Alien Hotel.

Chapter 505 Innate Exploration of the Sacred Body
Thanks to the efficient work of the professional team, the ward was quickly cleaned up.

Of course, this was just the initial cleanup, including collecting the body and removing most of the visible bloodstains. A more careful and rigorous "post-disaster treatment" is needed here. At that time, a higher-level occult expert will come to conduct a spiritual observation and assessment of the entire room to ensure that no dangerous contamination remains. But that's another story.

Yu Sheng and Little Red Riding Hood followed the tall "dean" back to the ward.

There are still some finishing touches to be done.

A strange, pungent smell wafted through the air, emanating from the chemical mist sprayed by the cleanup team. A Special Operations agent in a yellow protective suit was placing a small, silver-white device in the center of the room. Atop the device floated a hexagonal prism-shaped structure inlaid with blue crystals. Each crystal on the surface of the prism made a slight clicking sound as it rotated. Two armed agents in light armor stood guard at the door, their faces tense.

The headless corpse in front of the desk had been taken away, and two staff members were examining other traces left by the deceased. Yu Sheng saw them carefully placing a bloodstained notebook into a sample box, which was the notebook that "Sun Chen" was still writing in the afterlife.

"Wait a minute," Yu Sheng suddenly stopped the staff, stepped forward, and held out his hand to the notebook. "Let me see it."

The two staff members looked at each other, then subconsciously turned their gaze to the dean standing to the side.

The goldfish swayed its fins in the water, and a soft, magnetic voice came from the speaker: "Show him, he has the investigation authority specially approved by the director."

Yu Sheng picked up his notebook. The staff member next to him seemed to want to remind him about protecting the evidence and preventing contamination, but he quickly noticed the "dean's" tacit approval (although it was unclear how he figured it out), so he quietly pulled his colleague aside.

Yu Sheng paid no attention to his surroundings and casually flipped through the records in his notebook. He felt a small body grabbing his trouser leg and climbing up. Soon, Eileen's little head came over and looked at the notebook with him.

The pages were filled with chaotic and complex characters and formulas, far beyond Yu Sheng's understanding of "mathematics"—these things seemed to be some kind of "calculation," but upon closer inspection, he realized that there wasn't a single normal, logical operation symbol on them.

It's more like someone who has been immersed in a frenzied and chaotic dream for many years, and then, in a dazed state of slow awakening, their hands are completely controlled by the hallucinations and hysteria in their subconscious, and they barely manage to paint out a "language" that doesn't belong to this world.

The symbols written in the notebook were even more chaotic than those on the surrounding walls.

"How long would it take for a person to fill this book, which is more than half full, and also to write on the surrounding walls, the floor, and even the bed sheets and blankets?" Yu Sheng suddenly asked.

“If you don’t eat, drink, sleep, or rest, it might only take a day or two—or even less,” the dean said from the side. “Normal people are limited by fatigue and mental capacity, but the person in question was clearly not normal when writing these things.”

Yu Sheng hummed in agreement, then suddenly turned to look at the little doll on his shoulder: "Eileen, can you... understand this?"

He asked the question instinctively, while curiously observing the little doll's expression.

As a result, they saw that Eileen was actually seriously looking at those dazzling "calculations".

The little doll stared wide-eyed at the notes in Yu Sheng's hand, examining them carefully for a long time before jumping onto the latter's arm and practically lying on the pages. It would utter "oh" and "ah" repeatedly before climbing back onto Yu Sheng's shoulder. It would then pinch its chin and ponder for a few seconds before looking up and declaring confidently, "I can't understand it at all!"

To be honest, Yu Sheng's heart had jumped a second before she even opened her mouth, and then it nearly slammed into his appendix. Yu Sheng was a little flustered: "Didn't you understand? You kept going 'oh' and 'ah' all over the place! I almost thought you'd awakened your past life memories..."

"I thought I was about to awaken too!" Eileen's eyes widened. "I thought that's how it usually unfolds in stories, with all the key elements, atmosphere, and clues, and the female protagonist carrying a huge number of secrets opens the blood-stained notebook—in a movie, the background music would start playing, so I was building up the atmosphere—but I didn't expect that nothing would happen in the end..."

Yu Sheng collapsed twice in one breath, finally managing to fall back up. He restrained the urge to throw the little thing on his shoulder out the window and closed the notebook. Meanwhile, Eileen was still whispering in his ear, "...Could it be the background music? Why don't you open the door and bring the mermaid over, have her hum a suspenseful tune, and I'll take another look..."

“I think as long as you can maintain this mindset, we don’t need to worry about you awakening your past life memories,” Yu Sheng handed the notebook back to the two staff members, while glancing up at the little doll. “Alright, stop nagging. You’re just causing trouble here.”

“Oh,” Eileen said, then thought for a moment and patted Yu Sheng’s head, “Is that a compliment? I meant that part about mindset earlier…”

Yu Sheng no longer wanted to deal with this little thing...

A dozen minutes later, they arrived at the entrance hall of Jinglin Sanatorium again.

“I’m sorry, this incident is my responsibility,” the tall “dean” said, standing in front of the gate. The goldfish in the fish tank looked dejected as they lay at the bottom of the water. “I will explain what happened here to the director, and I will contact you immediately if there are any developments in the investigation.”

“We really need to investigate this thoroughly, after all… things are too coincidental.” Yu Sheng was naturally annoyed that a promising lead had suddenly been cut off, and in addition to his annoyance, he also felt a vague unease. “According to the information we have, Sun Chen first came into contact with the suspected source of pollution three years ago, and for a long time afterward, apart from having nightmares, he was not really affected by that ‘knowledge’ much… Again, there’s no reason why the situation should suddenly deteriorate; there must be some trigger.”

“I understand,” the tall figure stood straight, while the goldfish in the fish tank bowed slightly. “Whoever really put their hands in this sanatorium should pay the price.”

……

Yu Sheng and his group left the sanatorium and followed the path through the gloomy, misty forest. They entered the shortcut back to Jiecheng through a huge "tree hole" deep in the forest.

As the shadow wolf sped through the tunnel, Little Red Riding Hood rode the wolf to Yu Sheng's side.

"Do you think there's a conspiracy behind this?" she asked curiously. "Do you think that 'Sun Chen' was murdered?"

“It’s just a suspicion,” Yu Sheng nodded. “As for evidence… there’s really nothing conclusive. The only point of contention is what I just mentioned: the victim mentioned a ‘melody,’ which seems to have caused the knowledge in his mind to suddenly ‘activate,’ leading him to start calculating—it’s like a ‘trigger’ that appeared out of nowhere.”

Little Red Riding Hood frowned: "...Do you think someone could infiltrate Jinglin Sanatorium, bypass all the surveillance cameras and security personnel, and sneak up to Sun Chen to 'play' some kind of 'melody' for him?" "How would I know? I don't know how capable this 'Jinglin Sanatorium' really is," Yu Sheng replied frankly. "But logically speaking, this operation is quite difficult. Although it's hard to say about the 'director's' abilities, this facility is, after all, a subordinate unit of the Special Operations Bureau, and its security level is not low."

Little Red Riding Hood pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "So what's next? What are your plans? Are you going home to wait for news? Or..."

“...Let’s go back to that ‘dark alley’ again.”

"Go to the alley again?"

“The ‘Sun Chen’ lead has gone cold. Unless the ‘Dean’ can find something useful from Sun Chen’s belongings, we can’t expect any other clues about the Broken Tower for the time being,” Yu Sheng said. “In that case, let’s try our luck in the alley again—this time with Eileen.”

"That's fine... Shall we call the King up as well?"

Yu Sheng thought for a moment and nodded: "Let's call them. We'll probably have to deal with the 'cats' in the alleys again."

He paused suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, and added, "Ah, if you put it that way, we can bring one more person along."

Little Red Riding Hood looked curious: "Huh? Who are you bringing?"

"A pioneer in the inn, a master of exploring exotic lands, and a born troublemaker—my nephew!"

Little Red Riding Hood: "...You can do that?!"

Yu Sheng: "Just tell me if you want to give it a try!"

"Well, that's true."

……

"Brother Li, why do I suddenly feel a little cold?"

Zheng Zhi, who was squatting on the curb next to No. 66 Wutong Road with Li Lin, eating a boxed lunch, suddenly raised his hand to touch his neck and turned his head to say something.

"It's getting windy. It's gotten colder these past few days," Li Lin said, shoveling rice into his mouth and looking up at the sky. "It's about time it got colder. It's been so hot for so many days."

"Oh," Zheng Zhi said, then shoveled a few more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth. Suddenly, he saw Li Lin get up. "Hey, Brother Li, where are you going?"

"I'm going back to my room to get a can of Coke."

"Hey, could you get me a can too?"

"So lazy you don't even have a... cold?"

"It's cold, thank you, Brother Li!"

Zheng Zhi thanked him cheerfully, watched Li Lin get up and go to the small hut next door to get something, then stuffed another piece of fried chicken into his mouth and casually looked around.

Then his gaze was suddenly drawn to a long, narrow dent in the road not far away.

That was where Eileen usually polished the Nightmare Star in the open space outside.

The little doll is quite strong (although she can't beat Huli and Luna), and her stone ball is incredibly durable—it's perfectly normal for it to wear a dent in the ground over time.

Zheng Zhi stared at the dent, and after a few seconds, he suddenly got up out of curiosity, picked up his lunchbox, and walked over there.

"...What is this thing?"

He frowned in confusion, looking at the faint black threads emanating from the dent.

A silk thread then drifted down and landed on his arm.

It was chilly—chilling to the bone.

The surroundings seemed to darken instantly.

"...I haven't even finished my meal yet, where the hell did this come from?!"

(End of this chapter)