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

In the afternoon, Tang Li, Jiang Hui, and Qiu Wanting arrived at the fifth floor.

The door was open, and Tang Li looked into the distance and realized that the doctor looked somewhat familiar.

Isn't this the unfamiliar face she met with Lao Ding in the corridor this morning, the one who came to see Dr. Jiang?

The three people were whispering to each other around the corner.

"Dr. James basically doesn't go out during this time," Qiu Wanting said in a low voice. "If we want to go in and investigate, we'll have to lure him out."

"You lured Dr. Jerry away last time too," Tang Li said. "Can't we do it again?"

Qiu Wanting's expression turned strange for a moment, and he shook his head along with Jiang Hui.

[Rule Twelve: The corridor floor must be kept clean. If there is bloodstains, they should be cleaned by nearby medical staff.]

Last time, they used this rule to lure the enemy away, along with an armless nurse who couldn't clean the corridor herself. But after that day, they discovered that the nurse had learned her lesson and had taken a pair of fresh arms from some player and reattached them to herself.

Those arms were muscular and strong; they were clearly skilled at mopping the floor.

"What should we do then?" Jiang Hui asked, already rolling up her sleeves for some reason.

"No need, no need." Qiu Wanting reacted quickly, grabbing the person and pressing them down. "At times like this, we should utilize our allies."

"Judging by the time, he should have arrived by now."

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor echoed along the way, and Dr. Jiang, arriving late, symbolically knocked on James's door, her tone light and cheerful: "James?"

"A nurse just told me that the patient you accidentally let go seems to be on the seventh floor."

Dr. James burst out of the consultation room like a tiger entering the forest.

A moment later, the three of them rushed into the clinic, like hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep.

Tang Li lunged to crawl under the hospital bed, but Jiang Hui knew perfectly well how likely the horror level was to spawn something bizarre under the bed, so she grabbed her collar precisely: "Let me handle this."

Tang Li lay on the ground giving Jiang Hui directions, while Jiang Hui took a flashlight and crawled under the bed. The two of them didn't coordinate very well, and ended up getting quite choked by the dust under the bed.

So they were completely unaware that behind them, the restless Qiu Wanting had already set her sights on that "machine that makes dreams come true".

This machine clearly doesn't have a nameplate with its product name to indicate its "dream come true" status. In fact, it doesn't look much different from an ordinary instrument.

Before the crocodile opened its mouth, it looked no different from a piece of driftwood in the water. A cold white light flashed from Qiu Wanting's glasses as he stretched out his left hand and grabbed at the air.

He suddenly found himself holding a pair of struggling, gray-furred rats.

Qiu Wanting threw the rats at the entrance of the machine, but they weren't very cooperative. So Qiu Wanting threw a handful of sunflower seeds and peanuts onto the platform to entice the rats to stay there.

The machine automatically activated upon detecting a living creature, and with a buzzing sound, the platform slowly carried the mouse into the cabin.

the other side.

The flashlight was in Tang Li's hand at that moment.

While shining a light on Jiang Hui, she nervously whispered, "Are there mice under the bed? I think I heard something."

As Jiang Hui groped for the bed legs, she casually crushed some dark, eerie creatures that hadn't yet developed consciousness. Her muffled voice came through: "Don't be afraid, it might just be Boss Qiu calling it."

Tang Li: "Huh?"

"Wait, I found it." Jiang Hui quickly located their target. With a single cut, the tape snapped cleanly, leaving the USB drive unharmed. "Move back a bit, I'll come out from under the bed."

Tang Li moved aside out of respect for the big shot, and when she turned around, she saw that Qiu Wanting was also busy.

"So the rat was here." Tang Li watched as Qiu Wanting scooped up an unusually plump rat from the machine's exit. She also examined it closely. "It looks quite lively."

"Yes," Qiu Wanting smiled strangely, "You have great energy."

It would be even better if only one mouse came out instead of two went in.

Just as Tang Li was about to ask further questions, Jiang Hui, who was standing next to her, suddenly walked to the door.

Outside the door, the skinny man, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, was startled when the door suddenly opened.

He said tremblingly, "Dr. Jiang told me to tell you... 'He'll be back soon.'"

The "he" in this context naturally refers to Dr. James.

Whether Dr. Jiang sent the skinny man out of kindness or to spy on them, the three of them couldn't care less. They filed out of the consultation room and then split into two groups in front of the skinny man.

Tang Li and Jiang Hui were going to get a computer to see what was on the USB drive; Qiu Wanting, on the other hand, was clutching his big rat, not knowing where he was going to mess with it.

Tang Li and Jiang Hui walked away.

Qiu Wanting found a quiet place and carefully examined the mouse in his hand.

It was almost twice the size it was before it went into the machine, its belly bulging as if it were about to burst. Even the gray mouse fur on its belly had become sparse, barely covering the nearly translucent, bulging skin underneath.

In just a few steps, the once lively mouse had completely wilted.

After observing the rat, Qiu Wanting pinched the rat by the back of its neck with one hand and the base of its tail with the other, then pulled it in the opposite direction.

The patient suffered a cervical spine dislocation and spinal cord rupture, resulting in immediate death.

Qiu Wanting gave it a swift and decisive end.

But the research wasn't over yet. Qiu Wanting put on a pair of gloves, took out a pair of scissors from his pocket, and cut open the rat's obviously abnormal belly.

Based on "Old Ding's" story and the drawings he made on the wall, Qiu Wanting originally thought that the mouse's belly contained the other missing mouse.

But it's not right.

Blood stained Qiu Wanting's gloves as he reached his fingers into the rat's belly and rummaged through it, pulling out what was inside.

Those were a few nuts he casually tossed in to keep the two mice on the machine's platform.

Qiu Wanting wondered: So, where did the other mouse go?

He looked at the nuts, one of which, a peanut, was unusually large, almost half the size of the mouse's body, stretching its entire stomach into the shape of a peanut.

He had a vague answer in his heart.

Qiu Wanting peeled open the peanut, and blood seeped out from the gap between the two halves of the shell.

Inside the peanut was a gourd-shaped mass of flesh made up of hair, meat, blood, and bone fragments.

For some reason, in this bloody and mangled mass of flesh, Qiu Wanting immediately spotted the two small black eyes, which had shifted vertically and were no longer on the same horizontal line.

The missing mouse is here.