This actor is full of tricks.

Even after returning to his room, Lin Jue was still pondering the meaning of that sentence.

"Thinking in reverse allows you to see hell..."

"Reverse thinking..."

"Reverse..."

"Wait, could this be referring to the ninth floor?"

"Normally speaking, the ninth floor should follow the eighth floor, but this building only has eight floors in total."

"But what if the ninth floor is underground?"

Thinking of this, Lin Jue frowned again: "But there are no stairs leading downstairs. Could it be that the way downstairs is somewhere else?"

He got up from the bed and walked out of the room. Although it was after get off work hours, there were hardly any people outside on the first floor. It seemed that the doctors and nurses only knew how to work and stay in their rooms.

Upon arriving at the stairwell, Lin Jue searched carefully and found that there was indeed no downward passage; the ground was only solid concrete.

"Am I wrong? That sentence has nothing to do with the ninth floor."

"That sentence might really just be a draft, casually scribbled on a piece of scrap paper. It's just that I'm overly sensitive to everything, and I always tend to overcomplicate things. In reality, it might be better to keep it simple."

Although Lin Jue was thinking this way, he still felt vaguely that something was not right, as if he had missed something.

In the evening, Lin Jue went to the supermarket to buy some toiletries. As soon as night fell, the building was completely shrouded in darkness. It was like an airtight prison, with no windows on any side and no lights in the corridors and stairwells, only a sliver of light leaking from the rooms.

The entire building was very quiet; there was no sound behind those tightly closed doors, making it hard to imagine that anyone lived inside.

"These guys are like corpses in their coffins, not making a sound at all, not even a footstep." Lin Jue even pressed his ear against Ding Zhiwei's door and listened for a while. There was indeed not a sound inside. It seemed that Ding Zhiwei was already dead.

"I wonder if this guy will come looking for me tonight. It'll be a good opportunity to have a late-night chat with him."

Lin Jue returned to his room, washed up briefly, and lay down on the bed to sleep. However, he didn't dare to sleep too soundly, forcing himself to stay awake for a while after each nap. After all, this was the most dangerous complex in the hospital, and he wasn't so careless as to simply fall asleep here.

When Lin Jue woke up for the third time, he finally heard a slight noise in the quiet building.

It was a tapping sound, very faint, but it was heard exceptionally clearly in the quiet room.

"Where's that noise coming from? Why are you banging on something in the middle of the night? Are you doing some kind of dismemberment?"

Lin Jue sat up and listened carefully to the source of the sound. The more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. The sound seemed to be very far away, yet he could still hear it from a great distance, which meant that the knocking was very loud.

Moreover, this sound...

He got out of bed barefoot, bent down and lay face down on the floor. It took him a long time to finally confirm it.

The knocking sound is coming from underground!
There's something underground!

This reminded Lin Jue of the sentence on the note, which confirmed to him that the ninth floor was underground.

But how do we get down? Do we have to break through the floor like we're escaping from prison? That's not scientifically sound.

Lin Jue recalled the site of the mental hospital he had visited in reality. After the mental hospital disappeared, a huge pit was left behind, and countless corpses were buried in the pit.

"Judging from the location at the time, the bodies seemed to be above the building we are in now. If we consider the depth of the pit, the ninth floor was probably about 30 meters below the building."

“It’s unrealistic to dig through a distance of thirty meters by force without any passage. Qin Lang wouldn’t do something so stupid. In other words, there must be a passage, but we don’t know where it is hidden yet.”

The knocking stopped at that moment. It might have been a desperate cry for help from one of the test subjects, but no one would hear it, and even if they did, no one would care. The final outcome was that the experiment failed, and the subject became just another corpse buried underground.

呲!
Just as Lin Jue was still thinking about how to find the passage, he heard the sound of flashing lights, and eyes appeared in the darkness before him, more than last time. These were He Wen's eyes.

"Soon."

He Wen's voice rang out again, and Lin Jue was taken aback: "What do you mean, soon?"

But there was no response. The eyes disappeared, and the darkness in front of me suddenly deepened. However, the scene did not change much. It was not as desolate as outside. The air was still filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, but if you smelled carefully, you could smell a little blood.

Logically speaking, most people would stay quietly in their room at this point and wait for the timeline to return to normal, since this is the most dangerous place.

But Lin Jue wasn't a normal person. He was like a cat whose amygdala neurons had been cut off. He lost the feeling of fear but retained the cat's love of adventure, curiosity about everything, and daring to do stupid things. When he was in danger, instead of staying still, he went behind the door, listened carefully to the sounds outside for a while, and after confirming that there was no sound, he carefully opened the door a crack.

A nauseating stench of blood hit you as soon as you entered. The corridor was covered in bloodstains and mangled corpses, and traces of struggle could be seen on the snow-white walls.

Currently, it seems there is no danger on this floor.

After looking to the left, Lin Jue opened the door a little wider and poked his head out to look to the right.

The dark corridor was straight and narrow. At the end, where corpses littered the floor, a white figure stood silently.

Something's fishy!

Before the ghost could turn around, Lin Jue was about to close the door, but quickly stopped: "Why does that back look so familiar?"

He recalled the white shadow he had seen when he felt something following him, the figure of Zhao Yin jumping off the building and disappearing, and the work ID that had fallen outside the complex.

Everything overlapped with that figure standing at the end of the corridor.

"Dr. Zhao!" Lin Jue called softly, and when there was no response, he raised his voice a little higher: "Dr. Zhao!"

The figure finally reacted, slowly turning its head. Zhao Yin, who had completely transformed into a ghost, froze on the spot when he saw Lin Jue peeking out from behind the door: "Xiao Xiang?"

"It's me, it's me!" Lin Jue could only describe his current feelings as excitement. He had been regretting missing out on Zhao Yin, such a powerful B-level helper, but now he had actually run into him. He would never let Zhao Yin escape again.

He didn't have time to think about why Zhao Yin from the normal timeline would be here, and waved his hand, saying, "Come here quickly."

The posture and tone of voice sent a chill down Zhao Yin's spine; he had a feeling that if he went over, he would fall into some kind of trap. (End of Chapter)