Chapter 11 Discoveries on the Fifth Floor

The elevator doors opened slowly, but Shen Wei was not greeted by the fifth floor he expected. The light revealed that he was back on the third floor where he had started.

"What's going on? I clearly pressed the fifth-floor button, so why did it bring me back to the third? It felt like the elevator was going up, but it must have been descending. Is something messing with my senses?..."

Shen Wei was completely baffled.

"You're always whining. Maybe the elevator just malfunctioned," the Evil God Right Hand said, always eager to argue.

"You wouldn't understand a thing. If you're bored, why don't you eat some Liuliumei plums..."

Shen Wei was annoyed by his words.

This time, Shen Wei pressed the sixth-floor button, but the elevator appeared on the second floor. He saw the treatment room that had shocked him was nearby.

"What's wrong with this mental hospital? Is space distorted? Or can the elevator travel through space? Wait, I think I see a pattern. If I press the fifth-floor button, I end up on the third floor. If I press the sixth-floor button, I end up on the second. If I press the fourth floor, where will I end up? I bet it'll be the fourth floor..."

Shen Wei pressed the fourth-floor button, and sure enough, he reappeared on the fourth floor. But as the elevator doors opened, a huge head with eight legs rushed at Shen Wei, laughing maniacally.

"Fragrant meat, fragrant meat..."

The corners of the strange creature's mouth dripped with saliva, its eyes filled with greed. When it was about four or five meters away from Shen Wei, its eight spider-like legs suddenly propelled it off the ground.

Then, the huge head flew towards Shen Wei like a cannonball, its blood-red mouth wide open.

"Hurry, hurry, faster, faster..."

Shen Wei, covered in cold sweat, frantically pressed the elevator button until his fingers were numb.

But the huge head, like a cannonball, was too fast, and the elevator doors wouldn't close in time.

"Brain-Shattering Fist!"

A dark and eerie fist slammed into the ugly head's face, which had already poked halfway into the elevator. The half of the ugly head's face visibly twisted and deformed, then spun away.

The elevator doors finally closed, and Shen Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Righty, you finally did something useful..."

"I should tear off your *kunba* and feed it to that monster..."

"I was just joking. Why are you so serious? You've been secretly eroding my body the whole time, and I haven't said a word. Don't be so petty..."

"Hmph!"

Having found the pattern, Shen Wei pressed the third-floor button, and the elevator took him to the fifth floor.

The situation on the fifth floor was even worse than on the fourth. Several of the emergency lights were broken. Moreover, there was a faint, eerie singing coming from the dark corridor.

Shen Wei took a few deep breaths and stepped out of the elevator.

"Patient in room 501 is dead, no need to check on them. Let's start with 502..."

Shen Wei used the work card clipped to the patrol log to open the electronic lock on the ward. He cautiously entered the ward with his flashlight.

In the dim light of the flashlight, Shen Wei saw a medium-sized, slightly plump woman sitting on the bed with her back to him, motionless. Shen Wei, emboldened, wanted to go around to the front to see if she was dead or alive.

"Hehehe..."

The woman's shoulders twitched as she let out an extremely creepy laugh.

Seeing that she was alive, Shen Wei didn't want to cause any more trouble and prepared to leave the ward.

Just then, the sound of children's giggling rang out from outside the ward.

Followed by a muffled "thump, thump, thump," like the sound of a ball bouncing on the ground.

Shen Wei suddenly turned around and looked out the open ward door, but there was nothing in the corridor.

"Something's not right, kid! These patients don't know what they're imagining, but their thoughts are being made real..." the Evil God Right Hand said cautiously.

"If I use a sedative to interrupt the patient's thoughts, would it block the hallucinations?..."

Although that was a possibility, Shen Wei didn't dare to try it rashly.

When Shen Wei turned back around, the slightly plump woman was standing in front of him.

"Don't be afraid. It's just my children playing outside. They won't hurt you. I'm not sick, and I'm not crazy. You need to remember every word I'm about to say to you..." the slightly plump woman said calmly, grabbing Shen Wei's shoulders with both hands.

"Rule 2: No matter how normal a mental patient seems when they tell you they are not sick and beg for your help, refuse immediately. Hidden rule: Do not talk to them, and do not enter their world..."

Shen Wei kept his mouth shut and struggled to break free from the woman's grasp.

The slightly plump woman, who seemed a little neurotic, sneered and said, "Soon they will discover your anomaly. By then, the dean..."

"Bed 502...time for your medicine..."

The ward door was opened, and a nurse pushing a medical cart walked towards Shen Wei and the woman.

"Doctor Shen, continue your rounds. I'll take care of her here. It's time for her medicine..." the young nurse wearing a mask said coldly to Shen Wei. Shen Wei didn't say anything, but turned and left.

"Could that strange woman be a Chosen One? But it's certain that she knows something. How did the nurse arrive so conveniently? She was just about to speak when the nurse interrupted her. No, something's wrong. It's long past medication time, and that nurse, she's wearing a pink uniform. There are no nurses in this hospital who wear pink uniforms..."

The more Shen Wei thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. He turned around and walked back to ward 502. But the ward was empty. There was no pink-clad nurse pushing a cart.

Only the slightly plump woman's corpse hung from the chandelier. Her face was purple, her eyes were bulging, her tongue was sticking out, and her face was full of resentment.

"Hidden rule: The dean cannot be mentioned casually? No, this hidden rule may be on the patients' side. This dean is a bit strange. The rules clearly state that there is no eighth floor in the mental hospital, but the dean lives on the eighth floor and seems to have the ability to appear next to anyone at any time..."

Shen Wei frowned and walked out, relocking the ward door.

"Kid, have you ever considered who the 'he' in the mental hospital doctor's rules represents? Why would mental patients risk so much to find him? And the rules also say that 'he' is the key to our escape..." Shen Wei's Evil God Right Hand asked.

"You're right. It's time to focus on this 'he.' It seems the patients here may know some unknown secrets. I need to find a way to get those secrets without anyone noticing..."