After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Dean's Office.

Sun Ping huddled in the corner, his face as pale as a corpse.

Today, I fear I will not escape death.

The timid and obsequious bald man had long been possessed by a strange parasite.

No wonder, no wonder he hadn't seen the bald man in the restaurant since that day. This kind of empty shell, completely parasitized by the eerie entity, isn't considered a player and naturally gets shut out of the safe zone of the instance.

"Holy crap, Baldy's been parasitized?" "That acting is too good! I've been following Sun Ping's livestream for so long, and I didn't notice anything amiss." "Who would have thought? Sun Ping takes his anger out on him every day, he's treated better as a dog than as a lackey, and this weirdo can tolerate it?" "So, when exactly was Baldy parasitized? How did he even have the opportunity to come into contact with such a high-level weirdo?"

"...I've thought of a time." "Could it be around that time? It seems like Baldy wanted to harm Tang Li, so he changed Gu Xiaoying's room number from 807 to 802, using a trick to make Tang Li go to the wrong room?"

"So, the one currently parasitizing the bald man's body is Gu Xiaoying?!"

Bald... Gu Xiaoying's hand covered the silver-gray safe in the dean's office.

"Let me go," Sun Ping said hoarsely. "Let me go, and I'll tell you the safe's combination."

Gu Xiaoying ignored him.

Black mist emanated from his body, gradually leaping into flame-like shapes. The black fire engulfed the safe. The sturdy metal walls were burned away by the black mist, and stacks of documents stained with sin were revealed once more.

When the wind blows, black ash fills the air, and white paper with black writing is scattered all over the ground.

Gu Xiaoying stood quietly atop the pile of evidence, her empty eye sockets devoid of joy or sorrow.

Should I pick it up? Is it even necessary to pick up these meaningless pieces of evidence in the instance?

He was waiting.

What awaits him? Is it the hell he has already fallen into, or a miracle he dares not even dream of?

Inside the Doupen Maze.

The in-car AI assistant, Xiaomei, is providing navigation.

"Go to the right, then turn left at the second intersection."

"Stop, don't make a sound, the worm is next door."

"Keep walking, you'll make sounds, and then run!"

The maze was filled with countless fragmented worms, whose crawling paths, controlled by the dean, intertwined into a fine web.

But Xiao Mei's gaze seemed to descend from the clouds, and under the dense commands, Tang Li's figure moved freely through the grid.

They clearly brushed past each other time and time again, yet remained completely unharmed.

A flush crept up her cheekbones, painting her face red; sweat dripped down her cheeks, and the pent-up frustration in her chest seemed to dissipate with the intense exercise. Tang Li was the prey being hunted, yet she felt exhilarated.

"That's wonderful, Xiaomei!" she said with a smile, showering him with praise.

Xiao Mei wondered, "So AI can also feel such intense joy?"

The drone gave wings to her eyes. At this moment, Tang Li placed Gu Xiaomei in the most suitable position for her. She was no longer the clumsy and timid hospital newcomer, nor the ghost dwelling in the computer, futilely reviewing old files.

Tang Li became the little person running and jumping in the game, while Xiao Mei became the strategist and commander.

Xiao Mei proudly thought: I am no longer that stupid robot that crashes after drinking a little hot millet porridge. I have helped my master.

The dean's rage lashed out at every worm, making them crawl faster and faster, but the figure was nowhere to be seen in the maze.

What rendered him so powerless was the newcomer he had casually dismissed. Does the dean know this?

Eighth floor.

"This place really was bombed."

Qiu Wanting looked at the charred corridor walls with a complicated expression.

Jiang Hui stood behind him, glaring angrily at the compass.

"It moved again... then stopped... then moved again..."

"—What on earth is Tang Li doing? Is she dancing on the border of a no-tracking zone?!"

Inside the Doupen Maze.

As expected, I was detained by medical staff.

Reality didn't allow me to do more, and also to lower their guard against me, I started making games.

I... am destined not to be able to watch Xiaomei grow up again, so I want to make a game to accompany her.

I tried to warn Xiaomei in the game, wanting to keep her away from all danger and teach her various survival skills. But in reality, I might not be good at being a teacher; my biggest progress was actually in obsessively drawing countless little dresses for Xiaomei.

I simply can't stop imagining what Xiaomei will look like when she grows up.

That's all for now, Jerry's here to pick me up for surgery.

As Tang Li ran and dodged following Xiao Mei's directions, she opened the book she hadn't finished reading.

The hospital's treatment methods were extremely rudimentary, which not only made people lose hope in the medical ethics of these people, but also made them begin to doubt their undergraduate and master's degrees.

They are a bunch of quack doctors who cut off heads when one has a headache and feet when one has a foot ache. Their methods are so crude that they rival the ancient Western practice of bloodletting.

Today, that purplish-black rotten flesh spread to my legs, and my two legs swelled up like two plump purple eggplants, so they sawed off my legs.

It achieved the physical separation of the good leg and the bad leg.

Xiaomei, Daddy isn't the tall, imposing daddy he used to be anymore, ಥ_ಥ, please don't dislike Daddy.

A short, almost laughing sound came from Tang Li's throat.

Xiao Mei asked her, "Is there anything fun to do?"

Tang Li's finger landed on the crying face that Gu Xiaoying had casually drawn. After a long while, she sadly shook her head.

The following text became extremely illegible.

【bother.

The eeriness spread to my fingers, making it difficult to hold a pen.

There's no way to draw a little dress for Xiaomei.

The good news is, this is a perfect opportunity to push myself and finally finish this increasingly long mobile game.

I don't know which doctor cut off a piece of my arm.

They took a piece of my forearm and a piece of my upper arm, then put the remaining three pieces together, and after an hour, they had completely grown back.

Those purplish-black, writhing flesh and blood served as the best adhesive.

Now my arms and legs are very short, so even if Xiaomei still has her memory, she probably won't recognize me when she sees me again.

I stared at myself in the mirror for half the night and couldn't help but laugh out loud: I'm a complete dwarf now, and I can cosplay Snow White and a dwarf with Xiaomei.

Thinking about it that way, it actually seems quite interesting.

Tang Li pursed her lips, her emotions surging. At the same time, she hurriedly hid in a side alley to avoid a rampaging carnivorous worm.

She recalled Gu Xiaoying's current physique, and his disproportionately large head and shoulders.

Now she knows why... Gu Xiaoying looks like a "child".

Tang Li turned the page, her eyes narrowing.

This page is stained with blood.

Gu Xiaoying's last trace of bittersweet humor vanished completely.

Something's not right.

I stood in the bathroom, my hands covered in blood.

But I lost my previous memories.

Whose blood is on your hands?

Why is there blood on my hands?

What did the hospital do to me?