Jing Yunkui's Reaction

Gu Lan's fingertips touched his skin, which was very cold, even through the hospital gown. Jing Yunkui's skin felt as cold as a corpse, making one wonder if he was already dead in this place.

However, apart from the temperature being a bit strange, the sensation was still quite good. Jing Yunkui had a great physique, and Gu Lan's hand felt his abdominal muscles...

But then her hand was firmly gripped.

A man's grip was like a clamp, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away forcefully. At the same time, a low voice sounded next to her.

"Enough."

Gu Lan felt that it wasn't enough.

She wasn't trying to figure out whether Jing Yunkui was a human or a ghost; she was trying to check if he had any weapons on him. In this weird and crazy new dimension, Jing Yunkui might have a system that could produce weapons like Doraemon's magic pocket.

However, her system was garbage.

She just wanted to "acquire" a weapon from Jing Yunkui and see if it worked.

Unfortunately, there was only a belt above Jing Yunkui's waist.

She couldn't possibly pull out his belt, right?

"Let go!" Jing Yunkui's voice had started to change. There was a suppressed madness that was about to break free from the constraints of his warm personality.

He seemed...

Amidst the disgust, a hint of slow malice emerged.

With his gloved hand holding Gu Lan, he exerted more force, and in the darkness, where his expression couldn't be seen, he seemed to be... smiling.

Not only that, but the ward's environment also started to change.

There were urgent footsteps at the door, as if someone was frantically running forward while being chased by something, and there was even the faint sound of blood dripping on the ground.

Just by listening to the sound, one could imagine someone being chased by a monster.

And these intense footsteps stopped at the ward door...

Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared, as if someone had pressed the pause button on a recording.

Gu Lan's hand, which was being held by Jing Yunkui, trembled uncontrollably.

She wasn't particularly afraid of ghosts; she had watched all sorts of horror movies and read various horror novels, but this 3D immersive experience of encountering ghosts was her first time.

She felt a bit excited.

What was outside the door?

Jing Yunkui released his grip on her hand, and he turned on the lights on the wall—just then, the ward door was violently hit!

"Help! Help! Help—!"

The cries for help were like a desperate spell, ringing madly at the door. The sound of nails scratching the door was creepy.

The door handle was grabbed and violently shaken. It seemed like the whole room was shaking along with it.

Contrasting this madness, Jing Yunkui took a step back and sat on the bed. He once again removed the gloves from his hand and threw them into the trash can in the room, looking at Gu Lan, who had not moved.

The room had no windows and no sunlight, only dim lights. Under this lighting, Jing Yunkui's pale face, due to lack of sunlight for a long time, looked perfectly normal.

He gazed at Gu Lan, his deep and mysterious eyes silently fixated on her.

"It will come in soon," Jing Yunkui spoke. "You can choose to go and close the door. Lock it."

The door was still shaking, and Jing Yunkui's voice remained as gentle as ever, as if this gentleness was innate and required no emotional preparation. Apart from being indifferent, he could only produce this kind of voice.

The door was already locked, but Gu Lan couldn't be sure if the thing outside was a doctor with a key who had come to check on them. If she stood by the door, whatever was outside might just come in, and they might end up face-to-face at close range...

With this thought, Gu Lan suddenly had an idea. She nodded at Jing Yunkui.

"You're clever."

Jing Yunkui's expression remained calm.

Then, Gu Lan stood at the door of the ward, raised her hand, and unlocked the door.

She unlocked the door.

Jing Yunkui froze.

The ghost outside the door, who had been shaking it, also froze.

Gu Lan opened the door, and since the door opened outward, the ghost outside was pushed backward.

It was wearing a white coat, and its hands were especially white, with livor mortis marks on them.

It raised its head, and its facial features were upside-down, with its mouth on top and eyes on the bottom. Its eerie eyes stared at Gu Lan, and the mouth on its forehead opened...

Gu Lan raised her hand, grabbed the head of the ghostly doctor, and commented, "I feel like your head is upside-down."

Before the ghostly doctor's scalpel could pierce Gu Lan's body, she used force!

And pulled the ghostly doctor's head right off!

Strangely, no blood flowed out when the head was pulled off. Instead, there were black tentacles-like things around the neck of the doctor's head, which extended out to try and reconnect it to the body. And under the neck of the head, there were similar things...

Without hesitation, Gu Lan retreated into the ward with the head in her arms, locked the door again, and bolted it from the inside.

Gu Lan's actions were so fast that she didn't seem like an ordinary person at all. Moreover, it seemed like she was very familiar with these things, doing everything skillfully.

This series of actions was done seamlessly.

Among those present, except for Gu Lan, the other two were stunned.

Jing Yunkui, sitting on the bed, saw Gu Lan holding the gooey head that was still screaming and placing her fingers in front of its face. When the head opened its mouth, Gu Lan quickly retracted her fingers as if she was playing with a dog.

This man...

Jing Yunkui reevaluated Gu Lan again. He didn't know what she was planning to do.

"Why did you bring this thing over?" Jing Yunkui asked.

The headless corpse outside the door scratched the room door more violently. It seemed to have attracted something else to come over, and the sounds of movement in the corridor increased.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Gu Lan played with the reversed head and casually said, "Since coming in until now, I haven't met anyone willing to talk properly. I have no idea what's going on here, so I need to interrogate someone."

"Nobody's here, so ghosts will do."

Jing Yunkui furrowed his brows.

He didn't plan to tell Gu Lan what was going on here. He just wanted to torment her in this place.

But Gu Lan seemed to be having fun?

Jing Yunkui fell silent for a moment and spoke again, "Put it aside; it's too filthy. Tell me what you want to know, and I'll tell you."

Compared to having a creepy ghost head in his room and wondering what Gu Lan, this lunatic, would do, he felt it would be better if he spoke up.

Gu Lan had been waiting for this moment. Sometimes, it was good to make use of her germophobia in reverse. She found the head quite cute, with its sharp teeth on top, but since they were on the head, grabbing its hair made it unable to bite anyone, which made it even cuter in her eyes.

She was about to sit next to Jing Yunkui, but he couldn't stand it. His noble and aloof aura seemed to shatter whenever he was around Gu Lan. He spoke up, "Stay away from me. Stand in the corner!"

Gu Lan stood in the corner, pouting while holding the head that was continuously gnashing its teeth.

Jing Yunkui listened to the head's screams and smelled the strange odor in the air. Before he broke down, he explained, "This is a comprehensive hospital. This ward is for psychiatric diseases. At night, there are all kinds of lunatics wandering in the corridors, including insane doctors."

Before Jing Yunkui could finish, the head in Gu Lan's hand suddenly screamed, "I'll bite you! I'll bite you!! Help! Help me!"

Gu Lan slapped the head away, and it flew to Jing Yunkui's feet.

For a moment, both Jing Yunkui and the head fell silent.

Gu Lan looked at her hand, covered in sticky fluid, feeling a bit helpless. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. I was teaching this head how to be a human."

Jing Yunkui bit his lip gently, wanting to pull his foot back, but the head that Gu Lan had taken off was obviously scared of him and rolled away weakly to the side.

Gu Lan saw everything.

She picked up the head and said seriously, "Useless heads shouldn't be discarded. Wrap it in breadcrumbs and deep-fry it..."

Jing Yunkui's face turned blue. He looked at Gu Lan and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of person are you?"

Are there really psychiatric illnesses here?

Or is she pretending to be someone she's not?

Jing Yunkui didn't want to think about it anymore. He continued, "Next, even more terrifying things will happen. There's not a single innocent or normal person in this hospital."

Hearing this, Gu Lan felt that Jing Yunkui's words weren't accurate. She held the head and suddenly approached him, saying earnestly, "I think I'm normal."

"Are you trapped here? You can leave your dreams, but you still have to stay in this eerie environment?"

Gu Lan looked directly into Jing Yunkui's eyes and said seriously, "I can help you. If this is your nightmare, I'm willing to help you wake up..."

She spoke like the protagonist of a healing novel, but before she finished, Jing Yunkui couldn't bear it and interrupted, "That's none of your business!"

"I've said what I wanted to say. Now, leave!"

He didn't want this person wandering around his world.

How could she get so close to him with that disgusting head?!

Gu Lan was stunned by his words. "I just arrived, and you want me to leave already?"

"I haven't had enough..."

Before Gu Lan could finish, everything went dark before her eyes...

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the dormitory.

At the same time...

In Jing Yunkui's world, the light in the ward went out.

He stood in the darkness.

The head that had fallen to the ground after Gu Lan left rolled around frantically, weak and helpless, cowering in the corner.

Jing Yunkui sat on the bed.

He lowered his head and looked at the wall in front of him, his expression transitioning from warm to crazed, until eventually, his face showed no emotions at all.

Help him wake up?

Nightmares never wake up.

Living in that kind of sunlight during the day, that should be his dream.

At this moment, the ward door was knocked again, and the voice of a doctor outside was cold and eerie, "Patient Jing Yunkui, ward inspection. Your condition seems to have worsened, and you need personality therapy."

"Have you seen the house from your memories? Your personality can only have one existence."

"Let your main personality kill that dangerous alter ego!"

Jing Yunkui listened to the voice outside the door.

Every day, it was the same voice.

Telling his main personality to kill the alter ego. He was locked in a psychiatric hospital, and here, this was the place where he was supposed to kill himself.