My organs are too abstract.

The black SUV smoothly rolled across the empty road, the night blurring its silhouette into a dark shadow.

The red-haired woman sat quietly in the passenger seat, the streetlights outside the window flashing by one after another, the dappled light and shadows swirling on her light gray sunglasses before melting into the darkness behind her.

Just as her car passed an oncoming security vehicle, she suddenly tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the vehicle outside the window, staring intently at it until the two cars completely passed each other.

The security car behind slowly turned into another side road, its scarlet taillights shrinking into a blurry red dot, gradually disappearing into the deep night, eventually vanishing completely into the darkness without a trace.

She stared in that direction for two seconds in silence before slowly looking away, a hint of barely perceptible confusion hidden in her eyes.

Gu Ya, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror out of the corner of her eye, watching the red light disappear completely, and asked softly, "What's wrong, Captain Yu?"

The red-haired woman, referred to as Captain Yu, withdrew her gaze, gently shook her head, and said in a calm tone, "It's nothing. Just now, someone in that car gave me a strange look."

Gu Ya immediately became curious and asked, "What's so strange about it?"

Yu Hanqiu recalled for a moment, but felt that the look in his eyes was strange and hard to understand, so he could only shake his head again: "I can't explain it, it's just weird."

"Should we investigate this further?"

"No need for now, let's focus on the task at hand." Yu Hanqiu suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and steered the conversation back on track. "Ren'ai Hospital, I remember it was bought by a patient and then converted into a haunted house?"

"That's right." Gu Ya nodded in agreement. "The owner of the haunted house is called Zhou Bing. His abilities are related to 'acting.' He probably opened the haunted house to alleviate his own complications, but judging from the current situation, he may have already lost control."

In fact, Zhou Bing had long been under the surveillance of the Health and Safety Administration, but he usually acted discreetly and did not interfere much because the Health and Safety Administration had been trying to ease its relationship with patients with unusual symptoms in recent years. Unexpectedly, an incident that got out of control eventually occurred.

Gu Ya couldn't help but sigh softly, her tone full of helplessness: "Another patient has lost control. Now, those radicals in the bureau who advocate comprehensive supervision of all patients are going to use this as an excuse to make a big fuss."

"These disputes are not our concern. We should just focus on doing our own thing." Yu Hanqiu shook his head slightly, unwilling to get involved in the power struggles.

"Ren'ai Hospital..." Her eyes behind her sunglasses flickered slightly, as if she suddenly remembered something from the past. "I remember a serious accident happened here seven years ago?"

"Yes, back then, a patient in the hospital went mad and killed many people. In the end, he even set fire to the entire building, causing heavy casualties." Gu Ya nodded slightly, her tone tinged with regret.

Yu Hanqiu didn't press further, turning his gaze to the dark road ahead, and said in a deep voice, "Let's not talk about this anymore, we're almost there."

The SUV slowly pulled up in front of Ren'ai Hospital, and the two women got out. The security guard on duty glanced at them, then discreetly looked away. He neither questioned them nor paid them any attention, completely ignoring them.

Gu Ya looked up at the building in front of her. The entire exterior wall was covered with charred burn marks, and the mottled walls still bore the hideous marks of the fire that had ravaged the place years ago. She couldn't help but sigh, "This place is so eerie. It would have saved a lot of effort to turn it into a haunted house."

Yu Hanqiu made no comment and strode straight into the haunted house.

The corridor was dimly lit, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and a burnt substance. A stark white emergency light hung overhead, casting long, thin shadows of the two figures on the mottled cracks in the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The two showed no reaction to this, calmly walking along the corridor deeper into the haunted house. On both sides were several pale wooden carvings, ordinary in design, but exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Yu Hanqiu's gaze fell on a wooden carving in the corner of the wall. She slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of exquisite and beautiful eyes.

Those eyes were crystal clear, like pure gemstones, without a trace of impurity. But unlike ordinary people, these eyes were not black, but light red, with a faint light flowing through them, carrying a hint of aloofness and coldness.

She stared at the wooden carving for a moment, her pale red eyes brightening slightly, and said calmly, "This wooden carving carries an aura of calamity."

"A calamity?" Gu Ya was slightly taken aback, then her expression turned serious. "Could this incident not be a simple case of a patient losing control, but rather related to a calamity?"

Yu Hanqiu put her sunglasses back on and slowly shook her head: "It's not certain yet, we'll know once we go in and take a look."

Gu Ya's face became more serious, and her gaze as she looked around became more wary.

The two continued walking, turning several dimly lit corners in succession, when Yu Hanqiu suddenly stopped, her gaze fixed on the corridor ahead.

"Um?"

Gu Ya followed her gaze and saw a lonely figure standing at the end of the corridor.

The man, wearing a gray coat, stood silently by the window, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the night outside, seemingly lost in thought, and appeared inexplicably lonely.

On the floor at his feet lay a headless wooden human figure, its head rolled to the side, with rough, black wood shavings showing at the severed neck.

Further away, there were rows of densely packed and neatly arranged pale white wooden carvings, which gleamed with a cold white reflection under the dim light, making them look particularly eerie.

Seemingly sensing their footsteps, the middle-aged man shifted slightly, slowly turned around to face them, put his hands behind his back, and said in a pretentious tone, "You've come."

Gu Ya's expression hardened slightly. She stepped forward and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback upon hearing this, then shook his head helplessly, his tone tinged with disappointment: "You shouldn't have come."

"Huh?" Gu Ya was completely dumbfounded, looking utterly bewildered. "What do you mean by 'should I have come'?"

"What's wrong with you?" The middle-aged man frowned, turned to look at the two of them, and said with a look of utter disappointment, "You didn't get a single line right on those two lines!"

Gu Ya was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't the people at the Sickness Control Bureau read novels? Sigh, there really is a generation gap." The middle-aged man sighed, the lower half of his face was burned beyond recognition, revealing hideous scars and the faint wood grain underneath.

Yu Hanqiu raised her hand to interrupt the two, her gaze coldly scrutinizing the middle-aged man before her. She seemed to have discerned something amiss, but instead of making a move, she asked, "Who are you? Where is Zhou Bing?"

"Zhou Bing?" The uncle pointed to the headless wooden sculpture on the ground. "Look, isn't that him?"

"Him?" Gu Ya looked down and examined the wooden sculpture closely, noticing that its features were so lifelike that it did indeed resemble Zhou Bing somewhat. She was filled with doubt. "How did he end up looking like this?"

"Since you know his name, you must know something about his abilities," the uncle slowly explained. "He was greedy and tried to forcibly play the role of a calamity. In the end, he was devoured by the power and merged with the calamity, resulting in this inhuman and ghostly end."

Gu Ya's face showed surprise: "Merging with calamity? Such a thing actually happens?"

Yu Hanqiu stared at the man's face for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes, and asked, "And what about you? What role did you play in this?"

"Me?" The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "I should be considered the character he was playing."

"The character you're playing?" Gu Ya's expression faltered slightly.

"He stole my body, skinned me, and wanted to exploit my power."

Yu Hanqiu stared at his face for a long time, her doubts deepening, before tentatively asking, "Are you the patient who set fire to Ren'ai Hospital seven years ago?"

The middle-aged man looked at her in surprise: "You know me?"

"I saw the newspapers from back then; they had your picture in them. You... you're still alive?" Yu Hanqiu frowned slightly, then immediately doubted herself. "No, you said Zhou Bing stole your body. Could it be that you were already dead, but somehow managed to come back to life?"

"That's right, I died a long time ago." The man nodded calmly. "But someone took a part of my body and brought me back to life in this bizarre way."

"What?! A miraculous comeback?" Gu Ya couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Don't be so surprised. It might be a coincidence, a miracle, or even a trick of fate on me." The uncle shook his head. "This kind of thing is hard to replicate, otherwise I wouldn't be the only exception."

Yu Hanqiu nodded slightly and continued to press, "So, the murder of the tourists in the haunted house this time was caused by Zhou Bing's out-of-control power?"

"You could say that they could have lived well, but Zhou Bing was greedy and wanted to play the role of a calamity. In the end, he failed and manipulated the wood carving, causing the deaths of many people."

"Were you also controlled by him?"

"Yes."

Gu Ya couldn't help but ask, "So, you're saying you killed people because you had no choice?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no." The man paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "But being controlled is not a pleasant feeling, so I took the opportunity to kill him."

Gu Ya looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, then at the Zhou Bing wood carving at his feet. After a moment of thought, she immediately suggested, "Your situation is of great research value. If you come back to the Sickness Management Bureau with us, we might be able to help you survive, or even get rid of this condition."

The rare cases of the dead coming back to life and merging with the forces of disaster are of immeasurable significance for the SOS Bureau to unravel the secrets of disasters and formulate response strategies.

"The Sickness Control Bureau? That sounds like a good place." The middle-aged man stroked his chin, seemingly interested, but still shook his head. "But forget it, I'm not going."

Yu Hanqiu accurately caught the resistance in his expression and asked directly, "Are you hostile towards the Sickness Control Bureau?"

"It's not so much hostility as I'm hostile. I'm just fed up with being used as a puppet and a test subject, and I just want to stay far away from the Sickness Control Bureau." The man slowly shook his head. "Before my resurrection, I was a test subject, and after my resurrection, I'm still a test subject. So, wasn't my resurrection pointless?"

Yu Hanqiu frowned slightly: "You were a test subject before... What do you mean?"

"Aren't you curious why I burned down Ren'ai Hospital seven years ago?" The uncle suddenly laughed, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Because I was a patient created by Ren'ai Hospital, a complete experimental subject. I didn't want things to continue like this, so I burned it all down."

Gu Ya couldn't help but ask, "What does this have to do with the Sickness Management Bureau?"

"Of course it's related," the man said slowly. "I suspect that there are people from the Sick Management Bureau behind this experiment."

Yu Hanqiu's expression darkened slightly, and his brows furrowed: "Do you have evidence?"

"Evidence?" The man suddenly laughed. "My body was stolen by Zhou Bing from the morgue of a hospital directly under the Bureau of Health. Doesn't that count as evidence?"

He didn't mention this to Xu Yuan because it involved too many people, and once you got involved, there would be no peace.

Gu Ya's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously looked at Yu Hanqiu.

Yu Hanqiu didn't look at her, her gaze fixed on the middle-aged man, a hint of coldness appearing in her pale red eyes: "Which hospital are you talking about?"

"You'll have to ask Zhou Bing; I haven't been there." The uncle shook his head. "But I guess you guys would have a better chance of finding out about this than I do."

Yu Hanqiu remained silent for a few seconds, then did not press the matter further.

"An organization capable of mass-producing abnormal patients, with such power, was burned down by me alone back then; what's even stranger is that after I died, the fire continued, burning away all traces. I guess their experiments were discovered, and someone took advantage of the situation to destroy the experimental evidence with my fire."

"Besides, the hospital staff often communicate openly with us, so I've learned quite a bit. But these are just my guesses, and I'm not sure if they're true." The man paused for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating laugh: "I'm just a pitiful person with no control over my own life. I don't know much, and I'm too lazy to get involved in these disputes."

He looked up at Yu Hanqiu, his tone gradually calming: "I'm too lazy to say anything more. I stayed here waiting for you to come over only to defend myself. The newspapers back then pinned all the blame on me, saying I was a madman who slaughtered everyone in the hospital. I did kill people, but I was never a madman."

Now that we've finished speaking, it's time to say goodbye to this world.

As soon as he finished speaking, the uncle smiled with relief. He suddenly raised his foot and crushed the wooden head he was standing on without hesitation.

Then, he pulled out a cigarette from somewhere and said softly, "Thank you for the gift, tourists."

He skillfully lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and amidst the swirling smoke, his voice carried a long-lost nostalgia: "After so many years in the hospital, I've almost forgotten what smoking tastes like. This last time is a perfect ending."

After saying that, he took a deep drag on his cigarette and casually tossed the lit cigarette butt onto the wooden carving behind him.

Gasoline had already been splashed all over the wooden carvings. The moment the sparks landed, a loud "boom" erupted, and flames instantly engulfed him and the wooden carvings.

Flames licked his body, but there was no pain on his face, only a sense of complete relief and peace.

"That way, no one will ever be able to pull me back."

Yu Hanqiu stood quietly in place, watching the towering flames before him, without making any move. From the moment the other party crushed the wooden sculpture's head, his figure began to gradually dissipate, and even if he tried to stop him, it would be in vain.

Gu Ya's expression changed slightly as she looked at the sudden burst of flames: "Captain Yu, the fire is too big! We need to get out of here immediately!"

The two quickly retreated, arriving at the hospital entrance. Flames leaped out from the broken windows, licking the mottled exterior walls. The firelight reflected in Yu Hanqiu's pale red eyes, flickering uncertainly.

"Captain Yu, do you believe what he said?"

Yu Hanqiu asked calmly, "What do you think?"

"He doesn't seem to be lying to me." Gu Ya paused, her tone tinged with doubt. "But I feel the timing is too coincidental. He waited for us to come and told us so many secrets; it's more like he's deliberately hiding something."

"No need to delve into it." Yu Hanqiu withdrew her gaze, her tone calm. "Just conduct a simple check on the other surviving tourists. If they are unrelated to this incident, don't disturb them. The Sickness Management Bureau's internal stance is complicated right now, and the patients are already hostile towards us. There's no need to create unnecessary trouble."

"I understand." Gu Ya nodded, then asked hesitantly, "What about what he said about the Sick Management Bureau...?"

"Those things are none of our concern." Yu Hanqiu paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Our focus should still be on Wutong District."

She looked up at the raging fire, her eyes cold: "There were abnormally high calamity signals over there before. That's where we should be worried."

"clear."