Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

Shen Qingchan then went to another bed and checked the name of the patient at the head of the bed.

But the place was filthy, and the writing was so smudged that it was impossible to tell who it was.

Yuan Zhi looked around the ward and couldn't help but sigh, "My ability to have bad luck must have disappeared, otherwise I wouldn't have found this place so quickly."

Shen Qingchan didn't say anything; she couldn't be sure if there was any danger in room 444.

She rummaged through Nie Xiaoxiao's bedside table, where there were still many yellowed band-aids.

And a notebook, like a diary.

Shen Qingchan took out the diary.

The diary was covered in dust and had a musty smell.

The first few pages were blank; only when you turned to the middle did you see a full page of handwriting—childish, crooked, and the contents read like a will.

I'm so tired. I feel like my birth was wrong. My sixth child told me that she hates someone, hates them so much, and hopes that person will die right away. My mother hates me so much, she probably also hopes that I will die right away.

The doctor said that if I don't do anything bad, I'll go to heaven when I die. There are lots of delicious food and fun things there, but I won't see my mom anymore. Although I miss my mom a lot, she doesn't want to see me.

Oh, and the doctor also said that if I go to heaven first, my mother will go there in ten or twenty years. Maybe then, she won't hate me anymore...

Finally, I decided that I should go first, and wait for Mom to calm down. When I see her again, she won't dislike me so much.

After reading the last line of text, Shen Qingchan heard a voice in her ear: 【[The Vanished Her] Story Unlock Progress: 60%】

Yuan Zhi stood beside her, watching with tears in her eyes: "This child must have had a fight with her mother to think of suicide. It's such a pity. She could have just talked to her mother properly..."

After reading the diary, Shen Qingchan remained expressionless. Only after listening to Yuan Zhi's感慨 (sentiments/reflections) did she slowly reveal, "This is fake."

"Huh?" Yuan Zhi was stunned for a moment. She picked up the diary and looked at the handwriting. It was exactly what a 5 or 6-year-old child would write. In addition, the childish content made it impossible to see any problems.

As Shen Qingchan explained, she casually put the diary back in its place: "A five or six-year-old child has just started elementary school and doesn't know that many characters, but not a single character in this entry is marked with pinyin."

Yuan Zhi suddenly realized, "You're right!"

Then I thought, "Surely the policeman couldn't have missed that? Why didn't he immediately determine it was fake?"

"There must be more to the story," Shen Qingchan said, and continued searching.

The wardrobe was also covered in a layer of dust. Shen Qingchan covered her mouth and nose to block the dust and struggled to open the wardrobe.

With a creak, a putrid smell wafted over. Yuan Zhi was caught off guard by the stench as she walked over, and in an instant, her face contorted as she uncontrollably gagged.

"Ugh... What is this...?"

Something seemed to be leaning against the door. As the wardrobe door slowly opened, the object lost its support and fell out.

It was pitch black, and the thing was huge. By the bright light from outside the corridor, she touched it. It was incredibly dry and shriveled; she could feel that it was just dehydrated sebum...

"Ahhhhhh—" Yuan Zhi suddenly screamed, startling Shen Qingchan so much that she instinctively pulled her hand away.

Yuan Zhi was standing right where the wardrobe door was open, while Shen Qingchan stood on the other side. Yuan Zhi covered her face with her hands, her whole body trembling uncontrollably: "This! This! It's a dried corpse!"

Shen Qingchan frowned and quickly opened the wardrobe door. Something about the same size as Xiao Dai rolled to the ground. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a dried corpse.

However, perhaps because it hasn't been long enough, the hair on the mummified corpse's head is still there, and even the eyelashes are clearly visible. Only the face is sunken, with rotting flesh hanging precariously, and many maggots wriggling on it. If you listen carefully, you can even hear gnawing sounds.

The mummified corpse looked to be about 5 or 6 years old. Shen Qingchan recognized it immediately when she saw the blackened bandages binding the hair.

Yuan Zhi asked tremblingly, "This dried corpse...could it be Nie Xiaoxiao?"

"It's her," Shen Qingchan said, turning Nie Xiaoxiao's body over.

She had felt something was off about her lower back before, and upon closer inspection, she noticed a stitched seam there.

She asked Xiaodai to bring her a knife and cut open the shriveled flesh.

Yuan Zhi stood to the side, too afraid to move, watching Shen Qingchan's every move, and couldn't help but ask, "You also know... forensic medicine?"

"Won't."

The shriveled skin was too stiff, making it difficult for the knife to cut into it.

Shen Qingchan finally cut open the flesh and skin, and found that the internal organs inside were almost completely rotten and empty.

Shen Qingchan frowned, preparing to cut open the other side as well.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor, and the music from the second-floor loudspeaker started playing.

"Time to do morning exercises!" Yuan Zhi reminded her.

Shen Qingchan struggled to cut through the skin and flesh; it was too tough.

Judging from the dent in that spot, the internal organs inside might have rotted away.

"What are you doing!"

A loud voice suddenly rang out at the door. They hadn't closed the door, thinking no one would pass by.

As soon as the words were spoken, the nurse appeared in front of Shen Qingchan, appearing silently like a ghost.

Seeing Shen Qingchan holding the knife hilt towards the dried corpse on the ground, the nurse screamed in fright, "Ah—!"

Shen Qingchan stood up, puzzled, and put the knife aside.

"Luo Yan! You killed someone!" The nurse stared at her with empty eyes, her words spoken with certainty.

"...Did I kill someone?" Shen Qingchan raised an eyebrow.

It turns out that in the eyes of the doctors and nurses, this dead, mummified corpse could also be called a "person".

The nurse listened to her nonchalant tone, her nostrils flaring as Shen Qingchan stood right in front of her, her breath reeking of decay.

Shen Qingchan covered her nose as she listened to the nurse's definitive conclusion: "You've killed someone! Your condition has worsened; you must go to the third floor for treatment."

As she spoke, the nurse produced a syringe with a thick needle and a tube of unidentified yellow liquid inside.

The nurse reached out to grab her, but Shen Qingchan immediately dodged.

It's not that she can't go to the third floor, it's just that there are still many tasks to be completed on the second floor.

There were rustling sounds coming from outside the ward, indicating that quite a few nurses and doctors were about to pass by.

"Little Dumb! Close the door."

Xiao Dai obediently went to close the door. The moment the door closed, the only light in the ward came from outside the window. The nurse only had eyes for Shen Qingchan. She held the syringe in one hand and chased after Shen Qingchan with the other.