Chapter 216

"I see... the layout of this hospital doesn't follow normal physical laws... it's a three-dimensional map..." Feng Bujue thought as he ran on the stairs. "Looking at one floor plan alone will naturally seem confusing, but if you overlap all the floor plans, you can form a 3D model. Of course... even if you construct that kind of model in your mind, it's not that meaningful in a place where gravity changes according to the terrain..."

As he thought this, he reached the end of the stairs.

Feng Bujue found himself in another corridor. The lighting here was the same as before, white but covered with a layer of shadow, giving everything a grayish tone.

"Is this also the second floor?" Feng Bujue muttered, looking at the room numbers in the distance. "Hmm... the clinic I was just in was also on the second floor... as expected, these horizontal stairs lead players to the same plane... from my previous perspective, the current me is sideways at a ninety-degree angle."

His mind raced, and his actions continued, because he was being chased, he couldn't relax.

Feng Bujue quickly walked to a door. The door only had the room number -216, with no other markings, so it was likely a patient room.

With a "click," the doorknob turned smoothly.

At this moment, Chad's two heads also emerged from the stairs, roaring and chasing after him.

Feng Bujue had no choice. He couldn't slowly push the door open at this time, cautiously peeking inside before entering... His inventory was locked, so he couldn't use the Vajra Bell to scout ahead. Even if he could... it probably wouldn't have any effect, because he was already in a life-threatening situation. If he activated the special effect, the Vajra Bell would definitely ring wildly.

Helpless, Brother Jue could only push the door open and enter, turning around to close the door behind him.

The sound of Chad's footsteps stopped abruptly the moment the door closed, as if the giant had vanished silently in an instant.

"What kind of setting is this... does a simple door really stop him..." Feng Bujue leaned against the door, panting, and thought to himself. "Because he's so huge, he gave up the moment he saw the doorframe?" He couldn't help but smile. "What's the difference between that reaction and Claptrap seeing stairs..."

In the few seconds he took to adjust his breathing and calm his mind, Feng Bujue quickly scanned the room.

This was a fairly large patient room. The lights were off, and the windows facing the corridor were covered with curtains. However, he could roughly make out the outlines of some objects by the light filtering through the curtain seams.

"One, two, three..." Feng Bujue counted. There were six beds in the room, all placed against the walls, three on each side, corresponding to each other. Each bed had a U-shaped iron frame around it, with curtains hanging on it. When the curtains were drawn, they would cover the bed.

"This must be the worst kind of patient room..." Feng Bujue muttered. He had stayed in hospitals for a long time and was familiar with similar environments.

Generally speaking, the better rooms in a hospital are for two people and have a TV. The kind of room where six or more people are crammed together is the worst level, with conditions comparable to a group rental.

Of course, there were also single rooms. Some could be afforded with money, while others were only available to people of a certain level or influence. And some... were for special circumstances, such as extreme conditions that might require entering a sterile room, but a hospital with poor conditions might not have such treatment facilities.

In short, Feng Bujue was very clear about these issues... In the days after he first got "sick," he had almost played through all kinds of facilities in major hospitals in S City... His patient room was upgraded level by level, the doctors who came for consultation were more and more famous, and the tests he underwent were all-encompassing. From ordinary multi-person rooms to VIP private rooms, from resident doctors in district-level hospitals to authoritative experts with global renown... From a patient's point of view, Feng Bujue had indeed seen a lot... He had become famous because of his illness, leaving a strong mark on the medical world in the mid-21st century.

"Well... since I'm already in here..." Feng Bujue reached out to touch the light switch, but halfway there, he stopped. "Hiss... if there really are 'patients' in here, and turning on the lights will trigger some flag, then wouldn't I be in trouble..."

After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to wait silently by the door for a minute before turning on the lights...

This was also for safety's sake... Caution was always a good thing, and it was only a minute anyway. After a minute, Chad would definitely be gone, and even if he triggered some deadly situation again,

He could choose to escape back into the corridor.

So, Feng Bujue waited by the door for more than a minute. Then, he opened the door, peeked out, and confirmed that Chad was no longer there before closing the door and turning on the light switch.

There were four ceiling lights in the room, all embedded in the ceiling. Brother Jue turned them all on at once, and the room instantly brightened up.

At this moment, all six beds in the room were surrounded by curtains, and they were closed tightly...

"Heh... this kind of trick..." Feng Bujue took out a folding knife from his pocket, flipped out the blade, held it in his hand, and then slowly moved forward. "It's similar to those games where you have to check each toilet stall one by one..."

He first walked to the window on the other side of the room, parted the curtains, and looked out.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa—

At that moment, a series of rapid, strange noises suddenly came from his side...

Feng Bujue turned his head abruptly, only to see six bloody handprints on the wall beside him...

"Triggered by looking out the window..." he muttered, and then turned his gaze back to the window, as if the appearance of these handprints was a very normal thing.

Outside the window was pitch black. The glass reflected Feng Bujue's own shadow, or rather... Lester's shadow.

Just as Brother Jue fixed his eyes on the window, Lester's reflection actually smiled...

At the same second, Feng Bujue faintly heard a sinister laugh in his ear.

"It's indeed scary..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully. "For ordinary people... their attention would be drawn by the bloody handprints, which would already be a shock. When they turned their heads back and saw the reflection laughing in the glass, there would be a certain chance that they would be scared out of the script."

After Brother Jue muttered these two sentences, he nonchalantly pulled the curtains back...

"Alright... let's see what's on the beds." Feng Bujue held the knife and first walked to the bed closest to him, reaching for the curtain.

Suddenly! With a "snap," a pale hand shot out from the curtain and gripped Feng Bujue's wrist tightly.