My organs are too abstract.

Chapter 93 Black Dog, Rooster, Puppet, Hanged Man!

Meanwhile, in the fourth-floor corridor.

"Gurgle————"

The woman swallowed a mouthful of saliva that wasn't even there, and her forehead and back were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

If the other person were a patient, she wouldn't be so terrified, but her slightly trembling nerves and the instinctive shaking of her body were frantically reminding her—

The other party is not a patient, but rather—a calamity.

A calamity that can speak, just like a human!

She stood frozen in place for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a trembling voice from her dry throat: "You—who are you?"

"Me? I'm Tongtong."

A little girl's innocent voice rang out from at the woman's feet, but there was a hint of impatience in her tone, "Auntie, didn't you say you were going to give me food? Where is it?"

"I—I—"

The woman's mind went blank, and she stammered, unable to speak.

What food does she have? She only said that to lure the other party over and devour them to regain some strength.

"Oh, Tongtong knows!" The little girl standing under the lamplight across the street nodded in sudden realization. "The delicious thing Auntie was talking about—it's actually Auntie herself, right?"

The little girl's voice was innocent and pure, yet it carried a hint of seriousness.

At any other time, anyone who heard these words would only be amused by their childlike innocence, but at this moment, the woman truly felt a chill that penetrated to her very bones.

The other party is serious.

This little girl—no, this monster—was genuinely asking if she could be considered "delicious"!

The woman forced herself to argue, "No, that's not it—"

The little girl's tone instantly turned to disappointment: "Was that auntie lying to Tongtong?"

"No, that's not what I meant—" the woman hurriedly explained, rummaging in her pocket while forcing an awkward smile. "Tongtong, wait a minute, Auntie will look again, I'll find it soon—"

As she said this, a resolute look appeared in the woman's eyes. The next second, under Tongtong's expectant gaze, her body suddenly swelled up!

Like a balloon blown to its limit, the facial features began to distort and stretch unnaturally, and the skin even developed some cracks and wrinkles, as if it would burst completely at any moment in exchange for a slim chance to escape.

At this critical moment—

"Squeak—"

The sound of an old door hinge turning suddenly rang out at the other end of the deathly silent corridor.

The woman's movements suddenly froze, and she instinctively glanced at the source of the sight.

The door to room 401 was ajar, and it was unclear when it was opened.

A black mongrel dog was slowly peeking out from inside the door.

It stood at the doorway, its head turning left and right, warily surveying the corridor. Strangely, despite being a furry dog's face, it clearly displayed anthropomorphic tension.

A moment later, as if unaware of any danger, the mongrel breathed a sigh of relief, and its body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a huge black dog far larger than ordinary dogs.

Despite its large size, it was remarkably thin, with its ribs clearly visible beneath its short fur, as if it hadn't eaten in a long time.

The black dog's ears twitched slightly, and with a sudden push of its hind legs, it stood upright on its hind legs. Then, with its paws behind its back, it slowly walked out of the door in the manner of an old man taking a stroll.

"Woof!"

The black dog's gaze immediately locked onto the woman who was frozen in the middle of the corridor.

It was stunned for a moment, then its green eyes suddenly flashed with a greedy green light, like a hungry wolf seeing flesh and blood. Thick saliva uncontrollably stretched from the corners of its open mouth into silver threads and dripped to the ground.

Why————

The woman stared, her gaze fixed on the drool dripping from the other's mouth. A chill ran down her spine, and she was filled with utter horror: "There are other calamities here?!"

This thought hadn't been in my mind for long—

"Squeak"

"Click—"

The sound of doors opening one after another echoed in the fourth-floor corridor.

The woman looked over blankly, then her pupils suddenly contracted!

In the deep, dimly lit corridor, doors slowly opened, revealing all sorts of strange and unusual objects standing silently behind them.

"Cluck cluck ————"

A brightly colored rooster walked gracefully out from behind a door, but strangely, where the rooster's beak should have been was a woman's face.

A man in an overcoat, with a blank expression, stiffly peeked out from behind the door. When he saw the woman, he seemed to doubt his own eyes. He first covered his eyes with his hands in disbelief, and after a few seconds, he slowly removed his hands, widened his eyes, and put on a stiff smile.

What horrified the woman was that his facial features were all painted on, and his hands, visible beneath his coat, were made of cold wood.

He's clearly a puppet!

"Hehehe————"

The puppet suddenly tilted its head, and a low, suppressed laugh slowly rose, its tone initially dry, but then abruptly rising with the madness of a circus clown: "I think I see—a brand new toy?!"

The air suddenly distorted on the floor in the very center of the corridor.

A thick, mottled wooden stake, stained with dark brown bloodstains, appeared out of nowhere without warning.

The wooden stake slowly rotated half a circle.

An old corpse dressed as a priest was hanging upside down, nailed firmly to a wooden stake with thick iron nails. As the stake turned, its ashen and numb face was facing the woman.

The eyes of that dead man, which had long since lost their vitality and were covered by a white film, suddenly lit up with two unsettling points of light.

The corpse stared silently at the woman for several seconds, then a look of pity appeared on its pale face.

"I will bring eternal freedom to all beings—" a deep, compassionate voice emanated from its mouth, chanting slowly in a hymn-like tone, "and the end of freedom—is death!"

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The woman stared at the group of monsters before her, completely stunned, her mind blank.

In a daze, I caught a glimpse of light and shadow flashing swiftly deep within the crack of a door.

But when she looked closely, she was horrified to discover that it wasn't a flickering light or shadow at all, but an eye, an eye so huge that it almost filled the entire door frame!

That flicker just now was actually that huge eye blinking gently.

Whenever there is some unimaginably enormous entity, it quietly lies dormant behind that door, silently and silently watching everything in the corridor.

"These—these things—"

The woman's lips trembled as she murmured in a dreamlike voice, "What...what is it all...?"

Her body had long since returned to normal. If she had only faced one calamity, she might have had a chance to struggle. But facing this group of terrifying monsters, unless a miracle occurred, her chance of survival was zero.

"Woof!"

The black dog stepped forward first, pacing back and forth around the woman who stood motionless, sniffing her intensely, drool dripping from its mouth, looking impatient, yet its eyes held a hint of hesitation, as if it were weighing something.

"Cluck cluck ————"

A rooster with a human face flapped its wings and flew over, hovering in front of the woman. Its eyes, as small as mung beans, darted left and right before finally focusing on her wide-open eyes, which were wide with fear.

The rooster's head suddenly lunged forward, its hard, cold beak almost poking the woman's moist eyeballs!

The woman was terrified, yet dared not even close her eyes, fearing that any movement she made would bring about her death. Extreme fear intertwined with the stinging dryness of her eyes, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

"Hehehe—let me take a closer look—"

The puppet's eerie laughter rang out of the woman's ear without warning. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the puppet was now close to her side, whispering in her ear, "Is your new toy—good or bad?"

The upside-down corpse on the stake flashed and appeared on the ceiling, looking down at the woman. In a compassionate tone, it recited, "Death is the destiny of all beings, and I will bring..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Its gaze was fixed stiffly on the depths of the corridor.

A black dog, a rooster with a human face, a puppet, and even a giant eye behind a crack in the door —

At that moment, all the monsters in the corridor turned their heads and looked towards a room further down the corridor.

There, the door to room 424 had been quietly opened at some point.

A young man in pajamas, head bowed, with unsteady, sleepwalking steps, slowly stepped out of the shadows of the room and into the light of the corridor.