My organs are too abstract.

The firelight flickered and danced on the lenses of Yu Hanqiu's sunglasses.

She stood quietly beside the car, her fingertips unconsciously tapping lightly on the body. Behind her sunglasses, her pale red eyes were slightly lowered as she fell into deep thought.

"Creating patients... could it be [Seven Colors]?"

【Seven Colors】, a non-governmental patient organization operating outside the jurisdiction of the Health Management Bureau.

No one knows when it first appeared, nor who its core members are. It is secretive, silent, and rarely engages in public activities.

It is said that Seven Colors has seven core members, each with a color-coded name and a specific role. Some are in charge of intelligence, some of finance, and some of technology—and all of their technologies point in the same direction: patient research.

However, their goal is more about maximizing the patient's own strength to achieve a certain purpose. In other words, they want to become stronger themselves, rather than deliberately "creating" patients.

Turning ordinary people into patients in large numbers seems out of character for Seven Colors.

So, whose style is closer to the real thing?

Yu Hanqiu's gaze narrowed slightly, and a thought flashed through her mind—the Sickness Control Bureau.

It's not the whole bureau, but certain people within it.

Considering the current situation within the organization, what that person said might not be unfounded, but rather truly related to certain individuals within it.

Yu Hanqiu frowned almost imperceptibly and sighed softly, "A turbulent time."

She never wanted to get involved in the struggles within the situation; for her, there was only one obsession—to deal with calamities.

As her thoughts raced, she suddenly pulled out her phone, tapped it lightly, and a blurry video appeared on the screen.

In the misty, rainy night, the clouds were thick and dark, and above the inky sky, a faint vortex was quietly swirling.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is not a naturally formed vortex at all, but a huge eye covered in gloom, its pupils slightly narrowed, looking down at the ground as if spying on something.

A few seconds later, the eye suddenly closed, and everything returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"A calamity...?"

This video was filmed in Wutong District, which is the fundamental reason why Yu Hanqiu had no interest in the truth about Ren'ai Hospital—with such a serious problem at hand, how could she have the energy to dwell on it?

Just as she was pondering, Gu Ya quickly walked to her side and reported in a deep voice, "Team Leader Yu, we have contacted the fire department. They will arrive at Ren'ai Hospital soon to handle the fire scene."

"Let's go."

Yu Hanqiu opened the car door and sat directly in the passenger seat.

Gu Ya stepped on the gas, and the black SUV, like a phantom blending into the night, silently drove into the deep darkness.

In the rearview mirror, the towering flames of Ren'ai Hospital gradually receded into the distance, eventually shrinking into a faint point of light before disappearing completely into the darkness.

Gu Ya glanced at Yu Hanqiu's phone out of the corner of her eye, looking at the eerie giant eye on the screen, and her tone became more worried: "Judging from its size and its impact on the environment, this calamity is definitely not low in danger, and it is probably extremely troublesome."

"Logically speaking, such a highly dangerous calamity, even if it only stays in the real world briefly, would cause turmoil in a region and might even lead to pollution. But Wutong District has shown no abnormalities so far, and we've searched the area for a long time without finding it. Could it be... that it has already left?"

Yu Hanqiu reopened the video and nodded: "Possibly."

"But why?" Gu Ya asked, puzzled. "Since it has already entered reality, why doesn't it just descend directly? That doesn't make sense."

Yu Hanqiu stared intently at the eye, her gray sunglasses subtly shifting as if confirming something. After a long while, her gaze turned slightly cold, and she slowly spoke, "Its gaze... seems to be wary of something."

"Worried?" Gu Ya's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously asked back.

"That's right, the emotion in its eyes was fear. I've reviewed the records; high-level calamities always avoid each other and don't bother one another," Yu Hanqiu said calmly. "So, could its sudden disappearance be because there's something in Wutong District that it doesn't want to come into contact with?"

Gu Ya was startled by this speculation: "What kind of being could avert a calamity of this magnitude?"

"This is just a guess," Yu Hanqiu said calmly, adjusting his sunglasses. "But we must find out the truth."

"But if such a terrifying being is truly hiding, why have we searched Wutong District for so long without finding anything? And with our current strength..." Gu Ya frowned, full of concerns, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with."

"How do you know we can't handle it if we haven't even tried?" Yu Hanqiu gazed calmly at the scenery rushing past the car window, her tone firm. "Besides, we have to deal with it even if we can't. We are the last line of defense."

Looking at her resolute profile, Gu Ya felt a chill run down her spine and solemnly said, "I understand."

……

Inside another security vehicle, Xu Yuan lowered his head, frowning in thought.

"How did that red-haired woman suddenly appear here? Could she be from the Sickness Control Bureau?"

"She went to Wutong District before. Could it be that she found out that I broke the streetlights and came specifically to make me pay for it?" Thinking this, Xu Yuan couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But then he thought, if the other party had really discovered the problem, they would have arrested him long ago. Since nothing has happened yet, it means the other party hasn't even noticed him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but secretly warned himself, "If I run into this woman again, I'll have to be careful not to give myself away."

Just then, the vehicle slowly came to a stop in front of a building. The security guard turned off the engine and turned back to shout to the people inside the car, "We've arrived. Get out."

As everyone disembarked, Xu Yuan walked at the back of the line. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and taking advantage of the moment when the security guard in front of him wasn't paying attention, he quietly took out the severed finger from his pocket and glanced at it quickly.

The finger instantly became ethereal, transforming into a wisp of light black smoke that vanished into the air in an instant.

A barely perceptible ripple crossed his eyes.

The dissipation of the black smoke signifies that the uncle who was skinned and resurrected in the haunted house has finally settled his score with the owner, and everything has come to an end.

Xu Yuan felt a pang of sympathy for the man who was struggling between gratitude and hatred and whose fate was tragic, but he could only let out a silent sigh.

The group followed the security guard into the police station, where the process was remarkably simple. Registration, questioning, and filling out forms took no more than ten minutes.

The middle-aged security guard collected the form, glanced at it briefly, and nodded: "Alright, sign here, and you can leave. If needed later, the bureau will contact you again."

Li Da was taken aback: "That's it? Don't you need to ask for the details?"

The middle-aged security guard glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "We've already got a pretty good understanding of the situation. You're just ordinary tourists, not suspects, so there's no need for excessive questioning. Taking a statement is just a formality, so it won't take too long."

"You figured it out so quickly?" Ye Xuan couldn't help but ask. "So what exactly is their situation?"

"All I can tell you is that they took some drugs they shouldn't have, which caused them to become mentally unstable and go insane."

"What is it?"

"I can't disclose more details." The security guard shook his head. "You must keep the details of the case confidential and not spread them around, otherwise you may be held accountable. Okay, you can leave after signing the papers and go back to get some rest."

Li Da opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the question that was on the tip of his tongue.

After signing their names one by one, the group walked out of the police station. A cool night breeze swept over them, dispelling their restlessness and unease.

Everyone looked bewildered. Liang Xiaolong scratched his head, his face full of confusion, and asked, "What exactly happened? Such a heinous assault case, I thought we'd be questioned for a long time, how come it was closed so quickly?"

Liu Cheng subconsciously glanced at Zhao Ze beside him and whispered, "Could it be that Brother Ze's family pulled some strings?"

Zhao Ze was also full of doubts. Everything that happened in the haunted house tonight seemed strange, and it also involved Xu Yuan. He didn't want to delve into it, so he vaguely replied, "Maybe."

"Forget it, forget it!" Li Da stretched and sighed. "Now that it's over, I have to have a big meal to soothe my wounded soul!"

Ye Xuan looked at him in surprise: "You can still eat?"

"What are you saying!" Li Da patted his stomach, speaking with righteous indignation. "I was almost out of breath from running, shouldn't I reward myself? Besides, aren't you hungry?"

Ye Xuan touched his stomach and pondered for a moment: "Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit true."

"Let's go!" Li Da exclaimed excitedly. "Let's eat barbecue! The last place was awful, we have to go to an authentic one tonight, have some skewers and drinks, and eat away all the bad luck!"

Ye Xuan perked up upon hearing this: "Great idea, perfect timing, I haven't had any skewers in ages."

Li Da turned to his roommates and asked, "Hey guys, wanna come together?"

Liang Xiaolong and Wen Cheng exchanged a glance, then said solemnly, "If it's war, we'll obey!"

Zhao Ze looked at Xu Yuan, and seeing him nod, he replied, "Okay, I'll pick a place."

After saying that, he looked at Wenxiu and Weiwei: "What about you two? Want to join in the fun?"

Weiwei's face was still a little pale, but she had regained her energy, and her eyes curved into a smile: "Sure, I'm hungry too."

Having gone through life and death together, their relationship had grown quite close. In addition, she had a very good impression of Zhao Ze and the others, so she naturally did not refuse.

Wenxiu nodded gently, a faint smile playing on her lips: "I'm fine with that too."

Just as everyone was about to call a car, two cars suddenly drove up from a distance and slowly stopped by the roadside.

The car door opened, and Yang Minghao and Meimei got out, looking at everyone: "Is everything settled?"

Xu Yuan stepped forward and nodded, saying, "That's about it."

"So fast?" Yang Minghao was taken aback for a moment, but didn't delve into it further, asking, "Shall I take you back to school now?"

"Not yet," Xu Yuan said with a smile. "We're planning to grab something to eat."

Yang Minghao looked around, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "It's so lively, how about I join in?"

Zhao Ze was displeased and muttered under his breath, "We're going to eat, why are you meddling in our business?"

"Xu Yuan and I have made peace now, what's wrong with having a meal together?" Yang Minghao urged. "Alright, stop dawdling, get in the car."

Xu Yuan nodded: "Let's go."

The four roommates got into Yang Minghao's car, while Wenxiu, Weiwei, and the others got into Meimei's car.

As the car slowly drove away, Zhao Ze asked curiously, "Who was that girl next to you just now?"

Xu Yuan explained, "His friend."

"No, my friend is an old man now," Yang Minghao said smugly. "Now, she's my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Zhao Ze was taken aback. "Weren't you pursuing our class monitor?"

Yang Minghao looked confused: "Who's your class monitor?"

Zhao Ze looked bewildered: "Su Nian, why are you pretending to be confused?"

"Su Nian?" Yang Minghao frowned and pondered for a moment. "That name sounds familiar."

"You were still pursuing her yesterday!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Minghao's expression turned serious. "I have a girlfriend, don't spread rumors about me."

Looking at his serious expression, Zhao Ze wondered if he himself was going crazy.

Xu Yuan watched from the sidelines, secretly admiring Yang Minghao's skill in feigning ignorance, thinking that he could learn a few tricks from him.

The group said no more, and the vehicle drove smoothly all the way to the barbecue restaurant.

As night deepened, the restaurant was filled with the aroma of grilled skewers mixed with the spiciness of cumin and chili, instantly dispelling the last vestiges of tension in everyone's hearts.

The group found a private room by the window and sat down. Zhao Ze picked up the menu and ordered dozens of skewers of grilled meat and crayfish, as well as chilled beer and drinks.

One after another, the sizzling meat skewers, the fragrant vegetables, and the spicy crayfish filled the table.

Li Da was the first to pick up a skewer of meat and take a big bite, mumbling, "Eat! Don't be shy! Eat as much as you want tonight!"

Everyone exchanged smiles, their nerves, which had been tense for so long, finally relaxed completely.

Xu Yuan held the cold beer and took small sips. At one moment, he suddenly noticed that Wenxiu's hair moved slightly, and the ends of her hair were turning yellow.

"Um?"

Wenxiu's expression hardened slightly. She quickly took out a small wooden-framed round mirror and a wooden comb from her bag and began to meticulously comb her long hair in front of the mirror.

Zhao Ze looked at her focused expression, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. It's common for girls to touch up their makeup, but it's rare to see someone so serious about combing their hair anytime, anywhere.

He hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help asking, "Why are you suddenly combing your hair?"

Before Wenxiu could speak, Weiwei explained with a smile, "Xiuxiu cherishes her hair so much that she combs it all the time. She says hair needs careful maintenance, otherwise it easily becomes dry, brittle, and falls out. She clearly has so much hair, yet she says things like that; she's practically a Versailles."

After Wenxiu finished combing her hair, she put away the mirror and comb, smiled faintly, and didn't offer any further explanation.

Xu Yuan's gaze fell on Wen Xiu's long, flowing hair, the ends of which had become black and smooth again.

A thought flickered in his mind: "Could this be her complication and treatment? It seems much gentler than what the haunted house owner and his team did."