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

His teeth were chattering.

The skinny man's eyes were fixed on the door, which had a small window with frosted glass in the upper half, through which all was pitch black. But the skinny man knew that the eerie presence was standing right outside his door.

A soft, high-pitched voice slipped in through the crack in the door: "Is the patient in room 801 asleep? Asleep?"

The small, dark window cast a gradually expanding white shadow, like some kind of flat fish feeding, swaying from side to side, sometimes large and sometimes small.

"Are you asleep? Sir in room 801, are you asleep? If not, I'm coming in."

The sound grew closer, hovering near the doorway. The skinny man scrambled to the door, futilely using his body to block it, his eyes fixed on the window: he recognized the white shadow—it was the nurse's face.

The nurse pressed her face against the window, turning her head left and right to peer into the ward.

[Rule Seven: If a nurse makes night rounds, the patient must open the door to show that they have returned to their room.]

Is this rule true or false? Should he open the door for the nurse? The skinny man gripped the doorknob tightly, tears welling in his eyes. He trembled nervously, unable to make a decision on his own.

Should we open it or not?

"I haven't heard any snoring or talking." The nurse muttered to herself in a high-pitched voice, "Oh dear, has the patient not returned to the ward? That's terrible, terrible."

"Then I'm going in—"

"Bang."

The sound of the door opening rang out.

The skinny man's heart nearly stopped. He had pressed the doorknob all the way down, but still couldn't open it.

"No need to go in, he's in his ward."

The door wasn't open—it wasn't his door that was open.

A soft, slightly hoarse, and weary female voice rang out, "He was asleep. What were you doing going in? I saw him go back to his room with my own eyes after dinner."

The door to room 802 opened, and the terrifying woman, his newly recognized boss, Tang Li, who lived in room 802, stood at the door talking.

The nurse slowly pulled her face away from the window, which was not easy for her, because her neck was as long as half her body, thin and white, like a reflective, scaleless white snake.

Tang Li had been asleep when the nurses on rounds woke her up. Unable to bear it any longer, she came out to stop them. She was still half asleep when she opened the door, but the sight of this scene completely jolted her awake: Why does my hallucination seem even worse after I took a nap?

The ward nurse was overly dedicated to her job, yet excessively humble towards the patient, bowing repeatedly to Tang Li: "I'm so sorry, sir, did I disturb you?"

What kind of cringeworthy term is "adult"?

Tang Li's anger completely subsided. She rubbed her eyes and said, "It's alright. You were just trying to be responsible for the patient. Did you really want him to open the door and show himself?"

With just a few words, the nurse on rounds was immediately beaming with pride: "Thank you for the compliment, sir! No, no need, he doesn't need to open the door during rounds—I'll leave now and won't disturb your sleep any longer!"

The nurse left excitedly after her rounds, considerately closing the door behind her. In the darkness, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor grew fainter and fainter.

Tang Li wondered, with such a commotion, why didn't anyone come out of these wards? Are they sleeping so well?

In ward 801, the skinny man collapsed to the floor, covering his face. The nurse admitted that "he doesn't need to open the door during rounds," and Rule Seven was a lie!

So, if player 802 had arrived a moment later, and if he had opened the door earlier, wouldn't that have made it easier for the nurse to... kill him directly?

The skinny man's eyes welled up with tears, and he kept wiping away the tears that rolled down his face with the back of his hand.

She saved him! She kept her promise, she saved him!

In ward 804, Jiang Hui, a woman with short hair, took out her medical record book and put a big X next to rule number seven.

"That's clever. When you're unsure whether to open the door during the nurse's rounds, you open the door before the nurse finds you to prove you're inside," she murmured.

"He also conveniently testified for 801 that no one died, thus verifying the truth of another rule."

"—Where did this monster rookie come from? I'll have to meet her tomorrow."

7:00 AM the next day.

The monster rookie, Tang Li, woke up in her 1.9-meter-long and 0.9-meter-wide bed.

Go out.

Meet the skinny man's warm eyes.

Tang Li was startled. Looking at the bloodshot eyes, she asked in shock, "Are you here to be treated for insomnia?"

"Thank you! Thank you for last night, Lady Tang Li!" Tears welled up in her red eyes, and she burst into sobs the next second.

Tang Li was so frightened that she frantically searched her pockets for tissues. She couldn't find any, and her hands were full of candy. Candy would do, she thought, grabbing a few and stuffing them into the skinny man's hands.

The skinny guy was so frightened when he saw it that he didn't even dare to cry anymore. He hurriedly put the candy into the inside pocket of his jacket and looked around like a wary owl.

Tang Li was slightly shocked: "It's not that bad, no one will steal your candy."

The skinny man began to sob again: "So, so kind..."

Tang Li simply shut her mouth: she was too embarrassed to say that she was just disturbed by the nurses last night, and that she would come out to check on everyone, no matter whose room the nurses checked.

But since the skinny guy knew about this, he must have been woken up last night, right? Why didn't he open the door for the nurse? Is he the kind of person who is extremely socially anxious?

Tang Li and the skinny man walked through the corridor together. As she walked, she was thinking and did not notice that someone at the bottom of the stairs had witnessed everything.

Until the bald, muscular man blocked their way. He was like a wall of flesh, his full chest muscles completely blocking the corridor.

"Hey, little sister, you were pretty brave last night, standing up for yourself." The bald, burly man completely ignored the timid, skinny man beside him, whistled lightly, and stared intently at Tang Li with his slanted eyes.

"Are there any more candies? Don't be stingy, give them all to your brother!"