This actor is full of tricks.

Why are you asking these questions? You seem quite interested in Director Dong's affairs.

Zhao Yin scrutinized Lin Jue with a critical eye. This newly hired doctor seemed like a spy, full of questions.

"I just thought Director Dong looked a lot like one of my seniors, so I asked him a question," Lin Jue casually replied, and naturally sat back down in his seat.

As he sorted through his thoughts, he looked through the sunlit desk.

Since he had just started working, there were very few things on his desk. Apart from the essential computer, there was basically nothing of value, except for his hospital cafeteria meal card and the dormitory key that had been provided to him.

After making another round of room checks in the middle of the night, Zhao Yin leaned back in his chair and took a nap, while Lin Jue took the opportunity to sneak out of the office and wander around the other floors.

The inpatient ward was quiet, and the patients were asleep. It seemed ordinary and nothing strange about it. Who would have thought that behind this seemingly normal hospital lay a sea of ​​sins?

Pressing the elevator's down button, Lin Jue began to ponder the reason for his disappearance. He had secretly tested it earlier, and both his physical strength and flames had vanished.

This gave Lin Jue a sense of crisis. The script was too bizarre. Beneath the normal surface lay an undercurrent that could devour everything. An ordinary person would not be able to survive the great riot that followed.

Many doctors and nurses died in that riot.

The elevator doors opened at that moment, and Lin Jue stepped inside, intending to go downstairs to take a look outside the complex.

The elevator descended smoothly and stopped on the fourth floor. A doctor wearing a mask was standing outside the door, pushing a small metal cart. The cart did not contain any medical supplies or equipment, but rather tools such as axes and saws, which were still stained with traces of blood, as if a body had just been dismembered.

The doctor also noticed Lin Jue in the elevator, but he pushed the trolley into the elevator with a very natural expression, without making any attempt to hide it.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the car was quiet. Lin Jue stood next to the elevator buttons, his gaze constantly turning to the small cart.

The blood on the axe and saw seemed to have increased—no, to be precise, it really had increased, even spilling over the edge of the cart and dripping onto the floor.

Under the pale light of the elevator car, the doctor's eyes seemed to become strange. Although he kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, Lin Jue always felt that the other person was looking at him.

This made Lin Jue's eyes narrow immediately. Was the enemy finally unable to hold back and wanting to make a move against him?

With his current strength, this is indeed a good time to make a move, but this script may just be a memory or an experience. Even if we kill him here, what difference will it make?

Does that mean that if you kill him in this scenario, he will also perish in reality?
Regardless of whether Qin Lang has such an ability, even if he does, the consciousness of the Underworld God would not sit idly by. Since the script prompts are still ringing out, it means that the consciousness of the Underworld God still exists, but it is unknown where it is hiding and secretly observing the progress of the script.

Click!

The overhead light flickered suddenly, plunging the elevator into darkness.

Are you ready to take action?
Lin Jue showed no panic, but instead remained tense, ready to counterattack at any moment.

But the expected attack did not happen. The next second, the lights above returned to normal, and the bloodstains disappeared, as if what Lin Jue had just seen was just an illusion.

“This broken light…” the doctor complained. “This problem has been going on for a long time. I’ve reported it to the hospital for repairs several times, but no one has ever come to fix it.”

“We normal people are a little better off, but for those who suffer from claustrophobia, this is a nightmare. Elevators are already enclosed spaces, and if the lights suddenly go out, the patient’s condition will definitely worsen, don’t you think?”

The doctor looked at Lin Jue, whose pronunciation of the word "normal person" sounded a little strange, as if he was deliberately emphasizing it. "That makes sense," Lin Jue smiled.

The elevator arrived at the first floor at this moment, and Lin Jue moved aside to indicate that the doctor should get off first.

The doctor pushed the cart out, but halfway there he suddenly asked, "You look unfamiliar. Are you new here?"

"Just started working here one day ago." Lin Jue nodded.

"Aren't you used to it?" the doctor asked again.

"I'm not used to anything, everything feels pretty good," Lin Jue replied.

"Hehe." The doctor chuckled. "You'll definitely find it hard to get used to, but in a few days you'll completely fit in with this hospital."

After leaving behind this nonsensical remark, the doctor pushed the trolley out of the inpatient building.

What does it mean to integrate into this hospital?

Lin Jue couldn't quite understand why this hospital seemed to be slowly revealing a strange side.

He quickened his pace, wanting to follow the doctor and see what he was up to, but as soon as he stepped out of the inpatient building, he found that the doctor had disappeared without a trace.

Could it move that fast? Even if it were flying, it wouldn't be completely invisible by now.
Lin Jue frowned. After searching around without success, he could only find a guide map of the courtyard.

He saw the location of the main building from above; it was some distance from the inpatient department, and they had to cross an artificial lake in between.

The night wind at the end of October was still a bit chilly. Lin Jue wrapped his white coat tighter around himself, memorized the location of the main building, and strode over.

The lights on the walkways inside the hospital were fairly bright, making it easy to see the path underfoot. The landscaping throughout the hospital area was quite nice, and the bushes swayed in the night breeze, their leaves rustling and making a sobbing sound, as if someone was hiding inside and crying softly.

The hospital was empty except for Lin Jue, who was alone late at night. There were no security guards patrolling the area. When he reached the lake, Lin Jue suddenly stopped.

The artificial lake, which covered several hundred square meters, was completely empty of water; instead, it was filled with countless corpses.

The corpses were intertwined and seemed to be writhing. When Lin Jue stopped, the corpses suddenly raised their heads, their lifeless and murky pupils looking at Lin Jue.

Nourishing.

The streetlights flickered again at that moment, and when Lin Jue looked again, the artificial lake was rippling, reflecting the moonlight, and there was no trace of the corpse.

Illusion?

Lin Jue's mood remained unchanged throughout. He walked to the shore, picked up a stone, and threw it into the lake.

The lake surface exploded with a thud, and the splashing water wet his feet.

"What we see now is real, so what was that scene we just saw?" (End of Chapter)