't help but say, "I think... he might just be disabled, he only has one hand that he can use."

Ye Xuan was stunned: "Huh? Really?"

"Dude, they don't understand you, but I do." Liang Xiaolong stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed, "I've figured it out. This place has no place for you. You shouldn't be standing here."

Ye Xuan was taken aback: "Then where should I stand?"

"Listen to me," Liang Xiaolong said seriously, pointing to a patient sitting in a chair in front of him, grinning foolishly. "Go over there and shoo him away. That's the seat you should be sitting in. You can sit there and drool a little, isn't that more professional than him?"

Ye Xuan: "..."

"puff……"

Upon hearing this, Weiwei's shoulders trembled slightly with laughter, and even the usually composed Wenxiu couldn't help but smile, her lips curving into a slight smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A middle-aged man wearing a mask walked over at some point, patted Ye Xuan on the shoulder, and laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up. "Young man, I never expected you to be so humorous."

Ye Xuan's face darkened instantly.

But the next second, the uncle suddenly stopped laughing, the playful look on his face vanished, and his eyes became unusually serious.

He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the most ordinary-looking, most inconspicuous patient in the crowd, his voice low: "If you're asking who looks most like the boss... I think it's him."

Everyone was taken aback and looked in the direction he was pointing.

The patient sat quietly in the corner, looking around, just like the other patients around him, so ordinary that he was almost unnoticeable.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Uncle, how did you figure that out? What's so special about this person?"

The middle-aged man's gaze was fixed on the man, and he said in a low voice, "Look at his waist."

The group looked closely and sure enough, under the man's loose hospital gown, there was a faint bulge at his waist, with a hard outline, clearly hiding something.

"Look at his eyes—cold, focused, ruthless..." the uncle said slowly, "That's not an act of ruthlessness, but the look of someone who has actually killed someone."

When everyone looked over again, they indeed noticed something different, and when they occasionally met those eyes, they couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Hiss—" Ye Xuan gasped, "Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit like that. It looks quite scary."

The middle-aged man didn't speak, squinted at him for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "He's about to move."

Before anyone could react, the patient's movement of looking around suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on a patient in front of him, and then... he slowly stood up.

He kept his head down, his steps slow and light, seemingly silent, yet it felt as if he were stepping on everyone's hearts, making them feel uneasy.

Under the tense gazes of everyone, he had already silently circled around to the back of the patient who was grinning foolishly.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

The next second—

He suddenly drew a gleaming short knife from his waist, and without any hesitation, raised his hand and slashed down at the neck of the person in front of him.

"puff--"

A dull, soft sound.

A head rolled to the ground, spun around a few times, and finally stopped at everyone's feet.

The head still had the same silly grin on its face, its eyes wide open, as if it never understood what had happened, even in death.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

The ease and smiles on everyone's faces froze completely at that moment.