Chapter 1494: Chapter 1492: The Mysterious Hospital
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“Could this have sothing to do with the hospital’s exit…? Earlier, it was clearly marked as the hospital’s exit, yet the sign read ‘Entrance’.”
“But, this is exactly the level of difficulty it should have.”
“If the opening event were resolved this easily, it would actually make uneasy.”
“Thinking it through carefully…”
“The ‘Murderer’ should be connected to my attempt to leave the hospital. After all, when I dealt with him, the System sent a ssage stating that the crisis had been resolved.”
“There’s still one more issue that needs solving, naly ‘finding the true exit.'”
“Perhaps, outside of the true exit, no other thod can allow escape from this hospital.”
“Let’s assu that for now… Worst case scenario, I’ll just try again.”
Han Dong, just like before, pulled out the needle from the back of his hand and changed into the casual clothes from the wardrobe.
This ti, he didn’t waste ti climbing out of the window and imdiately left the patient room.
*Click*—the lock turned.
As Han Dong was about to step out, the familiar scene unfolded once more.
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed nurse coincidentally appeared at the door, ready to inform Han Dong about the murderer who had escaped into the hospital.
“Hmm?”
“This ti, I left the room faster than before, skipping the whole window-climbing action… Yet I still ran straight into the nurse.”
“If we are viewing all of this as a ga…”
“Then the judgnt point for ‘Ga Start’ isn’t waking up from the sickbed but rather ‘leaving the patient room.'”
Just then, Han Dong’s thoughts were interrupted when he caught a whiff of an unsettling sll.
Sothing about the nurse felt noticeably different from his mory.
“We’ve just received a notice: A very dangerous murderer has escaped into the hospital…”
The nurse’s exaggerated movents of her mouth while she spoke drew Han Dong’s attention.
What greeted him was a set of yellowed teeth, so of which were speckled with black spots—sharply contrasting her pristine whiteness from the first encounter.
More bizarre was the sight of several larvae squirming between her decayed teeth.
Her oral cavity was riddled with bubbled ulcerations.
As she spoke, her eyes seed itchy, prompting her to rub them forcefully—only for a fly to erge from the corner of one eye.
After finishing her conversation, the blonde nurse headed toward the next patient room.
Upon turning away, her right hand—a hand she had kept concealed behind her—was holding a bizarre syringe.
Its internal chamber contained an unknown green solution, and during their earlier dialogue, she seed to harbor an intent to inject Han Dong with it.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Han Dong continued to leave the patient room.
Moving quickly, he tried to head toward the corridor’s end, hoping to intercept the murderer before he could exit the won’s restroom. Simplifying the situation seed like the best approach.
On the way, Han Dong passed by an open-door communal ward.
Strange commotions inside compelled him to take a glance.
That one glance stopped him in his tracks, his scalp tingling in horror.
Just like last ti, the attending doctor and several nurses had gathered around a patient in distress. But this ti, their actions were disturbingly different.
The struggling, frenzied patient was chained to the bed.
The nurses wielded electric drills, each driving an iron nail into the patient’s palms and soles, fixing him in a cruciform position upon the bed.
The doctor took out a sharp handsaw, preparing for so kind of grotesque surgical procedure.
anwhile, other patients in the ward watched the scene intently—so even applauding enthusiastically, overco with excitent.
As if sensing soone’s gaze, the doctor who had been cutting into the patient’s ribs suddenly turned his head sharply toward the doorway.
Fortunately, Han Dong had already left and avoided being noticed by the attending doctor. Imdiately afterward, a blood-covered nurse holding the electric drill slamd the communal ward’s door shut.
“The difficulty level’s increased?”
With doubts swirling in his mind, Han Dong switched from [Quick Walk] to [Run]—bolting straight toward the restroom at the end of the corridor.
But then.
It still wasn’t the right ti.
The murder had already been completed; a morbidly obese female patient lay sprawled in a pool of blood…
Just as Han Dong was about to turn and leave—
“Help …”
The frail plea stopped him in his tracks; his gaze fell upon the grotesquely overweight, nearly two-hundred-kilogram female patient.
If it were in real life, Han Dong would undoubtedly rush to her aid.
But this was a Fate Event—there was no need to waste ti on such matters here. Besides, given the current state of the hospital, the female patient herself was likely no exception to its abnormalities.
Suddenly.
The obese woman’s massive, bloated body began to writhe erratically.
*Bang!* Her abdon burst open.
Clusters of white worms, each equipped with circular mouths resembling a lamprey’s, ca gushing out and scrambled toward Han Dong.
At the sa ti, as masses of worms evacuated her abdominal cavity, the dying woman’s expression transford—into one of relaxation and contentnt, as though she had finally achieved the relief of going to the restroom.
Naturally, Han Dong took off running, keeping his priority focused on tracking down the murderer.
*Boom!* He crashed into the wooden door of the ergency stairwell and entered the staircase.
Drawing on his prior experience of chasing the murderer, Han Dong vaulted over the railing and plumted downward through the stairwell shaft.
At that mont, the murderer had just killed the unfortunate orderly in the stairwell.
Executing the sa move as before, Han Dong vaulted over the railing and, before the perpetrator could react, struck him with a flying side kick to the chest.
To his astonishnt, the force reverberated back, sending Han Dong stumbling into the railing. The murderer, struck in the chest, rely staggered backward two steps and casually dusted off his chest.
“What?! Has his physical strength improved?”
While Han Dong was still reeling in surprise, a gleam of the blade suddenly flashed toward him.
Relying on the battle instincts honed through countless fights, Han Dong quickly sidestepped the attack.
*Whoosh!*
The butcher knife cleaved straight through the iron railing.
The force behind the blade clearly exceeded what a normal human was capable of.
His pupil beneath the hood now flickered with a savage, inhuman light… Without pausing, the murderer swung his butcher knife at Han Dong again, each of his movents enhanced in strength, speed, and technique.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Han Dong’s razor-sharp claw on his right arm clashed against the butcher knife, sending sparks flying with each blow.
After nurous exchanges, Han Dong was forced into a retreat, descending the stairs.
The claws straining to block the butcher knife were on the verge of fracturing.
At the critical juncture, an unexpected developnt occurred.
The recently decapitated orderly suddenly stood up! Locking onto the murderer’s scent, he clung tightly to the body from behind.
“Now’s my chance!”
Han Dong wasted no rcy—his claw punctured straight through the murderer’s heart.
Given the murderer’s non-human physique, Han Dong unleashed an even more ruthless attack—his left hand drove into [The Eye], obliterating both eyes and breaching deep into the brain.
[Sandification]
A violent shudder overtook the murderer’s body, driving him to his knees… *Shhhhhh!* Streams of yellow sand poured continuously from his hollowed eyes.
“Thank you.”
The severed head of the orderly uttered a whispered thank-you before collapsing lifelessly alongside his body.
Because this battle lasted longer than the prior run, Han Dong wasn’t able to leave ahead of ti; the police had already arrived.
After showering him with praise, they pressed a handgun against Han Dong’s side and forcibly took him back to the precinct for questioning.
Upon reaching the hospital’s lobby on the ground floor—
*Bang!*
The handgun pressed against Han Dong’s abdon suddenly discharged.
The bullet pierced through his abdominal cavity, rupturing a kidney and spilling fresh blood everywhere. Han Dong scread in agony.
The burly, simple-minded police officer apologized profusely, “Sorry about that, misfired… Hope you behave yourself, though, because it might misfire again.”
The gunshot failed to elicit any reaction from anyone around.
Grievously wounded, Han Dong was dragged out through the hospital’s doors.
Darkness swallowed him… *Beep Beep Beep~*
He woke up once again.
The sickbed now had one more ladybug crawling on it.
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