A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

The corner locker suddenly opened.

The third "dismemberment forensic pathologist" scrambled out, his white coat askew, half his face a smear of makeup covering a knife scar. The first thing he did was rush to the wall and turn off the ghastly green strobe light.

The morgue was lit with warm yellow lights, creating a somewhat cozy atmosphere.

NPC number three turned off the sound effects again.

"Teacher Lu, the lights are too bright and hurt your eyes." NPC number three put his hands behind his back. "I'll adjust them to make you more comfortable."

The upside-down female ghost had been hanging in the ceiling vent for a long time. She was originally supposed to hang upside down and fall when Lu Yuan passed by, with her hair hanging in front of his eyes.

Now that she heard Number One surrender and Number Three defect, she tightened her waist and abdomen, and swiftly rolled over to the ground.

Her wig was askew on one side of her face, but she didn't bother to fix it. She took out a key with a skull pendant from her pocket, handed it over with both hands, and bowed.

"Teacher Lu, his key is fake. The real key is with me."

She paused for a moment, then said, "The ground is cold. Would you like some hot water? I have ginger tea in my thermos."

The first NPC sat in the body bag, holding the fake key, looking hurt: "Why did you hand over the real key too? The process isn't finished yet."

The female ghost glared at him: "If you want to leave, then leave. I won't stop you."

The third forensic doctor nodded: "I agree. The program can be re-recorded, but a human life is precious."

Through the earpiece, Yan Ji's roar was already shattered: "What are you doing? Who gave you the key? You female ghost! You even asked him if he wanted ginger tea? Are you a ghost or a nanny?"

The female ghost took off her headphones and stuffed them into the pocket of her white coat.

Inside the broadcast van, Xiao Zhao didn't dare look at Yan Ji. Lao Fang covered his face.

Jiang Yan was sitting in the back row. She had originally prepared to call the emergency team at any time, but now it seemed that she wouldn't need to.

A psychological counselor could be arranged for Yan Ji!

Lu Yuan looked at the three "evil spirits" in front of him and took the skull key.

Thanks.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a bag of sweet and spicy snacks from his windbreaker pocket and handed it to them.

"It's not easy to lie in a morgue or hang a vent in this freezing weather. Eating something spicy will warm you up."

The three NPCs accepted the spicy snacks with great solemnity, saying, "Thank you, Teacher Lu."

Lu Yuan turned and walked towards the door, the female ghost escorting him to the door.

"Teacher Lu, please take care. There's water on the stairs. Please step on the right side."

Inside the broadcast van, Yan Ji ran his hands through his hair, leaning forward.

His proud "non-physical psychological thriller" was not defeated by fists, nor by courage, but by the survival instinct of his employees!

Looking at the three NPCs sharing spicy snacks on the screen, Xiao Zhao said in a weak voice, "President Yan, this part... can't be broadcast, can it?"

Yan Ji looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "If you ask me again whether I'm going to broadcast it or not, I'll send you to the morgue too."

Shut up, Xiao Zhao.

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Triage hall.

Only five minutes have passed since the start of the single-player mission.

Shen Yiming stood at the top of the stairs on the third floor, adjusting his breathing rhythm, preparing to push open the door of the abandoned pharmacy.

Meng Ying held the flashlight, the beam of light swaying back and forth on the ground; she hadn't even moved five meters from the hall.

Da Yan faced the direction of the intensive care unit, trying to mentally prepare himself, muttering, "I'm a rapper, I'm not afraid of ghosts."

He Rihuo stood at the door of the dean's office, his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't turn it for a long time.

Footsteps came from the other side of the iron gate, and several people turned around at the same time. The door leading to the second basement level opened.

Ding! The skull keychain landed on the stainless steel tabletop.

"I got the key."

The four people looked at the key, then at Lu Yuan.

Big Smoke muttered, "Five minutes?"

Meng Ying asked softly, "Did...something happen to you?"

Lu Yuan thought for a moment, "I encountered three staff members."

"and then?"

"They were very welcoming," Lu Yuan said, taking a sip of water. "They even asked if I wanted some ginger tea."

A female voice announced from above, "The remaining guests, please immediately begin your individual tasks."

Shen Yiming clutched his pharmacy task card and gritted his teeth as he walked up the stairs to the third floor.

Da Yan moved towards the intensive care unit, turning back every two steps, "Brother Lu, if I don't come out in ten minutes, remember to come and get me."

Meng Ying grabbed a flashlight, pushed open the door to the nurses' changing room, and glanced back at Lu Yuan before going in, saying, "Don't sleep too soundly."

He Rihuo stood at the door of the dean's office, holding the plastic abacus in his hand, and solemnly dialed it twice.

Lu Yuan asked, "What are you going to do with that thing?"

He Rihuo said, "An abacus can be used for fortune telling and also to ward off evil spirits. The production team doesn't uphold martial ethics, so I have no choice but to ask the patriarch to step in."

The doors closed one by one.

Only Lu Yuan remained in the hall.

He settled himself on the waiting chair, zipped up his windbreaker, and closed his eyes to catch up on some sleep.

For half an hour, the loudspeakers on all four sides of the triage hall were constantly ringing.

First came Shen Yiming's voice, "Why did this medicine cabinet open by itself? Who's inside? Come out! Don't hide!"

Then came Da Yan's distorted scream, "Brother! Brother! The dummy in the ICU is sitting up! It's sitting up! I'm not recording anymore! I really'm not recording anymore!"

Meng Ying's situation was even worse: "Don't turn off the lights! Please don't turn off the lights!"

He Rihuo shouted the most cultured words in the dean's office.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. The production crew is in the control room; I'm just an employee!"

Lu Yuan slept soundly, even changing his position halfway through the night.

Inside the broadcast van, Yan Ji stared at the split screen, his blood pressure fluctuating wildly.

Four screens, each in its own room, show the guests being chased by traps and NPCs until they are completely out of their minds.

In the fifth screen, Lu Yuan is sleeping on a waiting chair, with his thermos cup still covering his chest.

The comparison is too hurtful.

Old Fang stood to the side and whispered, "President Yan, the contrast is quite striking."

Yan Ji glared at him. "What are you trying to prove? This is just giving up."

"The audience loves watching it."

Yan Ji was speechless, because Lao Fang was telling the truth.

Twenty-eight minutes later, Shen Yiming was the first to rush back to the hall, his suit jacket covered in dust, and he was clutching half a prescription in his hand.

He slammed the paper on the triage desk, leaning on it to catch his breath. "There's a cabinet in the pharmacy, and three nurses are squatting inside."

The second one to return was wearing a ripped sweatshirt collar and an ECG patch of unknown origin around his neck.

He rushed in and sat on the floor, shouting, "That bed in the ICU bounces! It bounces me! The bed bounces me!"

Meng Ying's eye makeup was smudged from crying. She was holding a white name tag she had taken out of the nurses' changing room. After sitting down, she didn't say a word and drank half a bottle of water first.

Finally, it was He Rihuo's turn. When he came out of the dean's office, he had a file folder in his left hand and a plastic abacus in his right, the beads of which were rattling loudly as he turned them. "I've reached an agreement with the dean."

Four clue sheets of paper were laid out.

When the prescription, critical condition notice, nurse's name tag, and patient file are put together, the red text on the back forms a line: "Insert the master key into the reception desk and enter the last four digits of the patient's medical record: 317."

Lu Yuan inserted the skull key into the lock of the reception desk, and Shen Yiming dialed the code.

"Click." Behind the triage desk, the heavy isolation doors parted to the sides.

A cold, white light shone from behind the door.

After the group went inside, they discovered that it was a huge enclosed space.

All around, above, and below, were mirrors cut into irregular geometric shapes. LED strips were hidden in the slits of the mirrors, and the light refracted back and forth within the mirrors, cutting a person's shadow into dozens of parts.

A female voice announced over the loudspeaker: "Welcome to the Multi-Perspective Refraction Mirror Maze."

"This level is a fully closed-loop optical maze. Please find the only exit."

Friendly reminder: Please believe everything you see, and please don't believe everything you see.