A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

Suddenly, the door emitted light.

Zhou Lang opened his eyes. The white door was melting, like ice meeting fire, slowly turning into a puddle of water that flowed onto the ground and disappeared.

"What did you do?" Zhao Qiang's eyes widened.

"We've fooled it," Zhou Lang said. "Let's go."

Behind the door was a huge room with an operating table in the center, on which lay a person.

To be precise, he is a person pieced together from different parts.

Its head is that of a woman, its body is that of a man, its limbs come from different people, and its whole body is like a stitched monster, with each part sewn together with rough thread.

The strangest thing is that this thing is still alive.

Its chest was heaving, and its breathing was hoarse like a broken bellows.

"This is..." Han Yingying's voice trembled.

"The dean's favorite patient," Zhou Lang continued, "or rather, the person the dean wants to resurrect."

He held the oil lamp close to the operating table and finally saw the face clearly.

She was a young woman, probably in her twenties, with delicate features, but her eyes were closed.

Zhou Lang's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He had seen this face before.

In my sister's photo album, there is a picture of a woman whose face looks exactly like this.

"My sister's friend..." he murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" Zhao Qiang didn't hear him clearly.

Zhou Lang didn't answer. He stared at that face, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

If this is my sister's friend, could her disappearance be related to this place?

"Zhou Lang," Han Yingying suddenly tugged at his clothes, "Look over there."

Zhou Lang turned his head and saw a cabinet in the corner of the room. The cabinet door was half open and the inside was full of file folders.

He walked over and casually pulled out a file.

The file contained a name: Lin Yu.

Below is a detailed medical record.

"Patient Lin Yu, female, 23 years old, suffers from severe dissociative identity disorder, with seven different personalities existing within her..."

Zhou Lang quickly flipped through the files, becoming increasingly alarmed with each page he read.

Lin Yu stayed in the sanatorium for three years, during which time she received various treatments, but her condition not only did not improve, but became more and more serious.

The last page records the date as the day before the fire.

"The dean decided to implement the final treatment plan for the patient, which involves stripping away all of his personality traits and reconstructing a complete personality."

Below is a line of smaller print: "The success rate of this plan is zero, but the dean insists that it is the only salvation."

Zhou Lang closed the file and looked at the assembled monster on the operating table.

So this is the hospital director's "final treatment plan"?

To take a person apart and then put them back together?

"Madman," he cursed.

"Zhou Lang." Zhao Qiang's voice suddenly became tense, "That thing...it opened its eyes."

Zhou Lang turned his head sharply, and the spliced ​​monster on the operating table had indeed opened its eyes.

Those eyes were grayish-white, unfocused, but they were definitely looking at them.

"Humans..."

It spoke, and the voice sounded like several people talking at the same time, a mixture of men's, women's, young and old, which sounded extremely eerie.

"You...have arrived..."

Zhou Lang gripped the chainsaw tightly, ready to act at any moment.

"Don't be nervous," the spliced ​​monster said. "I...won't hurt you..."

"So what do you want to do?" Zhou Lang asked.

"I...I want to ask you...for a favor..." the spliced ​​monster's voice was weak, "Kill me..."

All three of them were stunned.

"What did you say?"

"Kill me..." the spliced ​​monster repeated, "I've... lived too long... every day... is torture..."

Blood tears streamed from its eyes.

"The director... has me trapped here... every day... they have to... replace new body parts... I want to die... but I can't..."

Zhou Lang fell silent.

He remembered what the bandaged man had said: this thing wanted to be resurrected.

But now it seems that what it wants is not resurrection, but true death.

"If I kill you," Zhou Lang asked, "what will happen?"

"This manor...will collapse..." the pieced-together monster said. "All the ghosts...will disappear...and you...will be able to leave too..."

"Sounds good," Zhao Qiang said. "Then let's..."

"Wait a minute," Zhou Lang interrupted him, "What will happen to those people still in the game if the manor collapses?"

The assembled monster remained silent for a moment.

"They...will die..."

Zhou Lang frowned.

Now, besides the three of them, there are also Xiong Batian and his two companions in the manor.

If we kill this thing now, all three of them will die.

"We can't do that," Han Yingying said. "We have to get them out of there first."

"But..." Zhao Qiang hesitated, "we don't even know if we can get out of here alive."

"Then let's think of a way," Zhou Lang said. "We can't just stand by and watch them die."

The spliced ​​monster suddenly laughed, a shrill and piercing laugh.

"You...are so kind...but...it's no use..."

"What do you mean?"

"The Dean...won't let you...save people..." the spliced ​​monster said. "It's already...discovered you..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the room was suddenly kicked open.

The butler stood at the door, his cane slamming heavily on the ground.

"I knew it," its voice was icy. "You would come here."

Zhou Lang instinctively stepped in front of Han Yingying and Zhao Qiang, his chainsaw already turned on.

"Get out of the way," the butler said. "I don't want to kill you, but if you insist on breaking the rules..."

"Rules?" Zhou Lang sneered. "Your rules are to treat people as raw materials to assemble a monster?"

"You don't understand." The butler's voice suddenly became agitated. "I'm saving her! Lin Yu is the most unique patient I've ever seen; she shouldn't die like this!"

"So you set fire to the entire sanatorium?" Zhou Lang said. "And killed everyone?"

"They deserved to die!" the butler roared. "Those patients, those doctors, they're all useless! Only I, only I can cure Lin Yu!"

Zhou Lang finally understood.

This dean isn't crazy; he's been crazy from the very beginning.

"You can't cure her." Zhou Lang pointed to the operating table. "You've just turned her into a monster."

"Shut up!" Butler Killer raised his cane. "What do you know! I'm just one step away. If we can find a suitable heart, she can be resurrected!"

"She doesn't want to be resurrected," Zhou Lang said. "She wants to die."

The butler was stunned.

"What...did you say?"

"She wants to die," Zhou Lang repeated. "Ask her yourself."

The butler turned to look at the operating table, where the spliced ​​monster was staring at him, its eyes full of pleading.

"Dean...please...let me die..."

The butler's body began to tremble.

"No...it's impossible...you were...you were so close to succeeding..."

"I never...wanted...to succeed..." the spliced ​​monster said. "I just wanted...to be free..."

The butler took a step back, and his cane fell to the ground.

"No...this isn't true...I've done so much...all for you..."

"I know..." the spliced ​​monster's voice softened, "but... Dean... some things... can't be changed by effort alone..."

"I don't believe it!" The butler suddenly rushed towards the operating table. "I don't believe it! I can definitely cure you!"

Zhou Lang tried to stop it, but it was too late.