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

The dark crack was like a dangerous fissure, like a slender, unclosed lip embedded in the wall, hollowly welcoming her gaze.

When Tang Li went out before, 801 would often leave such a crack open, but this time, there was no pair of mole-like eyes glistening with anticipation and fear.

A sense of foreboding filled Tang Li's heart. She didn't knock and pushed the door open to enter.

The hinges creaked open, and the door opened.

Tang Li entered the room.

The room was empty; there was no sign of the thin man.

Room 801 was no different from any other ward. The windows were closed, the blankets were not made, the bed was messy, and there were almost no personal belongings, except for half a cream cake on the bedside table.

Tang Li bent down by the bed, her fingers lightly touching the bedding. It was slightly cool to the touch, with no residual human warmth.

The skinny man has been out of bed for a long time.

Tang Li glanced down at the bedside. The slippers were lying face up and face down. The shoes he wore when he went out were gone. The skinny man had acted on his own when he left.

She continued to look around the room, went into the small bathroom room, and looked at the toothbrush, toothpaste and sink, which were all dry.

Maybe it was still night when they left. Maybe the skinny person just doesn't have the habit of getting up early to wash up.

There were no drag marks on the floor, and the room was only moderately messy; Tang Li found no further clues. Judging from the scene, it seemed the skinny man had decided to leave on his own.

Maybe she's just overthinking it; the skinny guy is probably in the restaurant having breakfast.

Tang Li walked towards the door, but just as she was about to step over the threshold, she suddenly stopped.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she slowly squatted down.

There were a few candies scattered there.

Skinny's favorite candy.

Outside.

The slender-waisted hourglass nurse, who was waiting to escort Tang Li to the restaurant, watched her pick up the candy.

She tilted her head in confusion, stepped forward, and said, "Don't eat these, they're dirty."

She recalled her newly refilled food cart and said confidently, "Do you want some candy? I can give you lots and lots more."

Tang Li smiled, but the curve of her lips wasn't as wide as before: "No need. Do you know where the owner of this ward is?"

The slender-waisted nurse said, "I know."

"Last night, this gentleman's condition suddenly worsened, and he has been taken away for surgery."

Tang Li was taken aback: "Who is his attending physician? How long will the surgery take? When can we visit him?"

The slender-waisted nurse blinked slowly. "Doctor...it seems to be Dr. Jiang. Come to think of it, he hasn't performed surgery in a long time. This gentleman is truly lucky to be treated by him."

"I don't know how long the surgery will take, but I think I can visit tomorrow... if everything goes well."

Further away, Jiang Hui watched the slender-waisted nurse and Tang Li.

She was typing in the live stream.

"Host: Where did Skinny go?" "Who would pay attention to him?" "He's probably dead." "Everyone went to Tang Li's live stream last night to watch the show, there was nobody in his live stream." "The audience is too low, it's like a punitive dungeon grind, and it's in a closed space like a hospital room where there's nowhere to run, Skinny is probably done for."

"I checked, but his livestream wasn't even on. In this situation, he's either unconscious or dead; he couldn't possibly just be asleep. (This comment has been blocked from other streamers to protect their privacy.)"

Jiang Hui frowned.

Last night at the restaurant, Tang Li still looked dejected. At that time, she was discussing the possibility of combining games and reality with her, and she spoke eloquently, but it was just casual conversation. Jiang Hui could tell that this was not what Tang Li was interested in.

Now, she clutches candy in her hand, the stray hairs on her forehead and the front of her clothes still damp from the rain, but her eyes burn with fire.

Paranoiacs are always the most self-centered people; they only care about their own world.

In this eerie game, people die every day. On the first day, Huang Mao died; on the second day, Lao Ding died; Lao Wang, whom Tang Li had personally handed out candy to, died; and Aunt Qian, who had casually served her rice in the cafeteria, died. One by one, the hospital rooms emptied, and the people around her died, but Tang Li remained oblivious.

On the contrary, she was happy for them, saying, "That's great! They've recovered and been discharged. No wonder it's a big hospital; their cure rate is so high!"

How cruelly naive! Jiang Hui could only smile bitterly. She wanted you to see this world clearly, yet she dared not let you open your eyes.

But at this moment, she gazed at that lonely figure.

Tang Li... seems to have already sensed something.

A thunderclap.

The skinny man awoke with a start from his drowsy sleep.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he dared not open his eyes.

"You're awake?" a polite voice said.

"What's going on? The live stream suddenly turned on?" "The streamer is still alive, that's surprising." "What's going on? It's all black? Is there a power outage?" "Hilarious, the cowardly streamer hasn't dared to open his eyes yet." "Hahahaha, streamer, open your eyes, I'll reward you with a point."

"Stop pretending," the voice grew closer and finally stopped beside him, "Your heart is racing, I can see it."

The skinny man opened his eyes in despair.

In the dim light, a figure wearing a white coat came into view.

The man was around thirty years old, with slender eyebrows and a handsome face. He was clearly strange, yet there was nothing unusual about him; on the contrary, he was refined and dignified, exuding a timeless gentleness.

"Dr. Jiang..." the thin man said timidly.

Last night, Dr. Jiang saved him.

The eerie live stream room is normally kept on by default and is not controlled by the streamer. The live stream room will only be shut down when the streamer enters a changing room, restroom, or other similar location, or when the streamer falls asleep, becomes unconscious, or dies.

There is a minimum number of viewers for the live stream. If the number of viewers is too low, the streamer's points will be deducted. If there are not enough points to deduct, the streamer will be punished by having strange dungeons refreshed around the streamer, forcing the streamer to face danger, thereby attracting viewers and increasing traffic.

Last night, the number of viewers in the skinny guy's live stream plummeted in a heart-stopping curve. He begged the viewers to stay, but to no avail, and he knew danger was approaching. To avoid punishment, he tried his best to fall asleep, but the more nervous he became, the less sleepy he felt.

The moment the number of viewers in the live stream dropped to zero, the skinny man was so frightened that tears streamed down his face, but then a sinister laugh came from the ceiling.

The nurse, hanging upside down, nimbly climbed the ceiling, reaching him directly above his head in the next instant. Her black hair, hanging down like vines, draped over his face and then instantly enveloped his head.

The skinny man struggled desperately, opening his mouth to call for help, but a large clump of black hair rushed into his mouth, blocking it completely.

The live stream was ready to go live, letting the skinny guy's tragic death earn the live stream system one last wave of traffic.

And it all happened in an instant.

A flash of light severed all the black hair. The man in white swung his hand back, and the scalpel cleanly plunged into the nurse's skull through her eye.

The danger has passed, and the live stream notifications have sadly disappeared.

The skinny man stared at all of this in horror.

His attending physician avoided the splattered blood and gave him a gentle smile.

"So, you gave her the key, right?"