Rules of the Strange: I Can See Through All the Weird

Soon, Chen Jie was overcome by an uncontrollable drowsiness.

His eyelids were drooping with sleep, and just as his eyes were about to close, he pulled out a prop dagger from his spatial storage.

Without hesitation, he cut his own arm.

He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but sweat was already beading on his forehead.

The pain kept him somewhat conscious.

He recalled carefully that he had not taken the sleeping pills the doctor had given him that night.

Could it be a dungeon mechanic? Does it accelerate their hunger and drowsiness?

Suddenly remembering the chill he felt in his stomach earlier, could it be that Qi Tong discovered him and used some kind of tool to put the medicine in his stomach?

Thinking of this, Chen Jie's expression turned fierce, and his thick bangs could not hide the gloom in his eyes.

This Qi Tong not only refused to help his brother in his time of need, but also tried to steal his "throne".

He absolutely will not allow it.

He not only wanted to get through this instance, but also wanted Qi Tong and Xu Ning to stay in this instance forever.

Thinking about it, he slashed his arm again.

......

Qi Tong, who was waiting for 1066 to fall asleep, was unaware that she had been resented again.

Seeing 1066 fall asleep, Qi Tong took out a rag doll and used "Xiao Qin's Tears" to talk to the doll.

The soul inside the doll was noticeably better than during the day. At night, she spoke more, although some parts were unclear and intermittent, but Qi Tong could still understand her meaning.

"Who are you? Why did you ask me to save you?" Qi Tong asked.

"Reporter... My name is Shen Zhiyi... I've been trapped here for who knows how long, and I want to get out... Like patients, we all just want to get out."

"What method are you referring to for getting out?"

"The only way out is to expose this mental hospital."

"Before I died... I recorded all the evidence on a USB drive... and it was... stolen."

When the topic turned to who had taken her away, the doll's black eyes reflected her true state; her gaze was somewhat evasive, as if she really didn't want to mention that person.

It's unclear whether the soul deliberately spoke vaguely about this person, or whether she was truly like that.

Qi Tong asked again before the soul stammered out the word "Dean".

Qi Tong suddenly remembered something she had been overlooking.

She felt something was off, as if she had forgotten something, and only realized what it was when she heard what the doll said.

How could the dean not know about such a large-scale underground transaction?

The dean not only knew, but he was also the mastermind.

Just as Qi Tong was about to continue asking questions, various shouts and cries suddenly rang out in the corridor.

"What's going on?" Qi Tong asked the soul.

These cries seemed to deeply irritate her soul, and she painfully uttered each word: "Circulation."

"Every night, the same things that happened at the Circulation Hospital happen here. Every night, you can hear these patients' cries for help and screams... They aren't even patients... They're not sick, they're just locked up here."

Qi Tong understood, and she put the rag doll back into the arms of the sleeping 1066.

1066 reached out and hugged the doll, rolled over, found a comfortable position, smacked her lips, and continued to drift off to sleep contentedly.

Qi Tong looked out into the corridor through the small window on the ward door.

There were no figures, only sounds.

She opened the door and went out.

"Liu Zi, keep an eye out for me. Remind me if anyone comes." Qi Tong mentally typed "666".

[Received, host.]

At the same time, Xu Ning also opened the door and came out, and the two quickly met.

Unlike during the day, there are no nurses patrolling at night.

All the nurses have disappeared.

Qi Tong repeated what the doll had just said to Xu Ning.

Xu Ning pondered for a while: "Then our main task is to find the USB drive. It seems most likely to be in the dean's office."

"The floor plan on the side of the staircase does not include the dean's office."

"Our main task today is to find a way to the basement and figure out exactly where the dean's office is."

Qi Tong nodded in agreement. The two then split up to begin their search.

Qi Tong followed the sound of wailing, while Xu Ning went to the opposite hall to check if there was an extra staircase leading to the basement.

The further Qitong went, the darker it became, but the wailing grew clearer.

Qi Tong followed the direction and saw a sign for the "treatment area".

Clearly, we have reached the end of the corridor.

Qi Tong walked towards the door of the treatment area; the voice did not come from inside.

It was very quiet inside; I wonder what happened between Lu Jingchen and Song Xuening.

Just as Qi Tong turned her head to the side and listened carefully, a large door slowly appeared on the previously blank wall on the other side, out of her notice.

Qi Tong straightened up and saw the door that had appeared out of nowhere beside her, and she had a certain guess in her mind.

She pressed her ear close to the door, and all the wailing stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off instantly by something.

Qi Tong connected with Xu Ning through the bridge of emotions and said, "At the end of the treatment area in the corridor, the basement staircase should be behind this door."

Xu Ning didn't reply, but Qi Tong knew she must be on her way.

Qi Tong pushed open the door.

"Squeak...yah..." The old door made a creaking sound.

Seeing the stairs behind the door, Qi Tong resolutely walked down them.

Chen Jie, who had been secretly observing from the ward entrance, also followed, covering his arm.

His ward was closest to the treatment area, and just as he was about to go out to investigate, he saw Qi Tong walk by through the small window.

He immediately used an invisibility item, gently opened the door, and poked his head out to stare at Qi Tong.

Seeing that Qi Tong had found the basement and was going there alone, this was the perfect opportunity for him to take revenge.

......

As I walked down the stairs, the wailing that had abruptly stopped resumed, and I could faintly hear someone singing, as if someone was humming a very old nursery rhyme.

Qi Tong stopped in place, carefully discerning the lyrics.

"They were singing—'Take your medicine obediently, sleep well, and you can go home tomorrow.'"

The lyrics sounded familiar; she had heard them before when she was putting her baby to sleep on 1066.

Continuing down, another iron gate came into view.

The iron gate was very sturdy and more than twice as heavy as the previous one.

Qi Tong reached out and tentatively pushed the iron gate with some force, and it moved a little bit.

It seems that access to the basement isn't limited to people with specific permissions.

Qi Tong pushed open the iron gate with little effort and glanced to her side.

The moment the iron gate was pushed open, all sounds suddenly stopped again.

Upon entering, the first thing you see is a room that resembles a morgue.

There were many freezers lined up against the wall, and several corpses were laid out on the bed in front of the freezers. On the other side of the wall was a row of storage cabinets.

Qi Tong stepped forward, pulled back the white cloth, and revealed a face that had been smashed to pieces by a heavy object.

Is this the NPC whose head was smashed by a security guard with a star-crushing hammer in the cafeteria during the day?

Qi Tong decisively lifted the other two white cloths.

Seeing his "roommate" with a baton piercing his temple, and the player whose body was sliced ​​into "starch sausage".

Qi Tong understood; this was a patient who had died.

Suddenly, she thought of something and lifted up the entire white cloth covering the upper half of 1066.

Her naked body was exposed.

A sharp cut was visible on her pale body.

The wound ran down from below the throat until it was hidden under the white cloth.

1066's originally bulging belly has become flat.

She lifted the white sheet covering another corpse a little more; he also had knife wounds on his body.

Not only are the organs removed from specially cultivated "organ containers," but they also take all the internal organs from dead patients.