My organs are too abstract.

Xu Yuan's expression faltered slightly: "The drug you were injected with, is it 'Blood Calamity'?"

The word "blood calamity" came from a hint that popped up on his left hand when he was dealing with the old man. He was full of doubts about it, but he never expected that the word corresponded to a kind of drug.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, it's a blood-red potion, and it looks rather creepy."

"A blood-red potion?" Xu Yuan recalled the bloodshot look in the uncle's eyes when he lost control earlier, and understood. He pressed further, "How do you know that name?"

"Back then at Renai Hospital, the medical staff never really hid their conversations from us, and I overheard quite a bit of news from them." The uncle lowered his eyes and recalled, his tone becoming a bit somber. "They talked about it in private. This drug is called 'Blood Calamity,' and it's said that part of it seems to originate from some extremely terrifying calamity."

"Calamity?" Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed.

Therefore, the "blood calamity" mentioned by the left hand does not refer to the medicine itself, but rather to the source of the calamity behind it.

If a single ingredient can generate "patients" in large quantities, the power of this calamity must be terrifying. And the fact that Renai Hospital is associated with it suggests that the forces behind it are far beyond his imagination.

But he didn't care about any of that. What he really cared about was that he was absolutely certain that he had never come into contact with this calamity called "Blood Calamity". So the question is - how did his left hand know this name?

Xu Yuan glanced at Anfen's left hand without making a sound, and fell into deep thought.

"If you ever encounter anyone connected to Ren'ai Hospital, never provoke them." Seeing him lost in thought, the uncle assumed he was wary of the hospital's power and solemnly reminded him, "I heard they want to further study the patients. Someone as capable as you might be targeted, so be careful."

"Understood, thank you for reminding me." Xu Yuan came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "I have another question for you."

"you say."

Why do you seem... not to hate them?

"Hate?" The middle-aged man forced a bitter smile. "I was a terminally ill patient sentenced to death, but Ren'ai Hospital gave me a chance to live. In a way, I should thank them."

"But what they gave me wasn't life, but a twisted shell that they could manipulate at any time. They saved me not out of compassion, but as an experiment, giving me new life while turning me into a monster."

His eyes swirled with complex emotions, difficult to discern: "To say I hate you wouldn't be entirely true; to say I'm grateful wouldn't be entirely reconciled. In the end, it's nothing but self-deception."

"As for other terminally ill patients, I don't have anything to hate. If I were in their shoes, I would probably feel fear and avoid them if I saw them like that. I just feel regretful that I once thought that we poor people trapped by illness were the same kind of people. But in the end, they looked at me with nothing but rejection."

"Nobody wants to get close to me, and nobody wants to believe me."

The middle-aged man gazed into the distance, his voice as soft as a sigh: "Seven years ago, that fire wasn't so much about revenge. Besides not wanting more people to end up like me, I was also fed up with this pathetic life."

Xu Yuan gazed at him quietly, his eyes deep and thoughtful, remaining silent throughout.

"But that's not the most absurd thing. The most ridiculous thing is that I hesitated twice in the same place." The uncle suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "The haunted house owner gave me a chance to come back to life, but he only treated me as a puppet. Even though it was a similar situation to what happened back then, I repeated the same mistake again."

"My life seems to be trapped in an unsolvable cycle: being rescued, being used, being abandoned; living, being lonely, struggling."

"I'm tired, and I want to end it all myself."

He looked up at Xu Yuan with earnest eyes, "So, let me finish him off this time, as a way to put an end to this absurd life of mine."

Xu Yuan suddenly looked at the boss's headless body and asked an unrelated question: "Is his current condition considered a calamity? If he dies, will his body disappear like a calamity?"

Wenxiu thought for a moment and said, "I have never seen this situation before, but he has already merged with the calamity and is no longer a normal person. He should disappear completely after death."

"So that's how it is."

Xu Yuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked at the uncle and said, "Then I'll trust you this once."

He had said this before, but this time, there was a different meaning in his tone.

Before he finished speaking, he took out a scalpel, made a cut in the boss's chest, and put something inside. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he instantly severed the boss's middle finger and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked at the man and said calmly, "If he dies, this finger should disappear along with him. If it's still here, I'll come looking for you."

Faced with this obvious act of distrust, for some reason, a relieved smile appeared in the uncle's eyes, and he nodded gently: "No problem."

"In that case, you should leave now. I'll handle the rest."

The moment the words fell, a series of cracking sounds rang out around the man's body as his broken limbs slowly reset and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He slowly stood up, stretched his arms and legs, and said with a relaxed smile, "I burned down a hospital once before, but it wasn't enough. This time, I'll burn this place down completely, along with all the traces it left behind, to ashes."

Looking at his composed demeanor, Xu Yuan suddenly thought of something and asked, "I have a question. Since you died in the hospital back then, how did your body end up in the hands of the haunted house owner? Is there any connection between him and Ren'ai Hospital?"

The man shook his head: "Probably not. He stole my body from somewhere else. If there were any connection, he wouldn't have needed to steal it at all."

Wenxiu frowned slightly: "Why was your body found in another place?"

"Most likely some accident happened, and the body was taken elsewhere."

"Accident?"

"That's right." The uncle nodded slowly. "Something must have happened at Ren'ai Hospital back then, and they were tied up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to kill and set fires right under their noses on my own."

After explaining, the man urged, "If there's nothing else, hurry up and go. The Sickness Management Bureau might be here at any time."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan nodded slightly to Wenxiu: "Let's go."

The middle-aged man watched the two figures walk away and laughed, "Never again."

"Never again."

Xu Yuan gave him a deep look, then turned and led Wenxiu out of the haunted house without hesitation.

Wenxiu followed Xu Yuan for a few steps, but couldn't help looking back. She saw the uncle standing alone in the heavy shadows, his figure thin and exuding an indescribable loneliness.

She looked at Xu Yuan and asked softly, "Do you really believe him?"

"Of course, I'm a man of my word. If I say I'll trust him once, I'll never go back on my word." Xu Yuan said with an air of righteous indignation, then changed the subject, "Besides, since neither of us wants to deal with the Sickness Management Bureau, isn't this perfect?"

"A promise is a promise?" Wenxiu was slightly taken aback.

She recalled how Xu Yuan's tone seemed resolute when he first said he believed the old man, but when he helped the boss up, he clearly had secretly tampered with his body. She couldn't help but ask, "Then why did you rip out the boss's heart and hide it away before?"

At the time, Xu Yuan outwardly believed the other party, but in fact he had a backup plan. He secretly used a scalpel to dig out the boss's heart—that way, even if the uncle wanted to run away with the boss, he could kill him remotely at any time.

Xu Yuan said in a serious tone, "I felt that the owner of the haunted house had harmed countless people and had serious psychological problems, so I thought I would take it out to check him out and purify his tainted soul."

Wenxiu looked speechless: "Then why did you put it back just now?"

"Because I realized it later," Xu Yuan sighed regretfully, "It's not appropriate for someone as noble and pure as me to carry the heart of a bad person. What if I were corrupted? Wouldn't that be a loss to the whole world?"

"Then why did you cut off his finger?"

Xu Yuan thought for a moment, then took out his middle finger, waved it at Wen Xiu, and tentatively asked, "Perhaps... it was to mock you?"

"..."

Wenxiu looked helpless.

She could see clearly that Xu Yuan was initially full of suspicion towards the older man, but later, he was eventually moved and reserved a limited amount of trust in him.

Not only did he stubbornly refuse to admit it, but he also liked to say strange and inexplicable things.

Xu Yuan was completely unaware of Wenxiu's thoughts. Feeling relieved to finally be off work, he walked towards the entrance of the haunted house.

When the two came out, it was already dark. The tourists who had been queuing had all disappeared, leaving only the staff at the entrance, who still stood there expressionless.

"Brother Yuan! Wenxiu! We're here!" Zhao Ze's joyful shouts came from ahead.

Xu Yuan glanced around and saw Zhao Ze, Liang Xiaolong, Liu Cheng, Li Da, Ye Xuan, and Weiwei gathered not far away, with Yang Minghao and the girl named Meimei standing next to them.

In addition, a few tourists with terrified expressions were gathered in twos and threes nearby, who also seemed to be victims who had escaped from the haunted house.

As soon as Zhao Ze and the others saw Xu Yuan, they immediately came to greet him, breathing a sigh of relief: "You guys finally came out. I almost thought something had happened."

Yang Minghao also came over and looked him up and down: "Are you alright? I've already called the police, and the security guards will be here soon."

Xu Yuan shook his head: "It's nothing."

Yang Minghao asked curiously, "By the way, what's going on inside? I heard them saying all sorts of nonsense, like the NPCs have gone crazy and are killing people everywhere. Is that true?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Xu Yuan shook his head solemnly, looking like he didn't want to discuss it further.

Weiwei, still pale, was being pulled along by Wenxiu. Wenxiu asked her softly, "How are you feeling?"

"It's okay, it's just that my mind is a mess, and I can't remember some things very clearly."

Li Da patted his chest, still shaken, and said, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright. I swear, I'll never come to a haunted house again in my life!"

"Me too!" Ye Xuan nodded vigorously beside him. "I swear, I'll fight anyone who calls me again!"

Zhao Ze quietly pulled Xu Yuan aside and said in a low voice, "Brother Yuan, I've already told everyone in advance about what happened in the haunted house. I've asked everyone to keep quiet and not tell anyone."

Xu Yuan was taken aback: "What is it?"

"Like when you accidentally ran over and killed that NPC with the knife, or when you killed the NPC who was hanging himself, although it could be considered self-defense, it's better to avoid trouble and not cause yourself any problems. If the security guards ask you later, just say that we all ran away in a panic. You don't need to come forward and admit to anything."

After Zhao Ze came out, he discussed the matter with Li Da and the others, and confirmed that Xu Yuan probably had some unknown special qualities. So they agreed in advance to keep quiet about the details of the haunted house.

After a pause, Zhao Ze continued, "I've already spoken to my family, and the security guards won't give us any trouble."

Xu Yuan was still pondering how to explain the strangeness of the haunted house to everyone, but Zhao Ze had already made arrangements, so he immediately nodded: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

After waiting a few more moments, a piercing police siren suddenly sounded in the distance, and several security cars with flashing lights drove up and came to a steady stop in front of the haunted house.

After the security guards got out of the car, they immediately set up a cordon, but did not enter the haunted house right away. Several security guards stood at the entrance, talking in hushed tones, glancing into the haunted house every now and then, as if waiting for some instructions.

The security guard leading the group walked towards Zhao Ze and his companions, his expression serious but his tone not harsh: "You came from inside? Are you injured?"

Zhao Ze stepped forward and replied, "We're all fine, but inside... quite a few people died."

The team leader frowned, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply said in a deep voice, "Let's register everyone's basic information first. We'll take you to the station later to make detailed statements."

Zhao Ze couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going in to arrest them? There are still those out-of-control lunatics inside."

The team leader paused for two seconds, glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice: "The situation inside is not something that ordinary security guards like us can handle; specialized personnel will go in."

Ye Xuan was taken aback: "Specialized personnel? What kind of personnel?"

The team leader didn't answer, but just waved his hand: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask, just cooperate with our work."

Several security guards began registering information and taking photos of the survivors. Zhao Ze left his contact information and pointed to Xu Yuan and the others, saying, "These are my classmates; they're all together."

The team leader glanced at Zhao Ze, seemingly recognizing his identity, nodded slightly, and didn't ask any further questions.

"Alright, everyone get in the car first. We'll take further statements at the police station." The security guard in charge waved his hand, signaling everyone to board the security vehicle.

Zhao Ze gave Xu Yuan a wink, and Xu Yuan nodded slightly before getting into the car with the others. Wen Xiu walked last, glancing back at the haunted house entrance before getting in; she couldn't see anything in the darkness.

The security vehicle started and slowly drove away from Ren'ai Hospital.

The car was quiet; no one spoke. Li Da leaned against the window, staring blankly at the streetlights flashing by. Ye Xuan fidgeted with his fingers, his face pale. Weiwei leaned on Wenxiu's shoulder, her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Xu Yuan sat by the window, looking at the dark night outside.

As the car rounded a bend, a black SUV came from the opposite direction. As the two cars passed each other, Xu Yuan's gaze inadvertently swept across the passenger seat of the other car.

A red-haired woman sat there, wearing dark sunglasses that covered most of her face. She wore a sleek black trench coat that almost blended into the surrounding night, exuding a cold aura.

In a mere instant, the two vehicles passed each other, and the black SUV quickly disappeared into the darkness behind them.

Xu Yuan stared out the car window for a few seconds, then suddenly frowned and muttered to himself, "This person..."

Wenxiu thought he had discovered something unusual, so she immediately lowered her voice and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Xu Yuan turned to look at her, his face serious: "This person is wearing sunglasses at night, do you really think she can see where she's going?"

Wenxiu: "..."

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "To be honest, this woman looks familiar to me, like I've seen her somewhere before."

He closed his eyes and tried to recall, and a picture suddenly flashed through his mind—the last time he left home, when he rode his bike across the intersection, an identical SUV drove by, and the red-haired woman in sunglasses was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Is it her?" Xu Yuan's eyes darkened slightly, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.